soft silly syllables sauntering slowly at sunset
after all ambiguous adjectives adversely affect our amicability
feigning fickleness funding fearfulness finding finality in foolishness
egress endlessly ever evading the
end
Jan 13, 2013
Jan 13, 2013 at 1:25 AM UTC
A lion that cannot roar,
A mouse's voice that booms across a tiny horizon
in a box pushed up against the window
shuffling about in the night
aimlessly pacing forgetting what was just back there
but knowing that he unwraps the fabric of time
spinning it back, onto A spindle-y future
BLIND BLIND BLIND
a mouse gone blind now thrice
what can't I see
What can can i see
what if you don't see too
well then i must be
MADMADMADMAN
there is something blurry off there in the distance
i can cannot tell if my window is *****
or the thing is simply a vague example of poor resolution
My voice booms
is it is louder than it isn't is it
SHOW ME SHOW WE SHOW US US US US
if you brought your nocs
what is it you see
CAN IT BE
that poorly resolved distant figurine behind the ***** glass of the cardboard prison is it could it be
ME
Mar 23, 2012
Mar 23, 2012 at 1:36 AM UTC
A man in a house sits in one room,
he can only do this one room at a time, perhaps
occupying all space, all rooms
but probably not
because when i move
i hope its not just a room
but a room with me in it
alas he is alone even still
bah i dont need this ranch house crocidile dundee ********
even still
spreading my hands apart and touching either horizon
i see no answer from here
even still
looking around wandering about the places i have found myself
i still fall in
like a seed
penetrating the earth
i do it backwards
knowing that the end result
is the sun
sun in, love out
Mar 16, 2012
Mar 16, 2012 at 8:37 PM UTC
We were playing a strange game
this old man and I
the coin in the middle of the table
we stared at it
we stared at each other
he slammed his fist down
the coin flipped into the air
when it touched back down
I did the same
then it was his turn
he screamed something unsettling
and it was my turn and i laughed
unfortunately this went on
forever
Jun 2, 2011
Jun 2, 2011 at 3:23 PM UTC
BUKOWSKI
bukowski while my two best friends ****
this is what i am reduced too
it is pleasant in a sense
the sounds they make
I have never truly understood bukowski
like that
each uuunnh bringing out just a little more crazy
each ecstatic giggle showing me the fun in crazy
I have never truly understood bukowski
he is like two ******* hippies wrapped inside a poet
i read bukowski while my two best friends ******
and i could not tear myself from the page
and in fact i turned each one deliberately with volume
trying to add to the sound
why be a couple when you can be a few
May 27, 2011
May 27, 2011 at 2:29 PM UTC
My shoes are ***** from walking through ****
I should have taken them off
that would have been nice
to let the **** flow over my toes
to feel the squish beneath my heel
do you know of the squish
it is divine
i could have been up to my knees in ****
May 2, 2011
May 2, 2011 at 3:25 PM UTC
There is that corner in the top, on the far end of the room
it catches my eye and begins to draw on my thoughts
like faithful moths
a beautiful smile of death and living on in each of there faces
Apr 8, 2011
Apr 8, 2011 at 2:16 PM UTC
I went to california today
when i arrived i ran from the car straight to the beach
there i frolicked in the surf and the sand
until i realized that i was tired from the long drive
and the sand was making me itchy
so i went inside to enjoy a cup of tea
i found that tea tastes the same in california
the walls look the same too and the textured ceiling
turns out the tv runs an hour early out there though
but thats only by my watch apparently
i will go and meet the locals
and so i did
they are no more local than me
i met a man who told me that the government was out to get me
i met an older lady who likes flowers
i met an older man who didn't like the look of me
I found twenty somethings that like to sit around and get confused
i met a happy couple with a child they were holding hands and smiling
i found myself at the end of the day sitting on a bench
i found myself bored with life
so i sat lost in a downward spiral of beautiful thoughts
my outside must have looked sad
because a pretty girl sat beside me
she said
"what are you doing here"
i looked apologetic and started to leave
she grabbed me by the hand and pulled me back
she said
"you look like you want to play a waiting game"
i was but i would never tell her that
she smiled and laid her head on my shoulder
at that moment the sun was setting
we watched and waited
**and then it was dark
and i knew that this place was special**
Feb 21, 2011
Feb 21, 2011 at 10:20 PM UTC
word are words
no different from
the whining of a hound
we can sit in our silly circle
and bite and bark in each others faces
i will be completely entertained
dancing around the outside
laughing smiling
but there are times when all i want
is for you to see me
watch me dance
look what i can do
and how am i supposed to do such a thing
get your attention
i will howl
i will howl
i will howl and howl and howl
until you come over and
softly sweetly with a smile
scratch me behind my ear
Feb 18, 2011
Feb 18, 2011 at 11:38 AM UTC
we are all standing out in the rain
huddled close for warmth
staring at our feet
and a blue light streams
in my ear and out the other
into yours
and into his and so on
until it comes back to my ear
and onto yours
we are standing in the rain
i look up at you and smile
you smile back
Feb 14, 2011
Feb 14, 2011 at 12:23 PM UTC