tungsten flash points times the power of now

blackened by weather. nothing but blue skies, and only this clear sense
of emulated retardation. quattro anno retained all the best parts
of the jettisoned
and now it's quarter past 4. turn left and the lights come...

on!

she wishes i wished that their wants were somewhat less
acerbic. mom's called today - had their say about 5 weeks ago, and now it's time for fosterer's
and forgetfulness.

'so you dont want anyone to know where you live.'

statement.

nothing to talk to about. bad dates.
worse timing.
slum around the old neighborhood looking
for flattened lincoln's and flattering
rememberances of happiness and flipped stomachs
never going inside to avoid recycling the one love all need to


avoid lest we
see it's
wrong to want something that's happy


without





knowing how or why. eye's that close
and hands that crush


she talks in her sleep and i cannot help dying when she says my name.

symmetry


shouldn't be afraid of the lost half inch of height and depth and breadth.

howl

i'm having a hard time recognizing myself

cant smoke, cant fight, cant stop

open wounds &
broken fate. gush . as in gutteral. the locals pearl and compare on the concave. seven
kilometers of scenery and a life of happy memories. before the foreclosure.


spots. bugs. exo-skeletal remains of homogeny and i'm leaving for good.
i spent 15 dollahs and 5 people to be this happy. abandoned plans, and new adventure. bombay.



amyotrophic lateral thinking pattterns and i dont care where she's from.


who knew.


dont.you.worry.about.a.thing.

names.

un~abbreviated. en francais it remains the same.
dirty kats and talking dogs. they dont mind
each other,
but there's no real dialogue.

living in bars. waiting for patience.
bruises will heal
face smash happiness times.
empire!

so softly it goes! polymath striation fevers
and the need to
focus detrackts from
whats really going on here.


en francais, it is reprised. a trip to the country
being entirely in order.

sioux falls. 1956.

this could be sioux falls, 1956 with seperate bathrooms. fountains.
bus stops. ideals. there are thin dogs meandering in thin streets
littered with the stench of bust gone wrong. there is no money here,
just the lonely visage of knowing that when the dust starts to blow,
there is no shelter aside from the steeled sky that whips it bloody.
but this isn't sioux falls, 1956. this is america the defeated.
america the indefinite. america the indignant. there is no begging.
there is only the remaining crossroads of synapses spent and
discarded. and there is a satisfaction in this hallowed place of boom
of long ago...coal and blue eyes and sandstone exchanges where vets
find refuge from the stress their bones bear. they know that this is
their country. their land. their soul ...and expectations. it grinds
them to see what's become of this weathered moral lanscape of hate and
hype. 'i died for this?' you cant begin to fathom the ache. ' this is
what i sacrifice to?' nausea grips your bowels. 'this is my legacy?' i
would love to tell him, to love him, to comfort him. but i cant. the
only comfort found is the telecasts of prefunction and pomp. knowing
the november may come without us. but there will always be a winter.

untitled

see thru-like that seldom sunday
apparition grammer spell off show
down


and.....out of time

three three alternate endings

she cries everytime she thinks of



bronze. like skin. and ginger bred bread.
indelible happenings in april make rabbit the un-likely


ultimate alternative.



o




h.
charlie.


her legs wrap around, and there's a heavy sigh of relief.




new anchors and pupil. like sharing. as if taught. like...tight.


capital T.

so many times this week.

so weak.


submitted. underground!!!!!!

DANCEDANCEDANCE

dont ever stop

[kwik-sot-ik]

favorite things to do on sundays:

1) stretch & thank anyone who's around for being there.
pass the sugar and smile broadly.

true love waits for now.
it's not an emergency.
blocksmash beauty disco's
that's how it starts

b)

and if i gave it all, if i gave it all, if i gave it all away
all these
liquid, crystal, distlled heart
meets pain
eccentricites might
save us.


that's how it starts...

parched port of calling: pea/green sea

sahara hot water innoculation

measures: grand affectations spoken

possibly

...

not probably

armies of skeleton coasts doomed

linked

balance with the 47 plus the piss

and


shit



for better

health & saftey

first.

file tab new

drachma induced nostalgic anti-communion
paid in salt and wages of conversion


taxed and having to ascertain the owing
on your own


two cents


it could be cherry blossoms or
vellum
tapering


tact is not cheap.

limbs aching endlessly bathed in epsom water waxed paper remix
dropped on all
nite
excursions through industriousness loyalty



can t h e l p being
so he l ps th rou gh being
loyal.

continuing

my upstairs neighbors are nice. they tend to the grass overgrown in the flower beds. they smile nicely when i come in through the back door. they invite me in for tea sometimes, too. there is a beach to my left. and pinstripes to my right. waiting on overseas calls and shoulders.

haruki murakami is the second coming

an excerpt from life as i know it.

'are those real?'

uh huh