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Jake

About Me

Wandering, but not lost. Traveling, but not sight seeing. Full of potential, if only I applied myself. Selfish, in that I give to feel good.

My Interests

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Salvador Dali

My Blog

Procrastination

I'll get around to this poem round its edges until it sharpens to a point. I'll find time hidden in cushions and azure silks, then, grind the stone down with my nose, tomorrow.
Posted by on Sat, 20 Sep 2008 00:54:00 GMT

Slow motion bullet through various objects

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=emP5D9Klssg
Posted by on Thu, 04 Sep 2008 14:05:00 GMT

The Ninth

The two stand alone, bedraggled in morning dew, feathers spread to dry in the sunrise, a mated pair, Florida Ospreys hold regal reign from the top-most light post in a six-mile radius. Three years now...
Posted by on Mon, 24 Mar 2008 15:07:00 GMT

Rainmaker

Into everylife a little rain must fall But I make the rain, choose desperation or destruction. Atropical downpour. Atypical summerday. Perhaps Saturday. Over the clerk's snide smile, beneath his bul...
Posted by on Wed, 05 Mar 2008 08:07:00 GMT

A NEW FRICKEN POEM- My Last Night on Aeaea

My Last Night on Aeaea Peel back the spongy hours that cling to my skin like lampreys. Their sucker rounded maws of gnashing teeth seeking soft underflesh or exposed tendons. Seas of sharks circle....
Posted by on Fri, 15 Feb 2008 20:22:00 GMT

Living

Living That night I walked through the graveyard and followed the cherry of my stolen cigarette and swerved between scaly tombstones and plastic flowers in plastic vases and kicked the tiny American ...
Posted by on Fri, 15 Feb 2008 18:56:00 GMT

A Thousand Minutes

A Thousand Minutes She never walked in moonlight,   or descended the stair cloaked   in her nudity. Subtle as the spikes in a thousand miles of railroad, sublime as a thousand thumbtacks. ...
Posted by on Fri, 15 Feb 2008 18:53:00 GMT

Sparring

Sparring We stay at arms distance, reading the telegraph of punches. Instinctively deciding to block or counter, as aggression and dominance shift between us. In the late rounds, frustrating jabs mak...
Posted by on Thu, 13 Dec 2007 00:51:00 GMT

Heather’s condition day 2

Heather is in her second day in the burn unit at Shand's. She is in critical condition with 3rd degree burns from her waist up. The doctors anticipate that they will keep her unconscious for at least ...
Posted by on Sat, 01 Dec 2007 22:24:00 GMT

Ropeswing at Winnesquam

Behind me,the blond boys linein a crooked S from the mud-splattered oak,and thump each other's drippingand hairless chests,bragging backflips. I grip the sour rope,smelling sweat and mildew,pulling sl...
Posted by on Thu, 29 Nov 2007 15:26:00 GMT