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
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
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
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
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
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
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
April Fools Day (4/1/2009)
Lazily dressed to address the day
its overcast
there's nothing but gray skies
april fools
we wait for may
time flies
driving fast to escape the rain
educate and make your brain shine
clear the smoke and sing the refrain in your mind
I slipped again
trekking through the snow just one more time
so I pretend winter never returns
and i'm fine
still stressed like the ocean's blue
set the standard for spring 'cause I want to
translucent reason the you probably won't see through
I confess i've been thinking of you
a lot more than I would like to
but I can't help it
god I wish you knew
I slipped again
trekking through the snow just one more time
so I pretend winter never returns
and i'm fine
its overcast
there's nothing but gray skies
april fools
we wait for may
time flies
driving fast to escape the rain
educate and make your brain shine
clear the smoke and sing the refrain in your mind
I slipped again
trekking through the snow just one more time
so I pretend winter never returns
and i'm fine
still stressed like the ocean's blue
set the standard for spring 'cause I want to
translucent reason the you probably won't see through
I confess i've been thinking of you
a lot more than I would like to
but I can't help it
god I wish you knew
I slipped again
trekking through the snow just one more time
so I pretend winter never returns
and i'm fine
Thunderstylings (June 2009)
A storm the likes of which
has never been seen before
sheets of water so thick
you couldn't cut em with a samurai sword
20 miles per hour in a 55
traffic's stopped on the shoulder hoping to survive
i'm just soaking it in 'cause I might not see this again
while i'm alive
sky fades from ominously black
to illuminated and back
there's nothing like a conjuring of gray
friend's house was struck but he's okay
the clouds are furiously fighting
I wanna know what makes them so mad
they can't argue in writing
so violence is the best form that they had
how do they know who wins?
Will they just have to do it again?
As their war wages on
we'll have one hell of a wet weekend
(the sky offered to cry for me
but it would have been worth nothing
if I didn't stand out in the rain)
I can't seem to disappear
has never been seen before
sheets of water so thick
you couldn't cut em with a samurai sword
20 miles per hour in a 55
traffic's stopped on the shoulder hoping to survive
i'm just soaking it in 'cause I might not see this again
while i'm alive
sky fades from ominously black
to illuminated and back
there's nothing like a conjuring of gray
friend's house was struck but he's okay
the clouds are furiously fighting
I wanna know what makes them so mad
they can't argue in writing
so violence is the best form that they had
how do they know who wins?
Will they just have to do it again?
As their war wages on
we'll have one hell of a wet weekend
(the sky offered to cry for me
but it would have been worth nothing
if I didn't stand out in the rain)
I can't seem to disappear
sometime in June. this one is dumb
It must have been from when they were baby pterodactyls
now is the time for translucence
squished horizons seep
why you be me he see?
Well, yeah, but that's beside the poise
blue noise enjoys
moist clumps smack bumps
the oxygen line only goes so far
wild eyes and a blonde goatee
but nobody looks for that
lightning from the fingers is where it's at
back for the second time
the center of attention deficit
while the terrorist fiend gets away with it
making and taking hits
faking lists
eating bagels and watermelon
the worst one yet
now is the time for translucence
squished horizons seep
why you be me he see?
Well, yeah, but that's beside the poise
blue noise enjoys
moist clumps smack bumps
the oxygen line only goes so far
wild eyes and a blonde goatee
but nobody looks for that
lightning from the fingers is where it's at
back for the second time
the center of attention deficit
while the terrorist fiend gets away with it
making and taking hits
faking lists
eating bagels and watermelon
the worst one yet
6/30
Backwards transit for sideways people
unseasonally pleasant summer days
crowds melt in the melting pot that is
suburban sprawl dripping from capitol city
consistently improving everywhere but within
the pertinent punch of the populous presides
don't worry about giving me the wrong idea
my head is already full of those
the foot of the colossus stomps with unrivaled fervor
jaded to relaxation the sound deafens
steaming furiousity singes the sides
from the west to the east and back again
the realness alarm needs new batteries
old friends and new foes join forces
to ensure that nothing ever really changes
the fares aren't fair
hiked without care
the hikers do what they do regardless of the air
tomorrow always knows what today has yet to uncover
yesterday's secrets have expired
it sure is foggy at the bottom
just as it's cloudy on top
if there even is a middle, the smoke is too thick to see through
at least the blind can still breathe
“call you tonight, honey, train's leaving,” said the double agent
unseasonally pleasant summer days
crowds melt in the melting pot that is
suburban sprawl dripping from capitol city
consistently improving everywhere but within
the pertinent punch of the populous presides
don't worry about giving me the wrong idea
my head is already full of those
the foot of the colossus stomps with unrivaled fervor
jaded to relaxation the sound deafens
steaming furiousity singes the sides
from the west to the east and back again
the realness alarm needs new batteries
old friends and new foes join forces
to ensure that nothing ever really changes
the fares aren't fair
hiked without care
the hikers do what they do regardless of the air
tomorrow always knows what today has yet to uncover
yesterday's secrets have expired
it sure is foggy at the bottom
just as it's cloudy on top
if there even is a middle, the smoke is too thick to see through
at least the blind can still breathe
“call you tonight, honey, train's leaving,” said the double agent
7/10 8:30am
Who brought the fog machine?
The smoke is already too thick
no one is really sure whats happening here
or are they?
Beats me. I'm good though
having reached the realization that I don't need anything
food? Sleep? Affection?
I'll pass.
It's not that I don't care (or maybe it is)
appleseeds were cast, but there was no apple tree
only knowledge of good evil
an ambivalence unmatched
but I'm not hungry
The smoke is already too thick
no one is really sure whats happening here
or are they?
Beats me. I'm good though
having reached the realization that I don't need anything
food? Sleep? Affection?
I'll pass.
It's not that I don't care (or maybe it is)
appleseeds were cast, but there was no apple tree
only knowledge of good evil
an ambivalence unmatched
but I'm not hungry
Also sometime in June
New days smell reminiscent of before
times of dismay drenched in smiles of mimes
scarlet tastes of faulty faces wither given the necessary time
fragile mainframe just past the door
balancing everything sometimes will break a string
numbers don't count they just come back for more
faces adored don't cease to get bored
but the thing that still rings always sings sometimes rhymes
its wings are invisible most of the time
the core chimes and forms lines
of fine ore times four
times of dismay drenched in smiles of mimes
scarlet tastes of faulty faces wither given the necessary time
fragile mainframe just past the door
balancing everything sometimes will break a string
numbers don't count they just come back for more
faces adored don't cease to get bored
but the thing that still rings always sings sometimes rhymes
its wings are invisible most of the time
the core chimes and forms lines
of fine ore times four
Sometime in June
Sleep paralysis
freezes analysis
internal organs tied in knots
wishful drinking
to stop from thinking
about why I'm here and you're not
gravity stalls
at the top of waterfalls
I think I heard a shot
it didn't go in
I'll never win
until new iron is wrought
ridin' high on the 605
feelings never caught
or even contained within the brain
despite the amount of thought
all the gray matter on the same platter
gets madder when rain splatters
provokes clatter and chokes laughter
hereafter
freezes analysis
internal organs tied in knots
wishful drinking
to stop from thinking
about why I'm here and you're not
gravity stalls
at the top of waterfalls
I think I heard a shot
it didn't go in
I'll never win
until new iron is wrought
ridin' high on the 605
feelings never caught
or even contained within the brain
despite the amount of thought
all the gray matter on the same platter
gets madder when rain splatters
provokes clatter and chokes laughter
hereafter
7/5 I think
Ain't got no bushes to beat
my cold drinks cushion the feet
stretchin time just passing the heat
gotta lotta nada nice fresh nothing
just keep on with whatever you started
senseless though it seems
vitamin deficient and broken hearted
or something in your dreams
lucid themes suspended indefinitely
montreal's well that ends eventually
it's hard to predict the next move
fueled by entropy
my cold drinks cushion the feet
stretchin time just passing the heat
gotta lotta nada nice fresh nothing
just keep on with whatever you started
senseless though it seems
vitamin deficient and broken hearted
or something in your dreams
lucid themes suspended indefinitely
montreal's well that ends eventually
it's hard to predict the next move
fueled by entropy
7/4 or 5
Don't apologize for anything
Life is a quest through a strange land where you have 8000 maps but only one of them is accurate and you don't know which one so you don't use any of them
the journey overwhelms
when the clock runs out of batteries
time melts into a pool of mercury
I apologize for everything
Life is a quest through a strange land where you have 8000 maps but only one of them is accurate and you don't know which one so you don't use any of them
the journey overwhelms
when the clock runs out of batteries
time melts into a pool of mercury
I apologize for everything
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