Friday, February 26, 2010

The forgetting of myself


Save the elderly couple
walking down Craig,
down the center,
mind you,

as the snow's made it
inaccessible otherwise,
(and as the sidewalks are
altogether. Inaccessible,
I mean.)

the streets are barren.


Save the elderly couple.


Thursday, February 25, 2010


and the raindrops
and the raindrops
and the raindrops
and the raindrops
and the raindrops
and the raindrops
and the raindrops

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

ZZ


Traces of Jazz
reminds me, we
Leaving Las Vegas
Mulholland Drive
maybe even
Titus,
tonight perhaps.

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Note to self:


I love airports,
and everything about them.
The people, the atmosphere,
the architecture,
the lines.
The lines.
More about that later,
I've a flight to catch, and
a book to read. About a house.

Thursday, February 11, 2010

things to do now til then


1. learn about finance
2. purchase things, but not too many
3. sol
4. pack your bags
5. wear sunglasses
6. syd barrett
7. don't fall in the snow
8. don't fall in the show
9. your stars my stars only impulse find sky motherless
10. Ten
11. chicago
12. write a thing
13. oh god, write a thing
14. discover an event to talk about
15. chicago

It's funny what ends up
giving us the most motivation
for creativity, yeah?
It's funny what ends up
leaving us in long droughts.


Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Remember for a second:


Joni Violet.
And then also,
This.
Always beware.
I loved Joni Violet. I still do.

I miss you, Joni, and everything you do.

Snow.

PS. Please note the comments under Joni's post. We used to have those, me and You. We don't anymore, do we? I miss those too.

This is all I've to say.
But don't count me out...

Monday, February 8, 2010

You can still find me


Cervical spinal nerve roots C1-C7
correspond with upper aspects of
vertebral bodies. Sensation of C7
nerve is for the

middle finger.

Bone notch at the base of the neck is C7.
C8 and lower spinal nerve roots
leave below the corresponding
vertebral body.
Sensation of T4 spinal nerve
is approximately level with the

nipple line.

Sensation of T6 spinal nerve root
is approximately level with the
bottom of the sternum.
Sensation of T10 spinal nerve root
is approximately level with the abdomen.
Sensation of T12 spinal nerve root is
approximately level with the

pubic bone.
The spinal cord ends approximately
between L1 and L2!
Sacral cord segments (S1-S5 "Cauda Equina")
are level with T12-L1 Vertebrae!
The

sensations

of lumbar nerves are over the legs!!
THE SACRAL VERTEBRAE ARE FUSED TO MAKE UP THE SACRUM.
THE COCCYGEAL VERTEBRAE ARE FUSED TO
MAKE THE COCCYX OR "TAIL BONE".
SENSATION OF S3, S4, AND S5 NERVES IS THE PERINEAL

(GENITAL)

AREA!!

Monday, February 1, 2010

Where have i been all this time?


insufficient memory to execute command.
the fear of God.
peppermint.
postcards.
write a scene write a scene
and

rain.
pain.
spinal column, nevada.
insufficient space.
you've lost all
space.
focus.
focus.
space.
scene.
scene.
write a scene involving food.
FOOD. but don't eat it.
play
with
me,

chicago.mulhollandDRIVE

Wednesday, January 27, 2010


Right
Light
Might
Fight


Bite?

Friday, January 22, 2010

lou


There's an echo coming from the
shadows (which make no sound according
to science.)

Have you ever heard the echo of no sound?
Have you ever heard the echo
of no sound?

Of no sound?

Have you ever heard the echo of a shadow?
Have you ever heard the
ec ho of th e

I can't be here.
Not here.
Not without...
I really do feel sick, I want you

to know that.

THRASHING AROUND I EMPTIED MY GAZE
from the solitary confines of THIS
brain...or...
the shadows. Yes, yes,
they are back again, despite the
medddicine I've not been taking.
Taking.
I've given up freely, the insincerity
of your idea of what is truth. You.
Youu. I'll deal with You in a minute,
friend. My friend. THRASHING.

I spat upon the wall, rubbing in
the saliva, I stuck my finger through
the chalky plaster, concealing
my escape.

a murder of crows


a murder of crows
a murder of crows
murder of crows
if it will
find
one way or another
one way
i removed my kin
it just came off
in flakes
missplaced
i can't
a murder of crows
OH SO WE ARE BACK TO THIS
i can't bring myself to
oh, but you know...

i am sorely affected by the
preceding events.
(even surprisingly so)

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

business


Just please let me get back to my writing class.
Its my only creative outlet all week.
I thought a night class would be great
because I could sit there for 2 1/2 hours
in a class I like. I didn't even think about
not having it at all for the rest of the week.

Thursday, January 14, 2010

Flowing more freely than wine


Never frightened of leaving it,
Everyone weaving it,
Coming on strong all the time,
All through the day, I me mine.

International Beatles Freaks Day.
Celebrate.

In the corners,
the shadows are
darkest.
As long as they
stay there,
I'll be okay.

Tuesday, January 12, 2010


I sat down here to write something,
but it's much too dark in this room.
And my brain.

Sunday, January 10, 2010

one road


Trees are best when bare
and coated in sleeves of snow.
I've got a road that is lined
with them for miles. It's great
in the summer because
the leaves shield the sun,
leaving columns of sunlight
to filter through
the pollen ridden air.
But in the winter...

Thursday, January 7, 2010

the best


I mean, it's easy to say its the same now.
Everything's the same now as it was.
Even a month ago. Two weeks ago.
Yesterday.
It's not though.
Nothing ever is.
Especially nothing like this.

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

Friday, December 25, 2009

sometimes i know people that are too cool for comfort


haaa and the DOWNHILL sllopeeee begins
and if you'd show me a way to the exit
then GOD i would appreciate that i'll be
there, but i'll be late, and if you could
please excuse the cover, i believe i am
far too cool to bother. and if you could
please excuse the SARcasm i'll be on my way
and just don't even bother, i'm not even
TRYING here. you know of course, it's not all
about FORM AND SPACE, but that's only MOST
of it sometimes, its ORIGINALITY THAT MATTERS
and you know its not even ABOUT THAT.
be right back, i just got a text.

Thursday, December 24, 2009

oh, X is for Chi


The buzz on the TV is growing
(drilling)
and the lights in the room are dimming
(dying)
Beyond the horizon of the place we lived when we were young
I need home,
merry Christ's Mass

Thursday, December 17, 2009


Betrayed again by seasons.
Silken streams of silver float
knowingly across cool dreams
of amber. Again.
It's so cold.
(The desert yawns, opens wide
its fallow plains, consumes me.)
Crow caws.
It's so cold.

Friday, December 11, 2009

Two Sided Printing - Flip On Short Edge


I learned about "Flip on Short Edge" last night. After walking 20 minutes in -1 degree weather, I made it to the printing lab to print out my chapbook. I did so, and trudged back through a Pittsburgh December to my house. I sat down to staple together the packet only to find that when you print 2 sided, the default sets the back sides of the pages to be UPSIDE DOWN in reference to the front side. Apparently its good for CHARTS. Well NOT FOR CHAPBOOKS. I guess "Flip on Short Edge" is the setting I needed. Its so cold. So horribly cold. I was trying to be prepared. Now I have to go print it and put it together using the Just In Time technique.

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Help.


Help. I'm drowning. And I can't get up.

Saturday, December 5, 2009

it's snowing


They say that when a crow
flies alone, it is carrying
a soul of the deceased
to the afterlife.

I saw one the other day,
and I think I saw you too.

In Moonlight


We danced our last dance
under the moonlight while
seafoam caressed our feet.
Gliding majestically across
sand and stone, slowly making
our way west, where the sun had set.

I kissed your forehead,
you held me close, then releasing
your hand, I watched you spin and
twirl and dance your way into the
ocean, as the tide washed away
the steps we had made.

Friday, December 4, 2009

We're married amber


I know you will think this post is about you.
It is not.

i i i i i i i


I wish you would tell me more.