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.
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Monday, June 1, 2009
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.
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.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
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.
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.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
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!!!!!!
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!!!!!!
[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...
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...
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
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.
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.
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