Okay, O.K., 0-TAY |
Disjointeddue to the lack of a digitFidgetting becomesnearly impossibleGranted it's improbable that this should becomeAny sort of insurmountableProblem... but stillIt's a HindranceAnd after a substan...
Posted by on Sat, 09 May 2009 18:33:00 GMT |
unremarkable |
Inaccessible, undependable. Easily befriended, though.
It’s easy to see the irreparable,
When more closely examined.
Indecisive derivative that’s,
At best divisive,
A...
Posted by on Sun, 23 Mar 2008 00:50:00 GMT |
linear |
I realize as I amble and ramble and stroll and roll
That as I go, so do all things, falling away and ceasing to be
I can't catch up with myself, even when I catch a glimpse of me
And there is simply&n...
Posted by on Sun, 09 Mar 2008 21:42:00 GMT |
Floor to Ceiling |
Empty cans and moldy beer
Hardwood floors and rusty tears
Shithouse bluegrass and an assortment of improvised percussive instrumentation
Or, garbage.
Pissed pants and circumstances have lead
L...
Posted by on Mon, 11 Feb 2008 11:56:00 GMT |
hyphens |
Amber liquids and tiny bubbles fill the waking times, while cold sweats and vivid dreams fill the comas. Powders and pills and sharp things fill whatever is left, and all of it is broken apart b...
Posted by on Wed, 06 Feb 2008 10:39:00 GMT |
All of This |
The pretty boys and all of the chubby girls that love them so much congregate around the coffee urns and baskets of stale biscotti. This morning I hung my hangover over my shoulder and now I'm r...
Posted by on Fri, 14 Dec 2007 19:30:00 GMT |
limestone |
The feeling of lime residue on fingernails is unlike any other describe-able experience that comes to mind immediately. To me, the feeling is a simple quantifier for an entire summer of absolute...
Posted by on Sat, 01 Dec 2007 18:44:00 GMT |
petroleum |
i was working at a gas station during most of it. i remember thinking how insignificant it seemed, the needs of these gerbils. i was losing touch with you long before you left, and i reall...
Posted by on Wed, 28 Nov 2007 16:40:00 GMT |
fields |
Laying there, you could have believed that something good may have come of it. me, learning to roll cigarettes. you, completeley fascinated with it all. hands cold, in the late midwe...
Posted by on Tue, 27 Nov 2007 19:46:00 GMT |
insignificant |
i remember small things. seem small. wake me with a flinch, as though from a nightmare, though the sleep i sleep is dreamless. at least that is the way i prefer to remember IT. ...
Posted by on Mon, 26 Nov 2007 21:20:00 GMT |
