March 2011
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July 2010
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June 2010
1 post
April 27th, 1937
Lamplight casts and azure glow over the fractured glass of war. Pulling limbs apart and breaking swords beneath heels on the floor. Candlelight, the companion of a concerned soul that peers through an open window where the wounded recognize the wounded. Nightlight rages from a house fire where the charlatans are wild animals mangling the bodies of our lovers. Lamplight shines on an infant’s...
March 2010
2 posts
The Blues
With rusting harmonica he etched his tune into the soul of the earth.
What up dude, not much.
February 2010
2 posts
Slanted slits of broken light finds a way through cracked, corrupt blinds, breaks apart on dusted strings, divine reminder of laze and shortcomings, Of my own dis, or misbelief. If my fingers then could move with precision and with confidence, I would wow the world at large, make women weep and wail.
Put tears in the eyes of the joyful, and glee in the souls of the crestfallen. Sounds...
January 2010
13 posts
At a loss...
Okay, not so much at a loss, but I feel like the quality of my work has dropped off a bit in recent months. Mostly I would attribute this to the pursuit of other things in my life such as music, and being young, and partying. These things are all important in their own rites but now It is time to be back, creating at lease decent work, and writing every single day like I used to. In the mean...
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Prom
Tell me how to move… just like you do with precision and arrogance as you try to hide a dance of passion and practiced steps.
I miss you like high school, like dilated hands around my neck. An indecent proposition for your bed to poison this relationship.
My piano player punching keys, it is a shame how my strings can’t match her ivory.
It was a siren’s voice of distress and need, tiled floors...
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So old... 5 years ago? enjoy.
Close up photographs of eyes unfocused vessels break and create a message sent through crossed lazy and distant gaze a novel a book a story look lips sealed and stitched with words trapped on white tongues tripping over broken sentence fragments senses panic pain pleasure regret they do not fail you wish they could touch the thread that seals this mouth pull the knot that ties it ...
Her Lips Are Copper Wire
whisper of yellow globes gleaming on lamp-posts that sway like bootleg licker drinkers in the fog
and let your breath be moist against me like bright beads on yellow globes
telephone the power-house that the main wires are insulate
(her words play softly up and down dewy corridors of billboards)
then with your tongue remove the tape and press your lips to mine till they are incandescent
-Jean...
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Haiku Theater
Waking now, we fear losing all that we’ve fought for. Slipping through our hands,
matches burn our flesh. Smoke inhaled into fresh lungs, we will still breathe clean.
Dear, I would swallow enough to drown an army to keep you afloat.
Diving in to some old journals in search of words that I have forgotten and anything worth sharing.
Overheard Parenting
Father: Are you ready to go and get some dinner and some ice cream?
Daughter: ...
Father: how about we go get some ice cream?
Daughter: ...
Father: [in a sweet voice] Don't ignore me or I'll drop kick you in the head
Daughter: [irritated] I don't know...
A minute passes
Father: How about we get a bag of candy? Do you want candy or some ice cream?
Daughter: I don't want to talk about it
Father: Well I'm about to just pick you up and carry your ass to the fucking car, now lets go!
Little City, Big Dreams.
I saw a child, her face was covered in filth but it seemed so deliberate. The brush strokes were visible. Her hair was a mess and smelled very expensive. The tears in the knees of her worn-washed jeans, showed bruises she referred to as beauty marks.
9th & Hennepin
Well it’s 9th and Hennepin And all the donuts have Names that sound like prostitutes And the moon’s teeth marks are On the sky like a tarp thrown over all this And the broken umbrellas like Dead birds and the steam Comes out of the grill like The whole goddamned town is ready to blow. And the bricks are all scarred with jailhouse tattoos And everyone is behaving like dogs. And the...
December 2009
1 post
The event of our eventuality had been set in motion months before. Digital signatures scribed onto a schedule, free of conflicts and open for us to decide. It was the view I captured, a vision, in such a severely impaired states. I remember awkward, rigid laughter, on a bench, and her, just a nameless face.
November 2009
4 posts
It went nowhere.
The days aren’t worth mentioning.
The night’s all run together. There’s really no way to tell one from any other. The same things, same drinks, and same selfish dreams, tie each one to the next and blur the line between. The soles of my shoes, over time have worn down, and left on the street between apartment and pub, a trail making it obvious everywhere I have been. Every day is a...
Watching the color it drains from your lips drips in its rouge and moves with your hips.
“You’re too good for me guessing.” Covers pulled to your chin to hide your undressing. If we keep on like this
I’ll take it unwilling make it bend, make it ill. With the sickness I’m carrying from a flash to a chill.
There’s a half empty bottle I’ve been meaning to...
On breaking my rules...
I imagined I was in an alley surrounded by brick walls dumpsters and stray cats.
I stared with little reason at the southern most wall. It felt like hours, was most likely only moments until I saw something move.
First appeared and index finger and then an entire hand. An elegant outstretched arm was soon visible. It motioned for me to come closer.
In reaching out the phantom limb became more...
Good Morning
One night I left here, lonesome, I was alone, I was lonely and I ran for one or two miles. The ground it opened, it ate me. “You’re falling” came a voice “you should grab on to something.” “I’m not falling,” I replied. “I’m being eaten alive. My brothers, my sisters won’t find me.” While I was falling, digesting, I...
October 2009
3 posts
The Ugly
Come on Blondie, it’s not much farther, some seventy miles; I’ve got skins of water. Enough for me, my pink parasol to fight the heat. And while you fake weakness I will eat, your face is fried and sores cover your feet. The cavalry is coming soon, an un-manned carriage, full of wealth and bodies rotting. A timepiece ticks; distraction is exchange of water for thousands of...
Of this I have no doubt, love was meant for me but not deserved. A fading apparition leaves a vacant space in line. A trail of lights that once could blind are glowing dim and fall behind. We keep running towards the lights, that slide under our skin. They grow weaker, so it goes, Fight to keep us in.
It's Just My Life.
Here we are this place again
This place we built inside our heads
Walls that hold the rafters high
We built them but we forgot why
Assume it’s only happenstance
A chance we may have changed
The past is what we use to judge
Future faults and failures
We run from them
And seek an end
To what it is that ails us.
breaking open solid ground
with little more than toys
the force is great
while we...
September 2009
22 posts
Tuesday.
I can take your feet and run away, then you could never follow to a place you know but cannot go. I always was so shallow.
Everything you left with me— it wasn’t much but I found it. Underneath a broke box-spring, where we slept without a mattress.
Hand in hand crossing a sea, our clothes are all but dry. Without our souls to weigh us down, much lighter now than water.
Some feet...
Atrocity Exhibition
I. The path to heaven is of love and longing Meaningful in its absurdity A dirt road overshadowed by darkness Lined with men in pale robes with blank stares and dead trees with white limbs. This is a quest for the high ground Where the water will only reach our waists. To wade through this is thick and tiring and it chills to the bone and eats away at our legs We become shorter while the water...
Tattoo
The pin-up girls in plastic Deny a second chance, Drift between belonging Choke on fake romance. They’re using up our fresh air, Filling it with lies in a manner so divisive, they play with us as toys. The girls just hear the shutter, see the photo and the flash, and in their soul a flutter from what they never will get back. The photo steals some soul red on black on canvas. A transfer of...
Beat up.
Pulsing just beneath the skin, the pill of pain reliever, sin. The closest of friends that brings the end where no amount of company can lessen me alone. Vipers in their cages sweat the marrow from their bones. The remedy for poison is conceptual, and vague. Just try and do this on your own, beaten as dirt walls in the rain. In stepping on the feet of those you’ve left behind, this sickness...
Brail
When I run My fingers over your skin Read your body Like it’s brail Don’t be scared When I tell you Everything about you You are not special Just simple A bit too frail
So have yourself Another little miracle If that’s all you need Baby then I feel Awful sorry for you
That sounds a lot Like greed If you decide To leave I’d recommend you hide My body The contents of my soul Are quite...
I wrote this on the bus (Pardon my handwriting)
I. The flower that blooms in the worst of the cold Tragic in its solitary canvas Of dead leaves under the snow Fed by the decay of those that fell before it. Hope for those that will come once the earth has thawed He is content to be secluded from the lover picking bouquets And the feet that trampled his brothers. II. The sports car in the junkyard Driven too long and too hard Carbon hardened in...
Physics
Six grown men couldn’t stop your screaming a nurse’s cold touch it means nothing these knots that wrench my stomach are born of butterflies that hate their home and fly away to be alone we wait by your bedside for you to awake it sounds so cliche but we did it anyway daily we descend further into oblivion personable in places these miracles seem alive onward we flow across the ocean...
spw04.
Remember we were King and Queen, the power out the candles three, chasing off the bad bad dreams. And when you need that second chance, remember how you never had one for me.
spw03.
You are the up For my down beat The Harmony For my melody My metronome When I’m off time A scale for me When I’m off key
You never would dance with me...
Put on those heels I know a place where we can stay up and sleep in late. We are one thousand miles away from any rational state. So skip your class throw on that dress I know two steps, let’s hope they match. My pinstripe vest is pressed, the sidewalks glamorous. In monumental ballroom style, do our damage to the tile bleached some awful tint from feet that wouldn’t quit. When in the...
spw02.
I am like a firefly Only bright at fleeting times, Capture me and I’ll still shine, Tell your friends That light is mine.
This is probably why I don't sleep
A few days ago I had a dream. I have dreams all the time but rarely are they anything significant. This one was different for two reasons. The first being that I was actually able to remember it long enough to write it down and the second… I actually think it might mean something. In the dream I was at my old house, a duplex off of 49th in Broadripple, alone in my living room. As I sat...
SPW01.
One thousand tiny vipers, crawling through your veins. The only cure for poison is deep within the pain.
sometimes you wake up in strange places
Welcome to my home Oh yes, that should be fine. there may be some space on the lawn just past the people talking. There is a room we used for sleeping, “I’m sorry, you say it’s locked?” That can’t be right, just put your back in to it. No! We can’t be trapped out here! I refuse to believe it. Dear, I swear it will be alright. It’s one missed...
The Way That She Wept
Taking cues from the wicked world around us, that surrounds us. Making due with the useless broken tools, that we have with us.
Cracking knuckles, scarred and open while we’re breaking down the walls. From the rubble we will build ourselves a tower that will fall. We’ll seek refuge, we will cry, we will be alone, we’ll die.
There are several fragmented sentences that pieced...
Ash to Ash. (The title track)
A pitiful companion, the vase remains intact. Holding all our loved ones, that we reduced to ash. On a mantle waiting, the purgatory lasts until the mourning finished, forced we are to act. Silent sad and starlit, the night reveals a map, of everywhere they traveled, now there’s no going back. A drive as long as ever where solace makes us one. To cliffs beside the ocean, we do what must be...
Prom
Tell me how to move… just like you do with precision and arrogance as you try to hide a dance of passion and practiced steps.
I miss you like high school, like dilated hands around my neck. An indecent proposition for your bed to poison this relationship.
My piano player punching keys, it is a shame how my strings can’t match her ivory.
It was a siren’s voice of distress and...
Hey kids.
I decided to set this up for a place to put all my poems and stories and the occasional drawing that I might do.
Some of it might be old but hey, I can post what I want.
ENJOY!