8/15

A simple yes or no will not suffice
unwilling to pay the price
the past makes me reluctant to believe in anything
yet as the future unfolds
i don't know what to think
so in the present, tell me anything
give me a reason to drink
my fingers speak more clearly than my mouth
articulating sounds that haven't found their way out of my head yet
so lets just go with it
what's the point of anything,
anyway?
to be lonely and contemplative?
I contemplated that for a while and I don't think that's it
maybe life will make sense in the future
but for some reason I doubt that
so do yourself a favor
and be happy right now
you'd be doing me a favor too
don't be blue
get a clue
I thought you knew
this is true
...go to the zoo?

8/8

Don't get too attached to an idea
the circumstances that make ideas make sense are constantly fluctuating
a nights sleep erases yesterdays point of view
a brief handshake creates a new one
the nature of the construction of an individuals reality is no different than the nature of reality as a whole
unexplainable
unrestrainable
a bubble composed of billions of smaller bubbles
composed of billions of smaller bubbles
composed of billions of smaller bubbles
composed of what?

7/20, around 7pm

I feel an itch on my left arm
probably from the bite of a creature
smaller than my smallest toenail
an inconvenience
but that creature died days ago
so I can't complain
it was only trying to survive
much like myself
I'm just glad I can feel something

7/17/2010, around 3:30pm

The world is a snowglobe
everything floats in slow motion
shaken
reinterpretation
brief moments of insustainable clarity flutter by
only to dissipate into something entirely unintelligible
as the dissonance intensifies
shake it again
everything is different now
yesterday's relevance comes to an abrupt end
shake it again
some things never change, despite the popular vote
shake it again
this doesn't make sense anymore

Knight One (7/9/2010, around 2:30am)

The crazy fucked up awesomeness of the castles of crystal contortions
the tempo and rhythm align in a manner of solar proportions

feet synced like a mechanical marching band
proceeding through previously unexplored land
biped friendly nightways of the sophistimacated fairfax underbelly
off the frame of the geodesic positioning system
the weather sings along in precision harmony

like a downfall to determine the demise of a devastating drought

a pond worth pondering in perennial places of perplexing permutations

a fabulous frenetic flowering of federal fountains

the local heroes of dismemberment lead the charge
emergency's best friend
at large
on the mend

psilodrine synergy
restless serenity
the drugs distill the daily deal

the giganticism of the jungle is tremendously tremulous
but it beats a reasonless retreat to the desert's disparity domain
though thirst remains
the bitter cost of clarity attained

June 8th 2010, parts 1-5 in chronological order

Part 1

Bursts of inspiration like on aerial assault
it hurts to think of all the reasons that I know why I'm at fault
forced attempts at progress like the writing of these words
fail to make a difference this ambivalence is absurd

I hate so much about the things I love
misdirected intellect struck from above
ungrateful for the things I'm thinking of
the turbulence won't phase the bitter dove

3 haikus about
what the fuck is good right now?
Who knows, anyway?

I can't stand to think
about the way yesterday
totally happened

I suppose it is
this, for whatever reason,
all over again.

Part 2

Thanks a lot, you meant so much
I don't know what you meant
Thanks again, your gentle touch
received but never sent
battle bots in parking lots
at sunrise once again
the baron cries but never lies
my brain is on the mend
historical geology right down the road
illiterate theology and poisonous toads
attempted recreation on a broken radio station
one more time on my second to last dime
can't get enough of the rhyme of this unbearable load


...NEXT
























Chicken necks?

Part 3

The smell of something so familiar
bothers to no end
cleanliness strangely unwelcome
morning creeps through the blinds
like a jittery bandit
The taste of something so familiar
fails to satisfy
wakefulness strangely unpleasant
the sounds around surround
like a tumultuous ocean

Part 4

False
Alarm
The truth detector failed. He should have gotten fired some time ago.
Can't
Taste the difference
any more, though.
Undiscovered
evidence
remains

Part 5

Eyes on the prize with no reason why
save for lack of a better guise
frequently tries but always despises
the shapes and the sizes
impending demise is all over the skies
all knowing and wise but unrecognizable
seeps through the skin at a rate that is sizable
so blatant that it should be clear, undeniable
yet for some reason it seems barely tryable
constantly dreams in a way that is cryable
nonsense, it seems, makes it quite liable
ancient machines, no longer drivable

Sometime around the middle of May 2010

I don't know just what you need
but whatever it is, that's what I want to be
in a hammock in a tree

no obligations
to anyone but ourselves
I've got the patience
to wait for you to come down
with complications
taken directly from whatever we were doing yesterday

four leaf clovers
line the pages of your book
they make me take another look
hours of contemplation
it still does not compute

let's not worry about the future
not here not now not any way
just put your head on my shoulder
we'll be okay