Elephant progeny
vying for Oedipa Maas,
grumbling over the meager spread
of Muddy Mustard.
Celtic motherfuckers will remember me forever:
A well groomed lawn, usually located in Leelanau County -
Your daughter,
the cold particular taste of death.
14 syllable elegy: bridge lapping, tree mapping, blue skied, poised, positioned.
realization 11 syllables: birth from my butt can't be wrong, as long as ego.
12 syllables: Doctor of Child Rebirth; Regional attraction.
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Mowed Nerves
I've chewed off all the bristles on my toothbrush and unraveled my last pair of socks.
My lungs hurt and I hope I never have to leave my couch again. Don't touch my dishes.
This apple core is the first piece of my new art installation. Over the next several years,
it will take shape, one scrap at a time. But until it's finished, you'll just have to excuse
my mess.
My lungs hurt and I hope I never have to leave my couch again. Don't touch my dishes.
This apple core is the first piece of my new art installation. Over the next several years,
it will take shape, one scrap at a time. But until it's finished, you'll just have to excuse
my mess.
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Hot Hot Heat
Next time you're melting into a puddle of your own sweat,
Try that pairing that cheap merlot with a cherry popsicle.
Try that pairing that cheap merlot with a cherry popsicle.
Saturday, July 3, 2010
Cosmic Laundry
The washing machine at my house is broken again.
(I put 2 dollars worth of quarters into its hungry jaws before coming to this conclusion.)
So, the majority of my evening was spent figuring out how to wash the chemicals off 60% of my clothing.
In the end, I got a ride to a friend's laundry machine and walked home with two trash bags full of laundry.
Now I'm listening to some really cosmic music.
It's certainly put my troubles in perspective.
I and the universe itself are locked in a battle of wits,
at the highest stakes imaginable.
So far, the universe appears to have the upper hand.
But I can't be sure.
I feel my aura brushing up against the walls.
(I put 2 dollars worth of quarters into its hungry jaws before coming to this conclusion.)
So, the majority of my evening was spent figuring out how to wash the chemicals off 60% of my clothing.
In the end, I got a ride to a friend's laundry machine and walked home with two trash bags full of laundry.
Now I'm listening to some really cosmic music.
It's certainly put my troubles in perspective.
I and the universe itself are locked in a battle of wits,
at the highest stakes imaginable.
So far, the universe appears to have the upper hand.
But I can't be sure.
I feel my aura brushing up against the walls.
Friday, July 2, 2010
Now I Shall Embark on a Great Project
Just you wait and see.
Wink and nudge.
Sleeping takes a lot of time, but believe me when I say, there will still be enough.
I'm not so sick anymore.
Well, I'm well enough to smoke as many cigarettes as I please.
That's a lot better than I have been.
Maybe I'll just keep it up.
See what happens.
You're the best.
I really mean that.
Keep a close eye on the past.
Keep it away from the future.
It's the outside that worries me.
In here we're safe.
I can't let myself think about what's up ahead.
I'll ruin everything the second that happens.
Spent the whole day in my brain, and I'm better for it.
Wink and nudge.
Sleeping takes a lot of time, but believe me when I say, there will still be enough.
I'm not so sick anymore.
Well, I'm well enough to smoke as many cigarettes as I please.
That's a lot better than I have been.
Maybe I'll just keep it up.
See what happens.
You're the best.
I really mean that.
Keep a close eye on the past.
Keep it away from the future.
It's the outside that worries me.
In here we're safe.
I can't let myself think about what's up ahead.
I'll ruin everything the second that happens.
Spent the whole day in my brain, and I'm better for it.
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