10,000 feet. |
the pilot says we are flying over texas. clouds break up from eastern storms,i peek over my slumbering westbound buddyand at 10,000 feet i look for the state line in the patchwork of rural america....
Posted by daniel. on Sat, 26 Apr 2008 02:28:00 PST |
getting to the nature of US |
for a few seconds, whatever those are, i resent the drumming in the park.i cant think; i thoughtthen i forgot about me,thought about you,remembered that it's just US.not you and me, we and everyone el...
Posted by daniel. on Tue, 08 May 2007 01:24:00 PST |
sad city trees |
sitting in the top box that sits on top the cement that sits on top the dirt that sits on top the long gone bones, now dust, that fed the tree growing from the ground that stands wearily at its post e...
Posted by daniel. on Mon, 13 Nov 2006 02:38:00 PST |
we dont understand particels, and i dont understand physics. |
i dont walk up the stairs into my apartment, i have learned to, and by no thought of my own, levitate in the shape of the stairs. the shape ive so blindly manifested. you say you see them too, and i...
Posted by daniel. on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
remember when we were friends? |
when you light a reburn on the stove it really warms the face, then you need to roll another one, quick, before that one goes out, if youre going to stay up wasting time. its all very complicated. 6 o...
Posted by daniel. on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
keep on keepin' up the good work. |
the past three days ive caught myself busting my ass at a job im basically embaressed to have. its strage, its like, not having a real job for over two years has instilled some kind of work ethic in m...
Posted by daniel. on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
day of rest...or; the rest of my days. |
ah, sunday morning with a chill, late autumn makes blankets sore with its new routine.
sunday morning in a bed for once,
sunday morning was yesterday.
late monday morning is right out side, c...
Posted by daniel. on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
cant pay rent, but i can sure pack a bag. |
impasses arent passing me by,its been two months,its probably time to be moving on.
Posted by daniel. on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
bedtime is a good place to start. |
a few times i felt like punhcing,
a few times melting,
melting is whatever it is not to be you.
cuz you suck.
and you know it.
you fucking know it.
that rhymes, on d...
Posted by daniel. on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
smokers never have ash trays. |
so now i sit at a new computer, in an old town, with a new time at my hands full of old vices and newly forming habits.
i smoke rollies and drink beers here and there, through out the day until it...
Posted by daniel. on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
