On a Day with Jim |
Our youth is burning away like the cigarette we pass, hand to hand, to mouthand back.And the harder we drag the faster it burns. Like a summer day with the windows down, driving for no reason to a som... Posted by on Wed, 09 Jan 2008 00:21:00 GMT |
california summer 06 |
I sleep on a matin front of a faded sun-yellow tractor.The rural California stars are interrupted by the throbbing airport searchlight, while the intermittent shadow of a night bird cuts through const... Posted by on Wed, 09 Jan 2008 00:10:00 GMT |
what if I am a bomb? and A random dream |
sometime last feb (unedited)And maybe we'll stay outside for a few more minutes; spot the cars we can spot on the distant highway, and watch the lights go on and off in the houses on the side of the h... Posted by on Tue, 08 Jan 2008 22:46:00 GMT |
february something |
just out the back door for a smokeon a red porch in the mountains.I climb onto the roof, and watch the red bird walk.it's sunsetand I have been alone now for almost twelve hours.contemplation and sile... Posted by on Mon, 06 Feb 2006 15:27:00 GMT |
eupsychian lifestyles |
so Nate and I are sitting at Paris studying, and he is reading a psych book for a test, he is reading about maslow, and asks me to look up the word eupsychian. I looked it up. It's incredible, you s... Posted by on Wed, 14 Dec 2005 21:26:00 GMT |
hmm..bars are conducive to audacious blog posts |
This interaction is soft
A familiar face
With soft shades
Under dim lights
Refined features
That bring to mind
A set of defined lines
Rules for interaction
And I remember them
Well
Like so... Posted by on Thu, 06 Oct 2005 20:37:00 GMT |
I put the double apce in because it's short |
one kiss
like sipping tea
out of a broken glass
carefully
because this could hurt Posted by on Thu, 06 Oct 2005 20:35:00 GMT |
seventeen (a work in progress) |
Seventeen empty containers of cream
Stacked together and crushed neatly
The contents of which accented
Two pots of coffee
At a 10:1 ratio
Of coffee to cream
Why?
Because cream makes coffee tole... Posted by on Thu, 06 Oct 2005 20:33:00 GMT |
no title |
I just walked past a dying man. In fact, I walk by him every day. He's not dead yet, no, he's still here, holding on, but not for long. He grasps every second for a last drop of life until it is as... Posted by on Wed, 02 Mar 2005 01:07:00 GMT |
Magic Theater: Not For Everybody. |
The streets of Denver were slain at our feet, red carpets leading us to
the wonders of the world. Vessels of thought and ideas that beg for a
mind so sharp as to cut them open, revealing their secr... Posted by on Sun, 27 Feb 2005 03:26:00 GMT |