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Sunday, September 16, 2007


Eat Dirtworms You Emoticon Sucking Demons

Ok, YEAR OF THE DOG was not a cool movie. Thats what I get for assuming anything is a romantic comedy. The last thing I need while I'm doing homework on a Sunday night is seeing a shell of a shell of a human being living a two hour denouement of depression in surround sound in my living room. Balls.

I sit in a shitstorm of paper decaying around me, too much moisture to hold and old old life full of chemicals, cringing in my nostrils, whispering toasts to sleep, to a tonic, way below middle c.
My strum slowed, creaking and weeping it stopped, startled into sleep by dreamers with eyes half masted, drooling, collapsed. Slumped over now, hair clumped wrongly awry, it looks bad, smells worse, dumps the yule log on a stack of books ablaze with life and death.
I took it in, its what I've got after all, a penniless pauper stopped up by emotion stopped at the throat, stopped where I could taste it, right in front of my gums, and I licked it against the back of my teeth to taste what I couldn't hold, and was shocked by the razor sharp fortitude of metal beneath my eyes.
That poem that began like something awful, and I drank it long ago, I smeared it on the walls where I grew up, and I can still feel fingerpaint stuck under my nails (saw that one coming). I remember the day I smiled with sand between my teeth, and smiling hurt like sandpaper every day after that, and the grit became cancer became pearls became substance that starts sagas that then soil, rot, drop, and stop again and again and begat.
I ask why, I hollow a cubby, a mime's shrinking box, but its safe, and its mine, here it is, why I don't know, but it still hurts to the touch.


02 Sep 2007


Wanted to Buy




Take away my Harlequin Renaissance, I'm buying a show stopper.

I want it in advance, ahead of its crime, half calf and no whip.

Strudel me away in it, popping out of toasters, committing felonies,

Trying to bounce out, before bounced, before bludgeoned, brained.



Blow me, down, the half laugh of the gasper, half tear.

Toothless smile, I found Sisyphus the hard way, never saw her coming.

Kept trucking bigger, sliding sideways, jackknife. Stop.

Though I change tires, engine parts, I kept going, sidle-ways,



Here I am.

I found me out,

Brought me in,

Check me out.



Sold.




25 Feb 2008


I Found Myself Along a River


I found myself along a river a long long long time ago

seduced I was, by its banter, and directionless upon her

the river drew me, lightly sparkled, her course carved and sure

so I travelled heart in hand, through hill and dale beside her

and through the land of fertile soil, we hoped for where we were.