July 5th, 2012 at 10:28PM
Now I am quietly waiting for
the catastrophe of my personality
to seem beautiful again,
and interesting, and modern. — Frank O’Hara
July 5th, 2012 at 10:22PM

The Blackout

I’ve grown
accustomed
to creating
new habits.

Going through
withdrawal,
all I can do
is sit
and brew
how
I miss
the noise
at a
volume.

I love
watching the
wealth
sweat
the same.

But
when it’s back

All I can do
is hate
the way
I’m at
the same
constant
habit of
perpetual
motion.

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June 27th, 2012 at 10:40PM
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June 27th, 2012 at 9:14PM

The Last Dollar I’ll Ever Make

The light
of morning
has me
on spot
and already
I am done
with any
attempt
at progress.

It only
leads
to wanting
more
and having
lessons;
followed
up with
more confessions
of endless nights
of dropped dresses

Paid for
with
quarters
dollars
and a sense
of emotional expression.

#Poem#Poetry
March 9th, 2012 at 9:30PM
A fish swims through the sea,
while the sea is in a certain sense
contained within the fish!
Ah, what am I to think
of what the writing of a thousand lifetimes
could not explain
if all the forest trees were pens
and all the oceans ink? — mewithoutYou (saw them last night at Rumba Cafe…great show)
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February 22nd, 2012 at 7:27PM
So brother, raise another pint
Rev up the engine and drive off in the night
See you somewhere, some place, some time — Murder By Death
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February 22nd, 2012 at 3:09PM

Inheritance

Collect
your baskets
to hide
collections
of artifacts.
The fact is
art is
colonized
to the container.
The contained
are living
content
in a contradiction
of simplicity.

4 notes #poetry#poem
February 17th, 2012 at 10:54AM

Limited Features

Power
sweeps
in the current
to a destination
of progress.
Bringing the light
and the waste
to err on the sight
of prime-time
Television.
Now relax
and enjoy
the show
that modern man
has anticipated
in an attempt
to overcome
the tales
of gods.

#poem#poetry
February 14th, 2012 at 3:22PM

“At Least Act Like You Like It”

Tonight we’re under covers.
Behind the disguise of star-crossed lovers.  
 
So Cross my heart and feed me lines.
Use the directorial vision in your eyes.

Maybe this acting will start to get better.
 
Now we stand on a tiny side stage.
The curtain calls are pointing at my extended age.

But I’ve forgotten all my single one lines.

(And  the audience is losing all interest

in this story

for the millionth time.)


So Cross my heart and feed me lines
I could use some direction from your side.

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February 8th, 2012 at 8:13PM