flicker... |
There we are, a waltz and Devotchka in the small space between wooden benches from one row to the next. Moisture blows like beach sand from the north, illuminated briefly in the patch of light mouthi...
Posted by on Thu, 18 Sep 2008 13:21:00 GMT |
[...] |
, how will I quiet you song? If you cannot sing loudly perhaps I can hum with my mouth shut and let the vibrations tremble my fingertips and annunciate my travel -beads of vivid vacant ness, the spac...
Posted by on Tue, 11 Sep 2007 07:20:00 GMT |
Struck |
Shards of electricity penetrate
the wet valley
Like Prisoner's chair
we must feel
surreal beauty
a moment before death
Posted by on Wed, 18 Jul 2007 09:15:00 GMT |
The LPD Collider |
My nerves are buzzing with the caffeine lifts. We are basically free beings. My primary interest is anti matter. Soon they will spin protons around and around the tracks in their subterranean exper...
Posted by on Sun, 03 Jun 2007 08:03:00 GMT |
NAother Dreamy Night... |
3/2/07The snow keeps falling. The winter convinces me that it is never going to end. The search for work returns me empty handed, there was a stint with a crazy women who wanted me and then didn't w...
Posted by on Mon, 05 Mar 2007 09:16:00 GMT |
The place I live... |
Sharp and warmingLike a dagger the light of ColoradoA porch that looks upon garages and the maverick cottonwoodswild in their tenaciousnessIt is butter and rumPeaceful clapboard blues againstDissentin...
Posted by on Wed, 21 Feb 2007 10:08:00 GMT |
Hard Going |
The intricacies of finding good people are numerous. There are those slap happy and hideous who would take you up a mountain to leave you by the dusk, there are those who pilfer your attention to kee...
Posted by on Mon, 05 Feb 2007 09:49:00 GMT |
A short list |
I fear not succeeding In being ordinaryIn collapsing into old habitsI fear becoming fat and incapacitatedIn being without dedication or passionI fear struggling to make ends meet for an entire adult l...
Posted by on Sat, 22 Apr 2006 11:18:00 GMT |
Place and Number |
Newwest place to call home... Horrid carpets, think the seventies in a puke orange. Rotting foundation, half dug up and projected finish time? Summer to never, approximately. Nonexistent lighting i...
Posted by on Wed, 08 Mar 2006 10:50:00 GMT |
A start... |
Colorado opens her arms like a rain storm and her legs like a whore. It is astounding the amount of instantaneous intimacy found by moving to this pile of mountains and mines. It is at once comforti...
Posted by on Tue, 14 Feb 2006 08:00:00 GMT |
