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.