two works in progress & one revision -- this blog not taking into account stanza breaks |
Last line needs work...
Trade Show
at the center of my body is the cold
stapler I brought up from the office
steel pinching all along
the glitter of devices laid upon the
red blanket under the ligh...
Posted by on Tue, 04 Sep 2007 23:04:00 GMT |
but I do want to post a new poem |
I polished this on the airplane and I think it's getting somewhere.
The Oars Inside My Bones
the oars inside my bones
have joined the numbers game:
when I turn the coin over in rhythm
with the...
Posted by on Wed, 06 Dec 2006 20:17:00 GMT |
sucking the life from me |
I can't write. I think my job is officially sucking the life out of me and I dont' know what to do about it. I want my manuscript to be done -- to SPARKLE! but all I do is corporate shit: "put out fir...
Posted by on Wed, 06 Dec 2006 20:14:00 GMT |
electric helmet |
It's getting colder -- do you feel it? I mean, it's October 8th, goddamn it. A sweater is starting to really mean something.
Posted by on Sun, 08 Oct 2006 01:53:00 GMT |
Two Poems from the Manuscript |
This Morning Waking Up with You Again
voluptuous stone resting upon my chest
pressure
you pull me
into your rough mouth
how I love you, how I fold in
heavy, I
return and return
until returning...
Posted by on Sat, 30 Sep 2006 15:06:00 GMT |
hermitana |
Not this, not really. This is more about trying to get at that point I can never really write a successful poem about -- about the fact that I am lonely now, but not lonely at all because of this incr...
Posted by on Sun, 17 Sep 2006 21:32:00 GMT |
ikea ho! |
things are so nice once they're all screwed in. i'm done screwing things in for tonight and sad about it. my boss is quitting and everyone's boss is quitting these days not that I should care about th...
Posted by on Fri, 01 Sep 2006 23:52:00 GMT |
schmarketing |
So I'm in SF learning how to be a product marketer, which as I see it is nothing more than a poet using his/her powers for evil. It's all about persuasion and emotional manipulation -- a desparate att...
Posted by on Wed, 30 Aug 2006 22:52:00 GMT |
New Poem |
Here is a new poem of mine:
Disappearance
my father comes to town
like a hole in my chest
trying to shake something sticky off its fingers
not breathing very well
I try to tell him ov...
Posted by on Fri, 18 Aug 2006 21:45:00 GMT |
Wednesday at the Residency |
I think to myself, how stupid that I am here. I think to myself, I need to appreciate what is here. Between those thoughts, I talk to many people. I talk and I talk and I think, I am a characature of ...
Posted by on Thu, 29 Jun 2006 21:18:00 GMT |
