Waiting
for the day that we could share something new;
today disguised as yesterday arrives and speaks the truth:
I have nothing left for you.
May 22, 2013
May 22, 2013 at 2:17 AM UTC
please, mind the gap
please,
mind the gap
please
mind
the gap
please,
mind the gap
please, mind yourself
in re la ti on
t o t he g a p
Apr 15, 2013
Apr 15, 2013 at 5:00 AM UTC
Had a home, left when it caught ablaze
shed a tear of disbelief when I came back
to see ashes animate
the place where my heart did lay
distorted pixilation of a familiar face
best response is a blank stare when where you’ve grown to belong
is a pile of unidentifiable mess
Had a home, and maybe it was a mistake
that I left the stove top on
and the kerosene lamp next to a box of road flares
perhaps I shouldn’t have flooded the place with gasoline
or, maybe it would have been wise
if you had struck the match for your vanilla scent candle
somewhere else
No, I'd never wish for that
Apr 15, 2013
Apr 15, 2013 at 4:57 AM UTC
Two roses, once separate, did grow together,
Only to disentangle
for they lost sight of the sun,
their nourishment
transfixed on the stars,
their purpose did shine
but proved too bright
blind, they forgot to feed.
Sought to flourish,
it was to be done alone
or in the company of others
to find out what they saw in the stars
to shape their path
to carve their way
and as they did they found themselves
once more at each other’s door.
What happened next has yet to be wrote
then again, they never did know
Apr 11, 2013
Apr 11, 2013 at 9:36 PM UTC
It’s not about the money
it’s not unusual
it’s not over
it’s not a tumour
it’s not easy
it’s not easy being green
it’s not easy being me
it’s not enough
neverwinter
never let me go
never say never
never back down
fix dead pixel
fix drywall
fix design
fix dripping faucet
find me spot
find me
find me guilty
find me love
why are flamingos pink
why are people gay
why are flatworms flat
why are we here
why is the sky blue
why stop now
why am I so tired
why do cats purr
then I got high
then I learned French
then I saw her face
then I got bronchitis
what is quinoa
what is love
what is the fiscal cliff
what is dubstep
Apr 11, 2013
Apr 11, 2013 at 9:32 PM UTC
glimmering hysteria
plant-crawling walls
thick sentimental syrup
entomb in sticky madness
suspend in sweet relief
cold rain falls incessantly
caught by my cup
and the ridge of my lip
mix with what I’ve got
drink it down in disbelief
the winter did stay
despite the spring
blossoms come forth when beckoned
love skate across my mind
as from a tree falls the leaf
in weather there is no resolve
as when the sun did peak
to send a message that dissolves upon deliverance:
your possession is unfounded
your grip is your grief
rain
blossoms
a taste of honey
from a nest I’ve known intimately
the smile remains; happiness was brief
what I want cannot be;
I’m just glad that you exist outside of memory
Apr 11, 2013
Apr 11, 2013 at 9:29 PM UTC
surely that sneeze was sanctioned by the heavens
for with the sudden & violent expulsion of whatever hindered the nasal
came redemption; all his painful concerns did vanish,
and he stood there
covered in sneeze,
complete.
Mar 28, 2013
Mar 28, 2013 at 4:01 AM UTC
Assembling a bouquet of flowers on my path toward home,
an assortment of Hyacinth and Daffodil, Fern and Cherry Blossom
and some other flowery **** that I managed to conjure;
drunk, levee en masse du la fleur.
I felt pity in the bottom of my stomach
as I strode concrete turbulence across the road and
toward the McDonalds.
If I were a chicken it would have been
no wonder why I had
crossed the road
but
since I was a human being
my reasons, experiences, hair colour, blood alcohol content and steel-stomach absenteeism furled into a tightly wound knot-of-motif.
I stood
and stared
waiting to gain momentum.
Peering at the swaying, sobbing mob waiting impatiently
brazenly and vacantly
for their shot at luke-warm burger patty adorned with onion that looks like little baby teeth and cheese so processed it will never melt, I realized that
we both stood in ecstasy.
And I stood, swaying in the breeze as all good drunkards do, blankly and inquisitively; I began to wonder what it was that I was
witnessing.
Did I want to participate in mindless habitué? spend my money on
**** food that could
hardly be considered as such?
Stand in line, jaw hanging loose like a gorilla that had voluntarily dislocated his mandible so that he didn’t have to chew? wait for my shot at glory?
This is glory: the bars had all closed, and now there was no haven for the drunk ****** to congregate better than the local gut-fill station.
I took one final look at my squandered comrades, brains scrambled, disgusting.
I hate you ******* ******* it I hate you all.
Mar 28, 2013
Mar 28, 2013 at 3:51 AM UTC
refract |riˈfrakt|
verb [ trans. ] (usu. be refracted)
(of water, air, or glass) make (a ray of light) change direction when it enters at an angle : the rays of light are refracted by the material of the lens.
******* ash out of a little cardboard tube- what else would you have me do?
Taxed gasps but not as heavily as my thoughts- it is brought to my attention that,
perhaps I think too much.
and focus too little.
But as I’ve enunciated countless times before
what it is I’m waiting for
Refraction
Would it be wise just to make it happen?
Refraction
Nothing ever came to be by accident
Refraction
Except when the sunlight shone
and the wind did blow
with capricious direction
Refraction
and then a human crawled from the
cosmological wreckage
absolutely ******* random
Refraction
I suppose it’s within my grasp
to change my path
If only I knew where I was headed
Refraction
Jan 14, 2013
Jan 14, 2013 at 11:59 PM UTC
White T-shirts were not made for me
they reveal far more than need be
sweat stains, anxiety
spaghetti sauce
dirt & grease
yet I keep wearing them
otherwise people would wonder:
“what grave misfortune hangs over his head,
he must be at a funeral every other week”
so it’s better to have some white,
any white
even if it is soiled by sloppy habit
at least then I would appear more regular
than Johnny Cash,
or the Grim Reaper
lighten up, they say
oh but I am
unbearably light
that’s why
I wear
*****
white
T-Shirts
Jan 14, 2013
Jan 14, 2013 at 11:55 PM UTC