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

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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

Sunday, May 10, 2009

my great grandfather holding my grandmother on my mothers side.

Roll Over

Justify
Holding gloves
Cover noses
Zip up layer one
I am trusting you
Will I see you soon?
Does it matter?
Talk to you soon.
It has been a week
Too long for any real emotion
New morning sun, new walks, I am so tired
Leaning back I look at the world; motion blur
Thick books have been waiting ten years, they will wait another ten
Teach me how to focus upon your face
Deep roots live within me, holding me to a person I hope to be one day
That man will find me on his own accord
But you can't always count on yourself to get it right the first time.
When I roll over, let me fall.

Saturday, May 2, 2009

A still from the film Metropolis

The explanation of the operation rose doubt, in every cell, in turn causing cancer

For example, using cardboard instead of concrete. What a great idea that was.
Melted ice cream with snake eyes. Vomit of yellow, carrots, and smooth.
Man, check out my game. It’s a whistle, it’s a walk.
Still stuttering on the down stroke.
I care about what tree burns best. But fire is fire.
Are you sure there is not anymore in the back? Cause isn’t that your favorite?
The way you push away by a double exhale, one-two, is a way of it doesn’t matter any way.
And it’s okay
But it’s not, so…
Anyway

We can sit on this side and enjoy with our eyes, the deep
passion of our interlaced morals.

Convenience is a golden hurtle that I am coming back for.

Friday, May 1, 2009

my first post since I started

this is my first post. a post of much more than what is stated. to post. the post. To post upon. Posting up.

a sturdy piece.

A post.

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American with a little Tidewater, Appalachia, and Yankeedom.