December 2010
44 posts
I counter your vague and confusing statement with a question or rejoinder of no particular merit. Together, we reveal nothing but an indistinct, nagging impression that something is trying to be said, somewhere.
Probably not by us.
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The Light You See
Wind smells of cold metal and pre-dawn wetness
Light too bright on your naked 3am face
See three days growth
Smell the stale tang of cigarettes
Made more slender by sheer deprivation
But you won’t play off the circles drawn deep
Like a cartoon drunk
From where and how you forgot to sleep (you don’t know)
For the first time, you start to define yourself by what you have not
What you have,...
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Zero-Bound Hero
I wear my underwear on the outside
They’re red, which is more than tradition
A sheet, tied around my neck
In a rakish slipknot
My wide window open
The night breeze calls like a lurid woman
Smells of cigarettes and blossoms half rotten
Lana Lane, Lana Lane
My eyes roll languid
Down the impossible ogees
That greedy hands sketched you
Dr. Doom, Dr. Doom
My blood rushes faster
Just...
Damn
Sometimes I think I’m doing pretty well when i have like one or two notes/comments on my Tumblr posts…then I see posts that have like 2,500 comments. Damn. I guess I don’t have my finger on the pulse of collective consciousness of much as I thought.
Zen Caffeinated
Enough cups of coffee to bring you to another plane of existence. Seven cups for the seven levels of heaven.
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Driving in my old red truck
The sky is gray and tan like muddied vellum paper, the air folding edged around the contours of my Aztec Red pickup. It’s got 206,000 miles to its credit, and I note it proudly.
It’s a hell of a truck, busted sun visor and choking radio notwithstanding.
It was black outside when we left and now it’s dawning. Sunrise 7:00 AM; it’s 7:30 AM and it’s risen, not to...
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Everything I’ve learned about writing is almost completely useless. Sorry. Big fat waste of time and money, but it came with a liberating realization. A primal celebration of my inherent arrogance. I do what I do because I do it, and when I fall back on animal instinct things seem to fall into place all over again.
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She was laughing at him. That was the only thing he was aware of, in that blinding cold light. A cold that abused the corners of his face, hardened the worried dent in his forehead and made his blood run irregular. His thoughts went from lurching forward to total suspension like the ice sculptures at his sister’s wedding the week before.
She was going to take a shower, and through the...
Forget the lies that you’ve been told, think you’re setting free your soul, but you’re really gettin’ old…#swervedriver
I don't like my ex's new husband. I wouldn't hang...
I'm fairly certain my ex has a different name by...
I can’t block noise pollution. Stupid commercials, bad Christmas carols, and sub-standard conversation are stabbing me in the brain.
“None of us are pretty, but our ugly has an alibi and our gorgeous has a baby...”
– Andrea Gibson, “Jellyfish” (via fistflight)
Life has a greater sense of drama than a playwright. People are always there when you’re trying to leave and leaving when you’re trying to stay. I get the impression that somewhere, someone is finding all of this very funny. Snap timing, witty retorts, the realness of reality, like a great low-budget film full of characters and pathos, but lacking a conclusive arc and ending. No one...
shouldn't
i shouldn’t care
so i don’t
and everyone tells me i musn’t
so i can’t
not without embarrassment
(that’s settled)
and i’m so busy making knots
in the skein of remembrance
forgetting not
the things i’m meant to be forgetting
by all prevailing wisdom
i barely have time to hear what they’re saying
can't
i can’t write poetry
by the the power of wanting to write poetry
any more than i can read a book by sputtering, fitful candlelight
if i try to say something too big for my mouth
wrap arms around a concept too broad for conscious thought
press my tongue to a sensitive fissure in my tooth so my nerves scream
try and fail
choke and sputter
making me spit embarrassingly on the pavement...
on the occasion of a troll wedding
a toast…just a few small remembrances of you, my ex—
remember when i had my cousin over and he and I stayed up late D&Dat the kitchen table and we whispered because you were so vehement about not making noise, and you still complained because you said our whispering sounded like eerie hissing?
remember how you used to get angry every time i was on the phone and said your...
Staying up late, looking for myself on Twitter, Facebook, Tumblr… frankly, i continue to elude me. Surely not LinkedIn…that would be so lame.
Rudolph an Xmas Love Story (told by Ben & Bella)
BEN:
One day Rudolph was always alone
And everyone made fun of him
Until he met Clarice
She wore a glamoring tangled dress
and a nice bra
Rudolph married her
He was weak that day
She wore high heels that said
“Don’t step on my high heels, or you’re gonna’ get it”
BELLA CONTINUES:
The high heels said “I love you”
And they fell in love
A...
Astronautilis - Seaweed Sheets (additional verse)
(it doesn’t appear in the recorded version; it’s from a 2006 live recording. http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=SwBw0oARrYQ#! )
Sitting in the blistering pain of baggage claim
Like a sinner at the pearly gates praying for Peter to shout my name
Get the case with the gaudy face to be coming clean a fax machine transmitting all the funny shirts and things...