i cant let you haunt me
walking darkened streets
passing that place.
i found those books,
that box on the sidewalk
the irony of you liking anne rice
well she's out at the curb
with smashed wine bottles
discarded pizza crusts
stepping past,
i want to leave you there
wine and cheese,
broken glass
this is you
and i step around.
2010/10/19
cute daisy on fire
im in love with a girl
but i dont know her name
im in love with a girl
but she has no face
makes no sound
she's the streetcar coasting
but you cant hear it
the crossing-guard smoking grey
grate-sleeping homeless
steel erecting plasticity
and legends dying.
she comes around when the church steeples
are no longer the tallest in town.
the frowning disillusioned
the upturned palms
the angry screamers
the closed fist
the digitized tones
and the head full of ecstasy
she's the keyboard reborn
yesterdays scrutiny
and a new sanity
the music is dying
and we're all killing ourselves
in this age of everything
but she's around
try to find her,
but she makes no sound.
but i dont know her name
im in love with a girl
but she has no face
makes no sound
she's the streetcar coasting
but you cant hear it
the crossing-guard smoking grey
grate-sleeping homeless
steel erecting plasticity
and legends dying.
she comes around when the church steeples
are no longer the tallest in town.
the frowning disillusioned
the upturned palms
the angry screamers
the closed fist
the digitized tones
and the head full of ecstasy
she's the keyboard reborn
yesterdays scrutiny
and a new sanity
the music is dying
and we're all killing ourselves
in this age of everything
but she's around
try to find her,
but she makes no sound.
2010/10/14
..and lest I forget
oh oh i oh i oh
why wont you let me.
oh i oh, oh why oh
why wont you,
why oh, oh i know,
but won't you let me go.
why wont you let me.
oh i oh, oh why oh
why wont you,
why oh, oh i know,
but won't you let me go.
words to adam
you know what
you can just fuck the fuck off
fuck right off
4:14
spin a fuck until it falls off
adam:
"you can fuck a spindle until you get off"
you can just fuck the fuck off
fuck right off
4:14
spin a fuck until it falls off
adam:
"you can fuck a spindle until you get off"
2010/10/08
Growing
eating cereal at my childhood home
reminds me that as a kid i'd use the big spoon.
now i prefer the smaller spoon
same portion roughly, but
a smaller delivery vehicle...
the finer things in life?
does my cereal go soggy now?
I'm an old man now aren't I.
reminds me that as a kid i'd use the big spoon.
now i prefer the smaller spoon
same portion roughly, but
a smaller delivery vehicle...
the finer things in life?
does my cereal go soggy now?
I'm an old man now aren't I.
2010/10/07
2010/10/05
walk into apartment
a bright red smile
from a darkened floor.
my USB dock shines
a bright red smile
from my darkened floor.
hello empty room i say
It says hello to me.
a bright red smile
a bright red smile
from a darkened floor.
my USB dock shines
a bright red smile
from my darkened floor.
hello empty room i say
It says hello to me.
a bright red smile
2010/09/29
2010/09/28
2010/09/16
cellphone notepad ramble
I thought I saw a man and a woman walking
(leaving the apartment)
red brick night passing bike
turns out
It's just him,
just him and his shadow.
(leaving the apartment)
red brick night passing bike
turns out
It's just him,
just him and his shadow.
2010/09/13
Untitled Text Document (home)
her flesh Medallion
Like a cat on ITS side
Willing belly rub
jab to the chest, and the
using MSN as SMS.
tram, et le français que j'utilise
face pressed against
The comfort of the inanimate.
Cool Wall.
Burning garlic bread in the oven
i come back to a laptop on the table.
Another Monday Night
home
its like she painted my nose blue
and called me good.
Like a cat on ITS side
Willing belly rub
jab to the chest, and the
using MSN as SMS.
tram, et le français que j'utilise
face pressed against
The comfort of the inanimate.
Cool Wall.
Burning garlic bread in the oven
i come back to a laptop on the table.
Another Monday Night
home
its like she painted my nose blue
and called me good.
2010/08/20
Song from an old apartment
across the balcony
down the hall from me
who lives in my building
he runs his little white dog
down the hall
he claps
then runs himself
wootah! he yells
and i swear he just jumpkicked.
i see him through the peep hole
i wonder if he smells pot
hes wearing a red tshirt
he claps again
they race back down the hall
eating fish and chips
drinking a beer
I sink back into the couch
it's around 3AM.
down the hall from me
who lives in my building
he runs his little white dog
down the hall
he claps
then runs himself
wootah! he yells
and i swear he just jumpkicked.
i see him through the peep hole
i wonder if he smells pot
hes wearing a red tshirt
he claps again
they race back down the hall
eating fish and chips
drinking a beer
I sink back into the couch
it's around 3AM.
Cat's Lost
casual morning-
day of swimming-
end camping-
walking by -
the cat hiding under the deck.
it's funny,
(she's hiding under my friend's deck)
or could it be me, alone.
anxious by an east end empty apartment
no money
no where to go
but nothings keeping her.
and you know it already,
tomorrow she's gone.
we saved ourselves
from ourselves
an opportunity and a miss
she's just out there
thinking the same
but we cant say
no we cant say
just
yet
?
day of swimming-
end camping-
walking by -
the cat hiding under the deck.
it's funny,
(she's hiding under my friend's deck)
or could it be me, alone.
anxious by an east end empty apartment
no money
no where to go
but nothings keeping her.
and you know it already,
tomorrow she's gone.
we saved ourselves
from ourselves
an opportunity and a miss
she's just out there
thinking the same
but we cant say
no we cant say
just
yet
?
a touch
orthodontics & bayonet brains
i'm drunk on gas in the city archives
shelves tumbling
i'm erasing
history
...
i'm drunk on gas in the city archives
shelves tumbling
i'm erasing
history
...
2010/08/18
wake ups to a body of text
breaking the body of garlic
wake ups to text
power failures and the workers policy
last nights pasta
a cup of coffee
and the mornings constipation
a day later
after a night before
aching
slinking
into compatible bliss
headphones and a
steel liquid
fueled
cans
mugs
with a hundred smiling faces
at least i'm getting paid for this,
breaking a body with garlic.
and painting the hypocrite
on a clock's hand of lead
wake ups to text
power failures and the workers policy
last nights pasta
a cup of coffee
and the mornings constipation
a day later
after a night before
aching
slinking
into compatible bliss
headphones and a
steel liquid
fueled
cans
mugs
with a hundred smiling faces
at least i'm getting paid for this,
breaking a body with garlic.
and painting the hypocrite
on a clock's hand of lead
Quoting a thought from the night before
"Why is it that pretty girls walk through dark fields in white dresses"
2010/08/17
2010/08/11
like yesterdays newspaper
riding the breeze.
floating, crashing into the concrete,
drifting under car tires
falling in puddles
losing print
meanings
torn to clean
dog shit off stilettos
I've been born to
scribbled notes on my back
a phone number for a roomate
written across my header
into another puddle i go
dried by the sun
tattered my pages lie
now shoved against a brick wall
rains fall against me
from the broke eavesdrop above
weeds flourish
through many holes
perforations
(and the crack in the wall)
riding the breeze.
floating, crashing into the concrete,
drifting under car tires
falling in puddles
losing print
meanings
torn to clean
dog shit off stilettos
I've been born to
scribbled notes on my back
a phone number for a roomate
written across my header
into another puddle i go
dried by the sun
tattered my pages lie
now shoved against a brick wall
rains fall against me
from the broke eavesdrop above
weeds flourish
through many holes
perforations
(and the crack in the wall)
2010/07/25
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