Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Dream 03/17/09
I was patrolling the coast of Long Beach, with some officers on a big military boat,
when we saw something floating over by the seawall. The wing of a medium-sized Boeing plane had been somehow ripped off the body and floated over, without the rest of the wreckage. We brought the wing onboard, but were worried it may have a bomb, or recording device inside it. It was a spy plane from the Persian gulf, that somehow escaped the radar of the military.
The next day, I brought the wing into work with me. My job was to take it apart and look for information, like secret cameras, microphones, documents, et cetera. The wing had keyboards, and screens with remotes inside of it. I unattached what looked like a game console from the interior of the wing, and turned it on. It was a war game. I played for five minutes and then gave it to my co-worker, and told him to look for secrets. I continued to explore the wing when, all of a sudden it turned on, because my co-worker had been messing with the dials on the control panel. The flaps on the edges opened and started to blow air, it sounded like a giant vacuum.
Later on, I turned the corner onto 4th Street, and walked through the front door of a green house, and into the backyard where there were tables and chairs set up. Anyone could come in and watch a movie projected on a screen, and be served snacks and juice by the two ladies who lived at this house. I sat there for a while hanging out with some people I knew, and then walked across the street to get cigarettes. While I was gone, someone had come into the yard and started murdering people. There were body parts everywhere, and one of the ladies who lived there was crying. I decided to clean her kitchen to cheer her up... it was a friggin mess.
After cleaning the kitchen I walked over to Stater Bros, but it was a 99 cent store. I went up to the counter to pay for a small bendable "Creature for the Black Lagoon" toy, and the other woman who lived at the house was working the register. She asked me to open my bag. There was a bunch of stuff from the store inside, and I told her that I don't know how it got there. I paid for all of it, and the lady gave me a plastic cup of juice. The end.
when we saw something floating over by the seawall. The wing of a medium-sized Boeing plane had been somehow ripped off the body and floated over, without the rest of the wreckage. We brought the wing onboard, but were worried it may have a bomb, or recording device inside it. It was a spy plane from the Persian gulf, that somehow escaped the radar of the military.
The next day, I brought the wing into work with me. My job was to take it apart and look for information, like secret cameras, microphones, documents, et cetera. The wing had keyboards, and screens with remotes inside of it. I unattached what looked like a game console from the interior of the wing, and turned it on. It was a war game. I played for five minutes and then gave it to my co-worker, and told him to look for secrets. I continued to explore the wing when, all of a sudden it turned on, because my co-worker had been messing with the dials on the control panel. The flaps on the edges opened and started to blow air, it sounded like a giant vacuum.
Later on, I turned the corner onto 4th Street, and walked through the front door of a green house, and into the backyard where there were tables and chairs set up. Anyone could come in and watch a movie projected on a screen, and be served snacks and juice by the two ladies who lived at this house. I sat there for a while hanging out with some people I knew, and then walked across the street to get cigarettes. While I was gone, someone had come into the yard and started murdering people. There were body parts everywhere, and one of the ladies who lived there was crying. I decided to clean her kitchen to cheer her up... it was a friggin mess.
After cleaning the kitchen I walked over to Stater Bros, but it was a 99 cent store. I went up to the counter to pay for a small bendable "Creature for the Black Lagoon" toy, and the other woman who lived at the house was working the register. She asked me to open my bag. There was a bunch of stuff from the store inside, and I told her that I don't know how it got there. I paid for all of it, and the lady gave me a plastic cup of juice. The end.
Monday, January 26, 2009
Dream 01/26/09
We all waited, seated in a classroom for our letters to be called.
I was at some kind of work or training camp in the mountains.
Once my letter was announced I went outside and stood in line with other people waiting
to slide down a ground-level slide made of polished oak that ended somewhere underground
in a cavern.
Kurt Cobain was at the front of the line waiting to go down. Men in suits then gave the okay,
and he jumped instead of sitting down. He landed and slid down the rest of the way, and everyone
laughed except for me, because it looked rather painful, but I knew that he had jumped for the sake
of the audience.
When I reached the top, I was handed some small round pegs of oak that fit into small holes at the
top of the slide, which I put in my pocket. I ended up deep underground in the cave, several yards from where the others had landed. We were all expected to stay in our places overnight, and emerge in the morning. We passed the time by
telling our stories to each other while respectively staring up at the dark rock ceiling.
When it was light out, I stood up and realized I was wearing boy's white briefs covered in soot, and boxer shorts that
kept falling down. I was embarrassed about this, and hurried to get the place where I could clean up.
After I was dressed, I walked outside toward a cliff, and standing there was a boy from the cave. I hadn't seen him,
but I knew that he had told the most compelling story about how he lived in a squat in Kentucky with a bunch of feral, and
runaway kids. His mom had to flee from the FBI, and leave him there. So he befriended a younger french kid named Tim.
He asked me to come with him, because no one really had anywhere to go.
I also wanted to go because this person contained a combination of many traits that I found fascinating.
Tim, (the french kid, grown up) landed a small airplane with an open cockpit, and we jumped in. We flew close to the side of the cliff where there were all kinds of words and pictures carved into the rock. Tim turned the engine off, and the plane started to drop like a brick. They were wearing seat belts, but I wasn't, so I held onto the blue vinyl seat as tight as I could. I was thinking that I never minded risking life and limb for a chance to learn a cluster of many things at once.
But we didn't die, we ended up in a small mexican town. I was looking for a place that served nachos. The end.
I was at some kind of work or training camp in the mountains.
Once my letter was announced I went outside and stood in line with other people waiting
to slide down a ground-level slide made of polished oak that ended somewhere underground
in a cavern.
Kurt Cobain was at the front of the line waiting to go down. Men in suits then gave the okay,
and he jumped instead of sitting down. He landed and slid down the rest of the way, and everyone
laughed except for me, because it looked rather painful, but I knew that he had jumped for the sake
of the audience.
When I reached the top, I was handed some small round pegs of oak that fit into small holes at the
top of the slide, which I put in my pocket. I ended up deep underground in the cave, several yards from where the others had landed. We were all expected to stay in our places overnight, and emerge in the morning. We passed the time by
telling our stories to each other while respectively staring up at the dark rock ceiling.
When it was light out, I stood up and realized I was wearing boy's white briefs covered in soot, and boxer shorts that
kept falling down. I was embarrassed about this, and hurried to get the place where I could clean up.
After I was dressed, I walked outside toward a cliff, and standing there was a boy from the cave. I hadn't seen him,
but I knew that he had told the most compelling story about how he lived in a squat in Kentucky with a bunch of feral, and
runaway kids. His mom had to flee from the FBI, and leave him there. So he befriended a younger french kid named Tim.
He asked me to come with him, because no one really had anywhere to go.
I also wanted to go because this person contained a combination of many traits that I found fascinating.
Tim, (the french kid, grown up) landed a small airplane with an open cockpit, and we jumped in. We flew close to the side of the cliff where there were all kinds of words and pictures carved into the rock. Tim turned the engine off, and the plane started to drop like a brick. They were wearing seat belts, but I wasn't, so I held onto the blue vinyl seat as tight as I could. I was thinking that I never minded risking life and limb for a chance to learn a cluster of many things at once.
But we didn't die, we ended up in a small mexican town. I was looking for a place that served nachos. The end.
Friday, January 16, 2009
Murder Dream
All of our computers at work were broken or being used. I had to open up a file in illustrator,
fix it, and then send it to print, so I went across the street to a coffee shop to use a computer. We printed an L-word adhesive poster for their premier party, so I thought it was a homo friendly coffee place. One girl complemented me on my clothes, and I told her that her haircut was super-cute. She said "Eww" and walked away... I was like "Whatever!"
Then I worked at the coffee shop and someone had gotten murdered in the back, so we all got to go home.
I lived in a big craftsman-style house with several of my brothers and sisters, and a mexican dad who was a murderer.
He had a set of knives that where extra sharp on both ends, so they could only be held in the blunt center. Some of these knives were forked, and all varied in size. We all had to stay together in one room, because if one of us wondered off alone, he'd stalk and kill us. I saw my sister (Shane from the L-Word) get killed in the alley behind the house, I remembered there were shoes hanging from the electrical lines.
I took one of the small, long blades and put it behind my back in my belt. The knife cut my skin but I figured I'd have to get used to it. When our "Dad" was taking a nap, I got on my bike (which was spray painted black) and rode down the street to a small dock where I kept a steal 10 foot boat. I started to paddle up the LA river, when I realized that I'd forgotten my keys and phone. I went back to the house to discover that HE threw a fit when he woke up and left the house. I rode back to the boat, and he was waiting for me on the dock. He asked me where I was going and I said "to mom's house for Easter." He asked how I was getting there, and I said "the high road". He said "let me see this high road." I was trying to reason with him about the killing, while he pulled out a particularly nasty looking knife. I threw up my left arm while grabbing the knife from my belt. He stabbed my forearm, but I plunged my knife up under his ribs piercing his aorta, and said "Fuck You".
I woke up sweating!
fix it, and then send it to print, so I went across the street to a coffee shop to use a computer. We printed an L-word adhesive poster for their premier party, so I thought it was a homo friendly coffee place. One girl complemented me on my clothes, and I told her that her haircut was super-cute. She said "Eww" and walked away... I was like "Whatever!"
Then I worked at the coffee shop and someone had gotten murdered in the back, so we all got to go home.
I lived in a big craftsman-style house with several of my brothers and sisters, and a mexican dad who was a murderer.
He had a set of knives that where extra sharp on both ends, so they could only be held in the blunt center. Some of these knives were forked, and all varied in size. We all had to stay together in one room, because if one of us wondered off alone, he'd stalk and kill us. I saw my sister (Shane from the L-Word) get killed in the alley behind the house, I remembered there were shoes hanging from the electrical lines.
I took one of the small, long blades and put it behind my back in my belt. The knife cut my skin but I figured I'd have to get used to it. When our "Dad" was taking a nap, I got on my bike (which was spray painted black) and rode down the street to a small dock where I kept a steal 10 foot boat. I started to paddle up the LA river, when I realized that I'd forgotten my keys and phone. I went back to the house to discover that HE threw a fit when he woke up and left the house. I rode back to the boat, and he was waiting for me on the dock. He asked me where I was going and I said "to mom's house for Easter." He asked how I was getting there, and I said "the high road". He said "let me see this high road." I was trying to reason with him about the killing, while he pulled out a particularly nasty looking knife. I threw up my left arm while grabbing the knife from my belt. He stabbed my forearm, but I plunged my knife up under his ribs piercing his aorta, and said "Fuck You".
I woke up sweating!
Thursday, January 15, 2009
I was living in a house, it was morning-noon-ish, and I was shuffling around a kitchen. My joints were stiff. My boss came into the kitchen and poured a cup of coffee. He was looking at me like he thought I was on drugs. Then _____ came in and gave me a bacon and cream cheese sandwich, along with a bowl of strawberries, bananas, and cool whip. She was over-worked, and sick, so I didn't have the heart to tell her that I don't eat bacon, or bananas. _____ and some guy came over, and were hanging out with _____. Then we were going to smoke a cigarette, so I walked down the street to a strip mall where we usually smoke, and they weren't there. The people at the coffee shop were staring at me as if I was a leper. I walked back up the street, and it was extremely painful, because of my stiff joints.
Then I was driving my Nana's gold Buick to the store. She wanted to go to a diner, she was drunk and demanding, and EXTREMELY annoying. We got to the diner, and I had like 25 cousins. They varied from white to black, and were all female. Most of them were cool, and I remember trying to find one that wasn't my first cousin to possibly date. My Nana was cheating on her husband with my Papa, they were both drunk and went into the bathroom to have sex. One of my cousins and I agreed to get the keys to the car away from my Nana and take off. We did and when we got back to the house where we all apparently lived, all of these crazy rednecks from Indiana where there, all distant relatives. I lived in a room in the garage. There was water dripping down through the roof from the swamp cooler, and black and green smoke coming from somewhere. I pointed this out to a man wearing a red ball cap, who started arguing with me concerning gays being child molesters. I went into my room and
grabbed one sketch book to save, and left with my cousin to go back to my Dad's house... What a stupid dream.
Then I was driving my Nana's gold Buick to the store. She wanted to go to a diner, she was drunk and demanding, and EXTREMELY annoying. We got to the diner, and I had like 25 cousins. They varied from white to black, and were all female. Most of them were cool, and I remember trying to find one that wasn't my first cousin to possibly date. My Nana was cheating on her husband with my Papa, they were both drunk and went into the bathroom to have sex. One of my cousins and I agreed to get the keys to the car away from my Nana and take off. We did and when we got back to the house where we all apparently lived, all of these crazy rednecks from Indiana where there, all distant relatives. I lived in a room in the garage. There was water dripping down through the roof from the swamp cooler, and black and green smoke coming from somewhere. I pointed this out to a man wearing a red ball cap, who started arguing with me concerning gays being child molesters. I went into my room and
grabbed one sketch book to save, and left with my cousin to go back to my Dad's house... What a stupid dream.
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
1208
your day is showing itself behind
many obstinate hours covered in events
passing over metal eyes
and
as many nights not taken,
and opportunities missed
for you
to come out of the cold,
the stars still collect, prickling silver
in the center of me.
many obstinate hours covered in events
passing over metal eyes
and
as many nights not taken,
and opportunities missed
for you
to come out of the cold,
the stars still collect, prickling silver
in the center of me.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
ex-pats
When she was rude, she had no memory.
No bound ties by blood or through fellowship,
stolen journal locked with her behind a heavy wooden door,
with only a fuzzy transmission of muffled manipulations going on.
She left her friends outside waiting, and wading through
used things, clothes, books, lanterns, and dust.
They started to leave one by one,
back to their parts of any town, usa,
in spite of the consequences of her wrath...
They won't forget the thrown eggs, the force of the fire hose,
or the snowballs with rocks in the center.
No bound ties by blood or through fellowship,
stolen journal locked with her behind a heavy wooden door,
with only a fuzzy transmission of muffled manipulations going on.
She left her friends outside waiting, and wading through
used things, clothes, books, lanterns, and dust.
They started to leave one by one,
back to their parts of any town, usa,
in spite of the consequences of her wrath...
They won't forget the thrown eggs, the force of the fire hose,
or the snowballs with rocks in the center.
Friday, October 31, 2008
none
Buy and Buy at the country club...
Closed times and separate kin,
cannot keep a human angel under the glass.
An insulated life can purchase the best matching shirts in town,
but off the green, those suits will be solicited many times
for change.
White right got you down? Escape to dumpy plump,
childless, all-you-can-eat, floating barge of smooth
garbage.
Closed times and separate kin,
cannot keep a human angel under the glass.
An insulated life can purchase the best matching shirts in town,
but off the green, those suits will be solicited many times
for change.
White right got you down? Escape to dumpy plump,
childless, all-you-can-eat, floating barge of smooth
garbage.
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
posty post toast boast?
Less like a rejecting mentor, and less like
a gatekeeper in dreams that give sadness...
Now a peer experiencing old music over and
over, wrapped up madness, safely burrowed
in the young ones.
Equal to all humans on the surface,
Changing shape when glanced away from.
Will they take care before you go?
Will they bathe you with respect?
Perhaps you're the smartest in the room.
Gives me chills. I'm not in the club.
loner... his secret, magic word to get into ICU
was "less"
a gatekeeper in dreams that give sadness...
Now a peer experiencing old music over and
over, wrapped up madness, safely burrowed
in the young ones.
Equal to all humans on the surface,
Changing shape when glanced away from.
Will they take care before you go?
Will they bathe you with respect?
Perhaps you're the smartest in the room.
Gives me chills. I'm not in the club.
loner... his secret, magic word to get into ICU
was "less"
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
um... no.
few, and some remarkable... well some, anyway.
A hot, curvy, and treacherous road, all down-hill.
Look over the railing into a salty fall-out... easily scared,
I'd steal an airplane, rather than be stuck in
a place with no light at the end of the tunnel,
and no one on my side.
What more could you tell about an all-girl's club?
Looking though a window... friends not included.
Cover it up in a joking whisper,
I saw you coming a mile away, black to the wind,
high contrast and capricious
in spite of yourself.
A hot, curvy, and treacherous road, all down-hill.
Look over the railing into a salty fall-out... easily scared,
I'd steal an airplane, rather than be stuck in
a place with no light at the end of the tunnel,
and no one on my side.
What more could you tell about an all-girl's club?
Looking though a window... friends not included.
Cover it up in a joking whisper,
I saw you coming a mile away, black to the wind,
high contrast and capricious
in spite of yourself.
old post, but post nonetheless.
I can draw a contour line around the world of men
but it is just an outline.
Words, rib pokes, stories, jokes, and lies
enigmatic until the end.
I would like to think of myself as
ambiguous and innately human
without the learned symptoms of gender,
but who am I fooling? You're just lazy.
but it is just an outline.
Words, rib pokes, stories, jokes, and lies
enigmatic until the end.
I would like to think of myself as
ambiguous and innately human
without the learned symptoms of gender,
but who am I fooling? You're just lazy.
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
scent as a companion
The wooden capsule drifts on the
horizon- relaxing in memories now.
Let go, and remember your brothers.
Though the chill sea airs comes the scent of
tropical sweat, warm and alive with playful exertion.
Volcanic rock lends it's dust to thin running sandals
carrying small adventures for their own sake.
There can be time for thoughts like
these in the passage between sleep and survival.
Hands and fingers rough from rope, sea water
and coconuts- warm now to the soft ceramic
surrounding this evening's coffee, and remember what it is like to
touch another's skin.
horizon- relaxing in memories now.
Let go, and remember your brothers.
Though the chill sea airs comes the scent of
tropical sweat, warm and alive with playful exertion.
Volcanic rock lends it's dust to thin running sandals
carrying small adventures for their own sake.
There can be time for thoughts like
these in the passage between sleep and survival.
Hands and fingers rough from rope, sea water
and coconuts- warm now to the soft ceramic
surrounding this evening's coffee, and remember what it is like to
touch another's skin.
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Panoramic view on the sea
In the direction of the diminishing brightness of burnt orange and pink,
Your red bellows curve to catch the air fresh with brine
to dry the wet wool socks clipped to the line,
and propel your wunderkrammer forward.
Cross-legged in your cabin, leather fingers softly clamping
a cigarette- smoke rising,
the last of the warm colors of today pass over the skin of your
eyelids, and the mystery of night's bright black stars pull at your heels.
In the direction of the diminishing brightness of burnt orange and pink,
Your red bellows curve to catch the air fresh with brine
to dry the wet wool socks clipped to the line,
and propel your wunderkrammer forward.
Cross-legged in your cabin, leather fingers softly clamping
a cigarette- smoke rising,
the last of the warm colors of today pass over the skin of your
eyelids, and the mystery of night's bright black stars pull at your heels.
Thursday, January 3, 2008
quit or got fired
She almost called you to talk about the dead cat.
Your crazy memory seems to have dwindled significantly
but we know it would be a mistake, we know it would be disappointing.
All the cool blue afternoons could not take on anything other than
a sour pall or malaise, and the boredom killed
with such a dull slowness.
Your crazy memory seems to have dwindled significantly
but we know it would be a mistake, we know it would be disappointing.
All the cool blue afternoons could not take on anything other than
a sour pall or malaise, and the boredom killed
with such a dull slowness.
Saturday, November 24, 2007
For my last.
I would swim in a warm tropical ocean
while the dangerous fish were away.
My eyes open under water
the curious observing the curious.
The sun would warm my skin and I would
never become fatigued.
When the time came I would float on my back to shore
I would then devour a corned beef sandwich and potato chips.
All this after an exciting hot-air balloon ride
unaffected by vertigo. Where I even dangled my feet off the edge
in the late summer air.
while the dangerous fish were away.
My eyes open under water
the curious observing the curious.
The sun would warm my skin and I would
never become fatigued.
When the time came I would float on my back to shore
I would then devour a corned beef sandwich and potato chips.
All this after an exciting hot-air balloon ride
unaffected by vertigo. Where I even dangled my feet off the edge
in the late summer air.
The best summer, or when people stepped out onto the scene.
It was like I had been indoors too long
at the bottom of a well.
The Sun choked me, hit me in the chest
and on occasion, warmed me from the inside
Days of excruciating beauty were segmented with
random bouts of panic
Ending with a silent scream in the corner
of a shady room.
The leaves then, did start to fall.
And I witnessed the world from a balloon
sometimes from space
I told her I was flags blowing around in the wind
and that she was a flame thrower
She would burn me up, given half a chance.
I was sick, but not terminal
and I saw everything in color starting
then, in the summer.
at the bottom of a well.
The Sun choked me, hit me in the chest
and on occasion, warmed me from the inside
Days of excruciating beauty were segmented with
random bouts of panic
Ending with a silent scream in the corner
of a shady room.
The leaves then, did start to fall.
And I witnessed the world from a balloon
sometimes from space
I told her I was flags blowing around in the wind
and that she was a flame thrower
She would burn me up, given half a chance.
I was sick, but not terminal
and I saw everything in color starting
then, in the summer.
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Two months ago.
A phenomenon of lighted colors- green and gold
your face in the hallway, the surrounding atmosphere
was black, Darkened by you
so that your face would be the only sight.
It worked so well, I want to tell you.
your face in the hallway, the surrounding atmosphere
was black, Darkened by you
so that your face would be the only sight.
It worked so well, I want to tell you.
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
cataract
grappling with the fog,
streching across the soil, dark and aromatic
hands grab various old roots, touching them for reference
and then passing them over-
they'll always be there, right?
knees slightly padded, ego scathed.
searching, selfish, and climbing with the only means
available, and that is sight.
so tall, and white, and clear.
get up and go, run for your life,
if you can.
streching across the soil, dark and aromatic
hands grab various old roots, touching them for reference
and then passing them over-
they'll always be there, right?
knees slightly padded, ego scathed.
searching, selfish, and climbing with the only means
available, and that is sight.
so tall, and white, and clear.
get up and go, run for your life,
if you can.
Friday, November 9, 2007
100807
Tiny beast, hair on my arms, and on my clothes
I saw the ribs prominent under thin skin
rise so slowly up and then down,
once, twice, and never again.
I didn't exactly see you struggle to hang on
as it might have cost me extra to woolgather
about your miraculous second wind.
no, no. she's gone, and it just makes sense.
I saw the ribs prominent under thin skin
rise so slowly up and then down,
once, twice, and never again.
I didn't exactly see you struggle to hang on
as it might have cost me extra to woolgather
about your miraculous second wind.
no, no. she's gone, and it just makes sense.
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
end of occasion
Pressed against the glass, facing the fall-
if it breaks I know about the automatic parachute...
whether or not I would want to use it is another matter.
Enduring the falling off and
meandering words of them, everyday for all time
I have been known to sneak out the back door.
Skulking around in black,
and with some understanding others,
I realize I have been passively missing
the world for days if not only hours.
if it breaks I know about the automatic parachute...
whether or not I would want to use it is another matter.
Enduring the falling off and
meandering words of them, everyday for all time
I have been known to sneak out the back door.
Skulking around in black,
and with some understanding others,
I realize I have been passively missing
the world for days if not only hours.
Sunday, November 4, 2007
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
such a jerk.
Saw you in my mind on the airplane,
waiting, and whole.
All human behavior is a mystery
coping is a skill for this dealing with others.
Try so hard every day all day all night.
Try not to feel like she felt, like she behaved
while the universe laughs in my face.
waiting, and whole.
All human behavior is a mystery
coping is a skill for this dealing with others.
Try so hard every day all day all night.
Try not to feel like she felt, like she behaved
while the universe laughs in my face.
Monday, October 29, 2007
so slow
The soil possessing the roots
no escape, symbiotic sucking
dark under canopy
nothing moves in as deep
as the big roots, the old roots.
It is strange and uneventful
no sound necessary, all introspection.
no frills no flummery.
The birds are unaware, flying away with out knowing why.
no escape, symbiotic sucking
dark under canopy
nothing moves in as deep
as the big roots, the old roots.
It is strange and uneventful
no sound necessary, all introspection.
no frills no flummery.
The birds are unaware, flying away with out knowing why.
Friday, October 19, 2007
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
last week, and before
The test was on weather systems, satellites and whatnot.
Temporarily escaping from a low-grade, and persistent grey area
I emerge from once in a while to have some fun
-like visiting, touching, testing and pushing.
I love your "shaking a can of bees" analogy when it comes to those two being in the same room...tender situation
I just got in the car and chucked my big black case in the back and said...
p.s. I wear the green shirt every other day.
wasn't the kind of homecoming imagined
but no one wins all the time, or even some of the time.
so there was litter, and other cat associated detritus all around the bathroom floor
...it was really starting to gross me out. So needless to say, Sunday was a relief.
Temporarily escaping from a low-grade, and persistent grey area
I emerge from once in a while to have some fun
-like visiting, touching, testing and pushing.
I love your "shaking a can of bees" analogy when it comes to those two being in the same room...tender situation
I just got in the car and chucked my big black case in the back and said...
p.s. I wear the green shirt every other day.
wasn't the kind of homecoming imagined
but no one wins all the time, or even some of the time.
so there was litter, and other cat associated detritus all around the bathroom floor
...it was really starting to gross me out. So needless to say, Sunday was a relief.
Friday, October 12, 2007
on the a.m.
My time is valuable, and I don't have much.
I need more RAM, and a bigger hard drive.
I envy your four in the morning, damn it.
I need more RAM, and a bigger hard drive.
I envy your four in the morning, damn it.
Monday, October 8, 2007
Your Chicago
Under the sun everything was laid out, and as invisible as we were
my shoes still wore the light grey dust from the concrete.
clear and warm, the marathon was canceled due to death,
and I did not even know, as I was 65 or 70, or legless
running strong though the streets in my mind.
Pretending to be lost in the dark rows of corn
the spores blew off the husks and into our lungs as we
played who's the boss and chicken.
I can believe she might have punched the monster in the face
pushing the myth into the light with her fist,
all the while we refused the map to the center and out of the maze.
were you frightened and running a fever?
The plane ride home was the longest.
The clouds would not behave by
comforting the belly of the bird
where I sat with a restless mind, and a full bladder.
my shoes still wore the light grey dust from the concrete.
clear and warm, the marathon was canceled due to death,
and I did not even know, as I was 65 or 70, or legless
running strong though the streets in my mind.
Pretending to be lost in the dark rows of corn
the spores blew off the husks and into our lungs as we
played who's the boss and chicken.
I can believe she might have punched the monster in the face
pushing the myth into the light with her fist,
all the while we refused the map to the center and out of the maze.
were you frightened and running a fever?
The plane ride home was the longest.
The clouds would not behave by
comforting the belly of the bird
where I sat with a restless mind, and a full bladder.
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