Monday, February 15, 2010

ain't far now, kiddo.

Posted 11:20 AM

Sunday, November 15, 2009

But if we are steadfast/
guts and glory.
IMPORTANCE IS
JUST A MATTER
OF PERSPECTIVE

Posted 4:50 PM

Thursday, November 5, 2009

all of them behaving
the way we should.
like
sharks meandering,
in random direction.

i can last for centuries

hanging on like this.
ribs protruding out
of the water,
like the bottom
of an overturned ship.

Posted 11:20 AM

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

fingers slide across
skin, surfaces

underbred, overprivileged
i can't stand you

a sun behind your head
a halo, ghostly

superseded again
teeth fall out / spine melt

i'm
not saying goodbye

mother

Posted 11:46 AM

Thursday, September 17, 2009

ambassadors,
shedding

the kid came at me:

soft creeping with
the arms raised

in a back and forth
dance creep step, slow

you know the kind,
old horror film

the little fucker
loved every second

trying to scare me

grinning his little
halloween face

Posted 9:23 PM

Saturday, September 5, 2009

i didn't really want any onions
but i chopped some up anyway
and threw them all over
the meat frying up

it feels like i'm preparing
something, doing
something good. something
you're supposed to do

Posted 6:23 PM

Thursday, July 2, 2009

Sometimes you have to throw yourself into the wolves. Just close your eyes or smile a little bit.

Posted 7:57 PM

Thursday, May 7, 2009

individual flakes of wood
all glued together, pressed;
forming something new.

bordom and embarassment
realizing you're just waving
at yourself.

there has been a significant
loss of quite a few years.
hidden under a thick layer.

imagine walking through heavy
forest. thick wet undergrowth.
legs brushing against ferns.

i live with a small predator,
whom i feed daily.
she knows to look at my face.

i haven't slept since august.
sky growing heavy,
and the moss is cold underfoot.

there are too many people here.
impossible to be noticed.
"hello" i wave. dust flies everywhere.

Posted 11:41 AM

Friday, March 6, 2009

an old coffee can
full of nails
in the garage

i keep shoving
cigarettes under the
bathroom door

and it makes you
laugh

Posted 8:55 AM

Friday, December 5, 2008

cowardice and
or consequence

neither seem to have
much tenure

that old wood
trimmed with

old brass that
was too cold to

touch - i found you
just laying there

that night
it was so cold

tiny subsystems
artifacts of old love

Posted 12:58 AM

Monday, November 10, 2008

a bird in a shoebox,
carried through the woods.
digging under rocks.

collecting found ribbons,
and metal pieces
in gutters.

not so hidden fort,
tied with twine and
tree branches; stump chair.

he does all this,
because he is just a boy.

Posted 12:48 PM

Thursday, October 9, 2008

shift everything a little,
further transparencies
and mumbled speech.

a clique tourist.

the radiator makes small ticking noises;
metal expanding.
i finish my soup near the window.

i forget all your idiosyncrasies already.

Posted 11:10 AM

Wednesday, September 3, 2008

wake up, green eyes
humming a melody
still wrapped together

wake up, brown eyes
two worlds become totally
quiet for a moment

wake up, blue eyes
i need a sip of water
squeeking when you stretch

Posted 8:50 AM

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

peripheria

i caught him smelling a leaf of sage
he had been keeping in his pocket.
twisting at the end between his fingers.
he did this twice, before discarding the leaf.

the end of the cigarette was wet,
the thin paper coming off.
i put it to my lips continuing
a smile formed previously.

a quiet bike ride home,
in no immediate hurry. thinking
about poeple i have not seen for years.
the air tells me it will be fall again soon.

there was a shudder through the shoulders
as the mind passed over a thought.
there are risks that are accepted by all
who participate.

Posted 6:55 PM

Friday, August 22, 2008

i keep seeing the dead girl's face
in others. similarities.
it's been almost 5 years.

the funeral was an awful scene.
i started crying mainly because
everyone else was, i remember.

i only met her once or twice.
take a minute to cool off.
it's strange what sticks.

Posted 9:42 PM

Saturday, August 9, 2008

some small sickness has
been lingering deep within. years now.
it's been creeping up my throat for
a quiet thrill. i can feel it.
dull pressure that just pushes back.
it's growing up. and out.

sickness spent childhood seeing only the
lace like lattice of inner lung.
exploring and listening to every
sound carried on every breath.
learning to climb over my words -
covered in cigarette smoke.

small sickness is not so small now.
it's learned everything it knows from me.
i think that it wants to talk. or make me
cough and wheeze. the awful things he must
have heard. i think he's so very upset.
i think he's made it to the back of my mouth.

now speak with me slow sickness.

cover every single shallow word with yourself,

even the quiet beautiful ones that nobody hears.

Posted 7:11 PM

Monday, July 7, 2008

the stars are making so much noise
i will just sit here
conversations begin to fracture
lines with light and shade

i remembered her from the sound of her voice
"you're weird" she told me
variable lattice. decisions
i always seem ready

you're just like we are
it's late. too cold in here
wide cute eyes under a blanket
soft cover of trees

Posted 12:05 AM

Friday, June 20, 2008

days and days of
clouds that roll
and layer and tumble

far off is a lake.
in my mind i can barely
imagine it anymore

a chewed pencil and
post-its with dust caught
in their glue strip. scatter

definitely. just in case
i'll write it down on a
pad of paper.

Posted 3:40 PM

Wednesday, February 27, 2008

she dressed herself carelessly that morning, the
embarrassment slash pride shroud still fit.

approximate ideas about what to do with the future
often counteract it entirely.

the handle to the door was not where her
memory said it was. fumbling.

attempted flatteries. apologies. animal exchanges.
the youth rose off of her in plumes, like steam or slow smoke.

abhor majestic ideas. metallic taste and then there is
nothing but what you were yesterday. and the day before that.

Posted 2:42 PM

Thursday, February 14, 2008

it almost worked
maniacal cold shutter
dust has collected on it's rounded edge
a false intimacy
nobody thinks twice about resting their
head on me in the subway
as long as there is a
pane of thin plexiglas
between us

Posted 10:53 AM

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