Thursday, October 29, 2009

what do i do now

all existing
or so it seems
and a sparrow
and a sparrow
spar- me your
an all-american
(of which i have none)
i'll mix two or three
you will never discover
never surrender


It escapes me,
the words I
just don't
k n ow
where was i going
with. what?
how do i make you
and fallllll
stop stopstop
when will i
you think im trying to be?
im not.
this is not for you.

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Mail Mail Mail

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

snail mail

I got probably the single greatest piece of mail in history today.

And I've gotten some good ones...

Monday, October 26, 2009

Oh God

They are generally social animals.

Complacent Moments, Disrupted

A thousand crows lie in a field,
content with being hidden, alone.
They sit, unbothered, cloaked in wheat,
until a footstep sends them all
in panic towards skies of grey.

Saturday, October 24, 2009

this cup

It occurs to me that the touch of bergamot added to earl grey is reminiscent of the light flavor added to the chocolate in those festive chocolate oranges. but more subtle. and amazing.

Thursday, October 22, 2009

To Study

I cease to exist in the sense
of existence as You see fit.
I seize my existence in the sense
of existing regardless of
my physically existing in Your
I extend my existence to an
existing I've never existed and
I retract my existing from an
existence I've (we've) known before.
I must, in iambic (a word I really care to use) pentameter.

Wednesday, October 21, 2009


I love The Clash.
I love them.

Tuesday, October 20, 2009


I'm coming as fast as I can.
(I'm afraid that just may not be fast enough...)
(I'm afraid
(I'm afraid

Sunday, October 18, 2009

come on micki

An allegory isn't just something you COME UP WITH.
This is insane.

Message to the Gas Company

You're screwing yourselves man. Maybe we were a bit late on the bill, who cares. You think we can't handle the cold? We have a microwave man, who needs the stove. We're from Pittsburgh. We adapt. In the end, you are getting three less days of payment from us. If you had kept us turned on, we would continue racking up the debt. That's out of control man. Simple economics and you screwed up.

Thursday, October 15, 2009

And now, we burn them, as well

The ceremony is about to begin.
And no, you can not.
Any questions?

Grocery List: Subject to Limitation of Funds

-Ink well
-Fountain pen
-Ranch Dressing
-Rose Tea or something of similar class
-A way out


I am unable to do anything productive.
It's over.

Tuesday, October 13, 2009


I have a new use for the word alternative
life in the ffffff
eagles suck it
now when you say dizzzzzy? you mean
i have a feeling i know but i'm afraid to
ask you because you might take it wrong
i'm afraid
i'm afraid that
not many people get what we get
i havent yet decided on this.
i wish i could just find out.
i wish i could just know.
i'm afraid to talk now.

Monday, October 12, 2009

that thing that

It only takes two chords into let it be.
I don't know how I feel about that.
I feel uninspired. This is normal.
I feel lost. This is also normal.
I also feel overwhelmed and somewhat alone.
But the good news is I now know what it means
when someone refers to the notes of a good tea.

Ouch what is that please

I've in my collection a signed first edition of Jim Carroll's The Book of Nods. A good weekend, you might say. This is a man that hung out with Andy Warhol, Patti Smith, Lou Reed, Rancid, Blue Oyster Cult, Ray Manzarek, and ELO. I've something else to say...

Thursday, October 8, 2009



Suck it.

Tuesday, October 6, 2009


I feel distant
unable to talk
some of my
closest friends.

Monday, October 5, 2009

Oh, forget it.

I'm falling behind
(or do I mean below)
the surface.
Whatever it is,
I can't remember
if its worth it...
Besides, I've got
better things to
worry my time with.

Sunday, October 4, 2009

i can't do this

it's impossible.
i can't do this.
it's impossible.
i can't do this.
it's impossible.
this is
it's impossible.

Friday, October 2, 2009

The Difference?

"Have you ever seen God?"

In the smoke of burning incense
I held my fingers above the coal,
watching its breath dance around
and between my fingers. It hugged
my skin, and you kissed my neck.
The river of smoke touched your
face and you touched mine.
The mist caressed the music
and became one. They waltzed
around the room, covering everything
they touched with the sweet scent
of china rain. You put your arms
around me and asked if
I had ever seen God.

Have I ever seen God?

I have seen the Devil.

moral of today

I seriously love getting postcards.