Saturday, May 31, 2008

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ipw , tkbs and i did a ton of random things and got a lot of bang for our bucks. we went to pizza putt, bought a card to game with and ended up getting one with over $100 on it. we won a bunch of tickets, traded them for panda paratroopers and set them free off the lime kiln bridge where they floated gracefully to their watery deaths.

not much else.
i feel like i need to write a poem.

hopefully soon... need some inspiration i guess.

have a good weekend.

Wednesday, May 28, 2008

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stuff stuff stuff.
all repeat.
dr. tomorrow.
all over again.

you should come over
and we can watch netflix movies on my laptop
as long as i didnt ruin it when i dumped a glass of water on it last nite.

Sunday, May 25, 2008

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pictures from the last few weeks...

a silver mt. zion at the church a while ago...


the hannah wall nite...


the master plan


big bad box variety show stage


people winning stuff

Thursday, May 22, 2008

i am going to walk the rails until i lose my depth perception and am unable

normally i would jump at the chance
to live in the fog
every day
feel the moist air
smlurring the lines
and dampening the clothes
but this kind of fog...
has none of the good
and offers no way to get closer
to avoid the distortion.
it only offers head pain,
the desire to sleep
and sit in the dark.
i fucking hate
anything that ruins my
view of you.

enough about my stupid eyes.

got caught in the rain
which was fine the first time.
but didnt want it twice

i kept thinking about
this show i was watching where
they were showing how to skin a rabbit

it made me remember the sound
of peeling the skin of a rabbit
down from the ankles
in one sheet
head flopping
and ears limp
the guts dont smell
and are neatly packaged
you can see
the cute little turds
that would have come out
had it lived.

i am thinking this weekend
i may take a short road trip
if my car will last. just a day trip
maybe sunday. you dont want to come.

i am fairly boring
but i am watching blade runner
with my eyes close.

Wednesday, May 21, 2008

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come friday! what else do you have to do? its where the awesome people will be. and you are awesome.

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

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i am less interested in lists of names, dates and details then i am in motivations, thoughts and perceptions.

i cant seem to wrap my head around poetry (or writing). my brain needs a vacation. my body can stay here to go to work. etc.

nite.



Sunday, May 18, 2008

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saw silver mt. zion last nite and it was really really great. plus got to hang out with hw and various others.

thought about a list of a few things. one of which was reasons why i like the mountain goats album the sunset tree. the list became song titles, then parts from the songs, then all the lyrics...

hast thou considered the tetrapod?

you are sleeping off your demons
when i come home.
spittle bubbling at your lips,
fine white foam.
i am young and i am good.
it's a hot southern california day.
if i wake you up,
there will be hell to pay.
and alone in my room i am the last of a lost civilization
and i vanish into the dark
and rise above my station.
rise above my station.

but i do wake you up and when i do
you blaze down the hall and you scream.
i'm in my room with the headphones on
deep in the dream chamber
and then i'm awake and i'm guarding my face
hoping you don't break my stereo
because it's the one thing that i couldn't live without
so i think about that,
and then i sort of black out.
held under these smothering waves
by your strong and thick-veined hand
but one of these days
i'm gonna wriggle up on my land.

--

i dont know what happened to today
i feel ill but am still home late
walked home on flower petals
under a near full moon
clouds like smeared adidas logos
and crustaceans
it wasnt some sort of
symbol
it was just something
that happens every day.

nite.

Thursday, May 15, 2008

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we haven't
made a late
nite deposit
in quiet some time.

how about tonite?

working on dealing
with the things that come at you
with a long view
and a hope to sway the future

silence and quiet
silence and quiet
silence and quiet

current peace
hold steady

nite soldier.

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

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1. trying to come up with reasons that makes staring at the sky all day ok
10. you

Monday, May 12, 2008

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I was going to write about the steven williams theory of improper and superfluous communication. which deals with things like cellphones, IM services, myspace, facebook, etc both providing a better way of communication for those of us who have problems speaking, and, at the same time, exposing people to all kinds of shit they shouldn't hear and do and adding stress to life. I'm sure it has been discussed a million times so I am not writing any details down. In fact, the fact that I am not writing any details makes this post and example of improper superfluous communication by my own rules.

I was also going to write about how I believe politicians should save victory speeches and celebrations for the end of the terms they were just elected for. They should invite their staff and the press to celebrate everything they accomplished for the people instead of celebrating winning a popularity contest. It would hold them accountable for what they did. in theory. But I am not going to write that whole thing out either. yes. superfluous communication.

There are more important things than half thought out and expressed ideas like the raccoon that I enjoy at least 45 minutes of silence every sunny evening with at Battery Park:


baby cows:


and lamb bums:


I want to chase tornadoes and climb volcanoes right now.

Monday, May 5, 2008

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smell like alcohol and cigarettes
of course
with hair all wild like down
stroked fire, eye make up
and sparkled lips, you make
the boys tell each other they would fuck you
but instead they are going to eat
hot sausages

its dark and i still pretended my eyes are
camera lenses
when it works the sky is deep blue
not black
the stars blur
and everything is orange and red
except the cars which become long lines
of light with no mass
frozen in time not measured
by doppler.

we ran along the bike path to find the
train i wanted to ride
it was late
the booth was closed but the conductor let
us ride anyway.

the tracks were only 2 feet apart as
opposed to the normal 4. it made the ride
tipsy and awkward but it was a train
big and iron.

it rained and i watched the ocean over your shoulder
you watch the hill behind me
the car had no windows and a roof.
the paint so thick on the benches
they must have had a fresh coat every year
whether they needed it or not
for all 10 years of restored operation.

the conductor comes on the PA.
the parents hushed their kids.
it was a little boys birthday
and the kid wanted to have his party on the train
just like i would have wanted to do.

the conductor told us where we were.
traveling along saco bay
and how the train was used
for crazy things.
i was distracted by the cold spring wind
and waves and steam.

"there is a bridge that burned"
he said
i listened
"we cant cross it, we will stop there and take a break
before turning around and coming back,
feel free to walk around."

the train stopped
we walked
to the bridge
it was black
how does a bridge over the bay burn?
i dont know.
i walked out on it. you followed.
we didnt talk to each other much.
the ties were fine
it was sturdy
at first
they were black from creosote
protection from the rain
the ocean
skipping, me and you over the missing
ties
the further we go
the bigger the jump
half the bridge missing
down below
our jumps land
and break the oily water bubbles
and puddles on the ties
how far can we go?
how many ties is too many to jump?
i dont know
the waves are crashing
the water is deep
the rain is hard and fast
the wind is driving
further
further
i forgot
there was a train waiting for us
a birthday boy probably with short
patience
we stopped and looked back.
the conductor was at the start of the bridge.
i think he yelled something
but I couldn't tell
we had to move faster
and did
further
until we could only stand left of where the tracks were
and the jump
would have been into the
cold spring atlantic
water.

later that nite
at the pier
i drank a mouthful
it tasted like oil and salt.

Thursday, May 1, 2008

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dinner with BD, then worked on art all nite.

i have said that poetry is everywhere and in everything
i just cant see it right now
for several reasons
at least I am guessing these reasons
are the reason.

its kind of interesting to watch
waves crash
and circles spin
but not fun