Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Mine eye has seen
Its black radial vortex

Scientifically speaking from no more

Knowledge just forged

Commonly projected interference

Of noun


Called new is trusted known

Read few words, brushing topics

Application of futuristic paint

Prospective child

What scholarship do I receive?

To nature I contribute and gather

To whom do I commit precious minute

Recorded face stood in pause

The breeze descending

Its scent distinguished


Wind sways the branch covered

Leaves shadowed, richly cut

An intention written for its

element has no power outside transient thought.

Monday, November 9, 2009

Elliot

Elliot quotes consider it

It’s like it’s like stuff I think about a lot

I don’t know

One elective

I kind of want to try something new

Learn something new

Yeah, I have to take yeah

I spelled it wrong?

Contemporary

The contemporary art scene

I often put my interests

No

Planning ahead are we?

Yeah

Why does it suck?

I am only in one right now

I like some

I didn’t like it

I don’t know if he is here right now

I freaking hate

The other one sounds just stupid

Shhh

We are thinking goo goo dolls

Facebook status

Tom was so cool

He is just like just like

He should do a painting class that is on Saturdays

I’ve got my freedom

What are you taking next semester?

Higher on the food chain

I should grow a beard

Probably not

Because I don’t take

Take a blog space

I was thinking about doing the invintory of the lockers

Now that we know what we have

Dont have any drills

Whats that?

Yeah

She a klepto?

Oh

Really!?

That is so weird.

Well I'm like

Obama what should I do

Or just a mystery box

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

[ iFuck ] the ultimate Apple product

responding

No work Amen
I'm tired of walking in squares
right angles don't take short cuts
Precise directions written and red
Uncomfortable room recently designed for
my big bank account, cough.
Yawn during a kiss
Ax of angry comes to redo its
love song the right way on the left
side where the bruise is How many
times do I ....... sweep me off me feet
Amen

Monday, October 12, 2009

The reason you can't undo a baptism

The sun and the willow don’t mix

Like powdered tea under a bed of water

Dripping chlorophyll

Ominous green tracking beam

Dripping laser light, shadow area unveiled!


Lifeguard for life, look at that banner

Dripping wet from a long public bath

Swaddling cloth around passion

A joyous song screwed the minds of your mother

Damn the man and his incense

Burned it, flung it, smash it to the ground

Red carpet so soft so God does not hurt his precious so


Haircuts make weak those forearms

With all congregations in the convention of time and space

Completely loving the baby head wet drowning in Capital sorrow

Disneyland makes weak the lobes

Stretched long and low

The asset of gothic logic

Stab coated golden

A hidden cave supports the remote licking

Beat out charts and graphs from your father

Figure, it is important to get told that rolling culture

Brightness levels push up

Up up baby

Breast milk has never tasted so

Push pop vitamin stick


Sunday, October 11, 2009

Succulent gate

Table trasher
Match waster
Time teller
File sharer
Fast learner

Naturalistic mouse movement. Parfum d’armoire spraybottle disguising dirty sex laundry. Document CD in D.C. getting scratched on hard disks.
Naturalistic staged. Processes rebuttal.

Coating lenses for seeing
Coating paper for seeing
Coating stomachs for a long night ahead

Succulent gate! How art, thy, thou, thine heart behold dull and blunted globular organ swollen shut.
Never seen!

Precious ore in minds of the dead, never blue, never color. International inspection connection costs zip on technology time. Buying books; having sacrifices to the hundred gods of eternal thought, and love, and pressure, and typography.

Oh! Succulent gate due open thy tarnished metal arms, latch long fled away through repeated torture, engage a human with tantalizing fantasies of their moneyless coffin. Enlist evolution into the new chemical make up. Spray bashful science nevermore.

Relied always on the thick pudding, distinguished gentleman stuck in situations theirs suits and wing tips can not push them out of, because distinguished gentlemen wait for the pudding to wrap and hold their egos: visibly untouchable. Tis a sight. But an American word that does not seem to hold fast the nature of formal ware or the notion of identity is defeat.

Friday, October 2, 2009

The Green Party

I took off my shirt and realized I wasn’t human. I had been reading about a cave in Latin America and it sounded really beautiful. I never use the internet and my newspapers live next to the microwave. I swore to myself if the radiation from the microwave escaped it would melt the inks of the paper stack, that is a ink blot I want to see, minus the radiation. I grew an extra nipple you know. I am not a fucking alien that can read minds through walls, but I don’t believe in altercations, and I have another nipple. It is not beautiful like the cave in Latin America. Although it is small like a dark mole but more sensitive, I want it removed.

I walked past the microwave and felt my nipples burn. It happened for a year. I walked past the microwave and felt my nipples burn this year, current time, and I was smart enough to invest in a radiation monitor. My grandma is paranoid by radiation. The microwave did not seem to leak, that is what the dial said. There was a party within this time and no one else reported anything regarding nipples. Shitty cause I hate being alone.

I was so excited when I saw the ink blot I decided to act irrationally. After I met with my psychiatrist I went to Ben’s Chili Bowl to let off some steam. I fucking hate my temper recently!

I finished studying the physics and bio chemistry for the evening. I read things aloud to make them sound real. Extra nipple is not in the dictionary which really sucks cause I am still confused and burning a little. Imagine this: a large stack of newspapers with ink smeared like butter. That is really cool and it is my art that I fantasize about. My personalized stationary came in handy for the letter to Guggenheim.

I loved my opening in New York City, the wine was fantastic. Everyone adored the art I hung on T-pins so elegantly. I already made a million dollars. No one knew about me before my million dollars; I liked it more unknown. I moved to Nice. There is a beach that has nude women I am attracted to. I use a toaster oven for everything, and experience zero nipple burning. There is something funny about living in the United States and I think it is related to feeling accepted. That is why I like the green party. An independent man depends on thoughtfulness.

I planted a tree native to the land. Watching it grow will be plenty of pleasure. My wife will never grasp that love.

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Distinguishable Forest

9/19/2009

Trees with red flowers
Trees with red flowers
Winding road to Heaven ending on a degree: leaned back
Your stomach churns musty thought
It’s all out on the table where you left it.
My flesh sinks deeper into oppression.
Bladed caressing finger
Outlined you
Exposed rib cage and flattened breasts
There is a picture of us on my cell phone I look at a lot.
Signatured? Myself into digital memory slavery.
I am chipping away at your gray matter.
Together be always will we
Extending the lease to the back of the house.

9/20/2009

Come on you Chupacabras!
Being chased by a state cop
you losers
Open T-top
you freaks.
Anyone can shoot the freak
In the pickle, pickle
heHAheheHaHahehahaHe
you losers

On the silent Cay
Splitting wires, building a raft for fifteen years.
When the cereals gone
When the porn loads
When I just shaved
When I caught a fish
When the balls roll down the maze connecting the ligaments
Steroid muscles
Pin ball on the MTA.
for the lack of a better ball point

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

soul

A cup always being sipped on


A mystery novel on its first page


Unsure of being tired, thinking about mystery, and preparing for the worst with no intent of remembering how to begin. Wanting to jump over the moon and dig your feet in the sand. The classiest dress on the most casual woman.


I wished for you, while looking into the low sky with many staring stars, becoming brighter.


I wished that you and I would always be happy. (including everything I couldn’t think of)


The wish I wished: “I wish that we will be okay.”


Simple and fitting. Unlike the purple dress.


A soul so hardly seen fully.

Soul of a constant, wealthy love. Unable to see her own affection.


Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Chatham, Massachusetts

I saw the Atlantic
tidal palms rough
and wearing
the stone I picked
up later at the
Sound. Slapping
and crashing
violent, beauty
living beneath boats,
on my chest
and past the pond.
Truly loving the wood
and coal harvested
by fury known
for hundreds
of years, each peak
leaving no trace.
Sails sewn into my city life.
Long lenses which see
beyond stable vision, a gift
from my Grandfather,
although shaky we
both have become.
Maps for free
guide me, around the short-cut,
possibly for lunch. Seagulls
sweep keeping distance
from Ultimate Day.
Conjured wake
approaches, and
I am ready for another.
Dying engine, capable of
silencing the clams.

Friday, August 14, 2009

9.9%

Drive a car or operate
Birth defects
Government warning
The risk of machinery,
And your ability
To the pregnancy
Cause health problems
According women should not
General beverages impairs
Because of problems alcoholic

Sunday, August 9, 2009

Jordan

we have made the connection between the two
your cocktails and your dreams
both dead weight.

it is a war of the worlds and your fists are swollen
beaming, totally alien
let each robotic arm find its nectar
with a slow retracting forgiving nature
patching and paying
interruptions in everyone else's life
with no apologies necessary

tragic grocery store experience
bodega on the previous corner
underneath the couple that was visible from the window at night
romantic separations in a blurry dream

Saturday, August 8, 2009

Monday, July 27, 2009

German perspective

Iron is the most
American word
iron
it might be flattening
the whole earth
Capital sinking

or probably forged purity
only still after a steady pour

Sunday

I calculated how to price
the situation
situational
Advance up in hot
situations
outside trashcan
tall skinny shrubs
that is a closed library
she is eating with a
cell phone on top
of an open computer
while parked
well thats weird
drinking zero calories

Sunday, July 19, 2009

perception

I was able to travel to Anaheim, California for the Episcopal General Convention. I was asked to write about thoughts I had after witnessing discussions, debates, and legislation. My blog post is here. Thank you to the Diocese of Southern Virginia for sponsoring my trip.


Self Deception

exists-in world and in people
as a protection from knowledge
behavior indicative of knowledges effect on individuals

-A folk term used for something which does not exist

〪chosen elegant theory that disconnects from the unnecessary
〪moments of creative leaps


—notes taken by Sara Winston on a lecture
given by Scott Hamilton retranslated

Thursday, June 25, 2009

Counting to ten

Jumped over the moon.
A car honked at me for ten seconds
I ran the red light
I bid high enough
The sweat made my hair drip and my shirt stick
Finessing subtleness.
Page down, page up.
Skimming to start, staring for a reaction
I can hear the liquid in my stomach
I had to chew that too much
Mirrored and turning to stone soon
Sculptures are best in 360.
Bracketed phone calls
Vapor from the room sealed off
"You are not on this earth"
But ask about my music choice and the lady next to me
A best friend told me to wake up.
I can not see where I spend most of my time
I do follow a routine, over water
Catching bait and hooking it
The table holds two glasses empty
News events unread
Boiling my arms to reveal new skin
Rubbing to no end.

Sunday, June 21, 2009

Quote

"Scratch the surface, and if you're lucky, you will find more surface." - Richard Avedon

Saturday, June 20, 2009

Ripped with no repair date

Maybe limbs are just for motion
Swinging and stomping
Maybe minds are just for getting into trouble
Forgetting and tunnel vision

Saturday, June 13, 2009

In the bathroom

I cut myself
I was out of Band-Aids
I had a bandage for a larger wound but too large for a cut on my finger
Medium size Band-Aids cost more than expected
I left the box in the bathroom after replenishing my on-the-go first-aid kit
Newsweek comes weekly
A two week old issue is next to the toilet along with the bandages
At a second glance the half full box of Band-Aids laying on top of Iranian President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad's frowning face seemed humorous

Run

Running twice as fast under overhangs
casting shadows, flickering environment looses the
touch of men. Face to the soil, America started with an ax and a tongue
Partially covered in Eastern sand, novels hide themselves
Caught in the summer months, jumping to the dunes.

Trading quickly, unthought, provoking attack
of a friendly brother. For ease of movement, grunt
for success.
Repeating drum crying with dawning recognition
Expected death acts
Twice as many bold faces
Lining newly bought t-shirts
Unwrapped from plastic, a smile replaces an empty pocket.
Crossfire in the tight corner
the room to the left.

Plus I already bought a ticket out of hearing another bottle hit the floor.
The fare is fair
The schedule is prepared
next available.

Publish, professional understanding
rightly stated and wrongly accused
Drawn in
the missing blanks
Expected dirt to fill those
holes in meantime,
no receipt for the recent withdrawal


Saturday, June 6, 2009

Tsssst

Gray on finger
Knuckles usually red
Heels picked loose of black
Chest never tan
Irises know how to radiate
Lush has entered the room
Lasting more than a day
White falling from an itch
A most discrete pain, unaffected by violence
Sweating from a star dripping yellow
Satellites beaming an impossible connection
Retracting backwards


Friday, June 5, 2009

Blood Sucking

Wait go back

We should totally go back
because there was a pet store back there

Just happen to be running late
and in the middle of the
highway at the same time

High grass with major consequences.

Not uncivilized but not open
Happening at a precise
moment. Found unplanned love. Forced
to accept a thorough cleaning with
a perk of satisfying forgotten appetite.

Renamed, reloved, new pest.

A godly act
Hinted rejection
Expressions from ear to ear
Disgust with hands all over
Is there too kind, too caring?
Slipping, sappy, short haired.

In the small notebook

Walk up many stairs
to pass large columns and
open heavy doors only
to sit in a tall chair.
Judging.

Rain washes my
face on the downhill.

Too late to think and
too late to sleep
I will jump in after you.

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Being pulled

In both directions move trains
making a racket louder than every voice.
Exposing sunlight through photographic perfection,
but only in a photograph.
Split down the middle, sitting separately.
Watching each others backs and watching what is behind one another.

A palace unthought, unplanned, unheard, but just close enough
Liquid flowing from two ears and shots fired.
God Damn.
Never knew he, I, we, she, her, had it coming.
Set up a campfire right here, in the valley of the closest shadow.
Set up to never fade.

Stumbling is never an accident.
Similar to a robbery of personal things,
certain things will never be forgotten or remembered, consciously.
A talkative human with respectable traits told a story once, and twice, and three times.
And the fourth time I was reminded how important it was for stories to be retold.
Not dried out from the sun's heat, bones do not show underneath skin, soul now trapped in a jar.
Still exploring every possibility of returning
Living with a list of to-do's
But rather the list of how to.
Salvation crossed off for 24 hours.

Thursday, May 21, 2009

To do


well it didn't happen

so lets make some breakfast then take a nap

Monday, May 18, 2009

Tracking

The minimalist
drew a straight line
with a straight edge
on a square sheet
bleached white.

Soft lead leaves
opaque tracks
trailing on and on and on
and on. Designing the sun.
When graphing out the
walk, for this day,
no steps are taken.

All made out of plastic
sitting on glass
with reflected sunlight.
Stood from the desk
on the second floor
to find the sharpener.

Sunday, May 17, 2009

That's real

Cords travel through each other wrapping like presents
To rip and tear the fabric that does not exist anymore
An impossible feature that has been introduced
Leaking into the bloodline
or possibly an injection.
Hypothetical thoughts in a petri dish
Lines of people
Every wire laid straight, untangled for a purpose
Conduct the necessary amount of tests to find
Every question should not be answered
Sixth senses not acquired
Unexposed, points of focus, monochrome, depth, two-dimensional
Discovered latent messages wound up
One beneath a floorboard and a few in the sky
Payment upfront for the possibility of insight
Every piece moves accordingly
Rush of who's turn next
Risk of where the board ends
Got into a taxi before it rained all afternoon
Slide around in the comfort of another's judgment call
Seconds matter when it is getting dark

Friday, May 15, 2009

Serving The Public

Germs
Take the opportunity to help your neighbor.
Pay by telephone
Amount enclosed
See reverse for more details.

Occupant
Waiting for the music to stop
Answering every call
Seeking the snap and a pop
Turbulent, log on the flume: washed
Tests Required: Vision, Knowledge
Save now

Shake the clock waiting for a pause
automatically deducted
Publish the mirror held up
It's reflection holds up in dim lighting
Check here or remain
All properties are charged
Circling away right on track

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

black and white photograph of tree branches shooting upward behind the top of a brick building shot horizontally with a 35mm camera

Whe (swallow) n

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Monday, May 11, 2009



it is a Monday and there is work to be done.
I like gin. I like today. I like, read this poem

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Pressed up against a
concrete wall: textures, consistency, solidity,
All is laid out in readable fashion
Empty papers and empty eyes make nothing.
Unsound through easy moments
Wrapping around facts,
There is pleasure in not knowing how a reaction will effect the way sheets are slept on
Washing off a section just for you
Pushing everything aside, the lock on the fence, the books on the table, the ideas in my head, the tongue in your mouth.
Tweak it, a little bit more
Twitches in visual terms
Literal terms
Sick of seeing.
So deep, leagues of depth watching a movie being pulled by a submarine
Zero effects, affect...
How?
Not inconsistency, but indecision.
Tried and convicted of eating the leftovers
Pulling hair for tin between teeth, a gagging reflex, you look away
Reconfirmation, reconfirmation.
A question and answer in one sentence
Get into the car, to go, to see you push the pedals
Please scan that item one more time
Many black rooms, with audio, and a human element
A woman jumped out of a window
Maybe I will be there for that

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American with a little Tidewater, Appalachia, and Yankeedom.