Watson 359, A Nightmare |
I close my eyes and I am
a fleshy floating bag of organs and gas
insubstantial, incontinent, in the air
my skin is stretched too tightly over a
rack of bones, my skeleton
Im trying to scrape off...
Posted by on Thu, 25 Jun 2009 00:02:00 GMT |
Another on Life, or What Is In Between |
I submit to you, faithful readers, my further scribblings. May you find in them whatever you will.
I need no father to tell me the rules
for heaven and hell are daily found
In this, our human condi...
Posted by on Sun, 21 Jun 2009 23:53:00 GMT |
Something Lighter? |
Riffing on the Beatnik theme, I thought I'd do something a little lighter. Bear in mind that my massive hangover contributed to the brevity of the piece. Yes I too can suffer for my art, and still lau...
Posted by on Mon, 13 Apr 2009 17:31:00 GMT |
Back to Being Beat |
Instead of being boring and doing a standard prose blog (as I have so often) I decided to put tonight into the form of stream-of-consciousness Beat type poetry. Damnit Ginsberg, you've still got a hol...
Posted by on Sat, 11 Apr 2009 21:26:00 GMT |
April's Fool |
I've taken a bad time and set it to music. These are the lyrics to my life:Aprils FoolGirl, your body was my favorite drugNow without you, I am losing controlGot no connection to this terrible worldA...
Posted by on Sat, 04 Apr 2009 14:50:00 GMT |
Sketches of Humanity, Sketch the First |
I'm doing poems about people I've met within the last year and don't really know. Call them observational poetry if you like, more commentary than critique. I hope I can stick with it, it seems to be ...
Posted by on Thu, 12 Feb 2009 19:58:00 GMT |
Small Words |
Gray and gray and gray and gray,The days come on as tideAnd though I live amongst the crowdI've nowhere true to hideThe truth, the truth, what can be truth,And what can be a lie?The situation dictates...
Posted by on Thu, 05 Feb 2009 00:00:00 GMT |
Concerning Masks |
My life is fucked at this point in time. Nothing terribly bad has happened to me, nothing to my family or immediate friends... And still, STILL, my life is fucked. Or it feels like it, anyway. And tha...
Posted by on Thu, 29 Jan 2009 03:38:00 GMT |
Honesty |
Read this:http://www.esquire.com/features/honesty0707Okay, done? Good! Here's some things I'd really like to get off the old chest:I lie everyday, most of the time I don't even realize it. Its like ...
Posted by on Thu, 22 Jan 2009 14:25:00 GMT |
To the Great Beyond |
Neon brilliance of the pale morning skyIlluminates my weary lifeand plainly shows that I do not belongOnwards toward my impending doomI am Apathy's companionhand in calloused hand, most resoluteGaunt ...
Posted by on Fri, 05 Sep 2008 23:09:00 GMT |
