Saturday, October 1, 2011

Love on the Rocks (Ain't no Big Surprise)

you, becoming
a lot like your father
me telling you, i cannot live with your father
us discussing nature monogamy physicality and making
changes
me, unable to find you two days later
or the next day,
or the next,
or the next,
or the next,
or the next,
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or the next,
and eventually i
stop trying

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

if someone was in a coma for four years and you told them they only slept for an hour, then, to them, that time never happened.


time doesn't even exist. It's a man made invention and it only exists as it is interpreted by people.

or time does exist but our method of telling time is man made

time dialation occurs because sound is a wave, effected by the speed of an object.

and also I love you

Monday, August 1, 2011

trop tôt dissoute dans les étoiles
comme si l'univers avait plus à voir ......

Friday, July 29, 2011

appreciate higher and lower scream/connect  with God/Jesus Christ if you feel like it./its a game! /right up your alley/ pure sugar combined with engrossing cliches
Really nice piece on me from Beach Sloth

Who Is Einstein (digit ratio, finger length | independent thinker)

All = the reality of time curving upon an Indiana tween who overcame Asperberger's

Astronomers + hope = Einstein once switched places with his chauffeur

The idea \"time in the world of wine + Benjamin Franklin = 2% of people"

Home → Elementary Einstein → Special relativity → Who has the Fish? Einstein. 

*Einstein has the fish.

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

life is too short to be any longer

the stage
a knocked down beehived soul-jazz diva with a heart that pumps diesel
10x more popular than a terrorist attack
140 Trillion Times substances and demons
a heroin cheezbrgr with a before & after picture crawling from table to table,
erratic booing and public behavior,
and a severe fan of 27 arrests.
Like Frank, she had a beautiful buzz and practicably drank the sky.
Dropping the mic

Amy Winehouse is dead in Camden.

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

it's a wonder that we survive the day

this is a ballad
this is a wet face
now this is a window
this is an area rug
this is a map
this is how disappointment feels
this is the smell of burning blacktop
the understanding of wall street trading
now microwave soba

this is a deadline
this, the sound of hornets
this is cold feet
now this is gridlock
again disappointment
this is a car loan
this is a crepe myrtle
those are poofy clouds

this is the sound of keys
this is a pregnancy test
this is a dream about Peter Tosh beating your ass
this is a diagnosis
this is how it feels to try not to wake someone at 6am
those are the shoes you just had to have
this is your best friend
this is reblogged

this is a stranger in a familiar place
the smell of hand sanitizer
this is how you picture me
this part is vague
this is near the end
those were someone's children
this is the thing you just know you forgot
followed by nothing

    Thursday, June 30, 2011

    the shade (and the ease of the watchmaker)

    tho they are quite loose

    leeches are quite fond of sleeping in teacups
    so she slipped them into her hands, then pockets
    then her eyes


    fell

    picky enough to worry,
    sometimes we stare out the window as quiet as Buddha taking everything


    in

    and unable to be torn from their hold.

    Monday, June 13, 2011

    Subject: hot! Weiner

    con gress [n. kong-gris]— n
    1. a meeting or conference, esp of representatives of a number of sovereign states
    2. a national legislative assembly
    3. a society or association
    4. sexual intercourse

    there is a picture
    a picture of a man
    he is a man of congress, a “congress man”

    there are pictures on a mantle
    behind the man in the picture
    the first picture is a woman

    this picture is his wife
    she is leaning over a wooden barrel
    in a studio with her hands folded under her chin

    this picture feels betrayed
    this picture is ashamed and embarrassed
    this picture cannot believe what the picture of the man has done to their lives

    the next picture is of a man
    he is a man of precedent, a former “president”
    this picture is shaking the hand of the man of congress

    this picture feels the man’s pain
    this picture understands the shame, regret and disappointment
    that will alter the other picture, he hears the snickers

    these pictures are framed

    the man in the picture is holding a card
    on the card the word “me” is written in black Sharpie
    the card feels nothing

    The Entire History of All AXE Commercials

    bros!
    s’fact that the sense memory
    in which we have been characterized
    to drench ourselves in body offenses and
    branding strategies,
    as we are trying to fill these dopes with Country Crock
    and AXE body spray, providing
    both “fetid, sugared-and-vague feelings of regret and manure/hamburger scents”
    CLEAN YOUR BALLS & RAISE YOUR MOUTHHOLE
    in a TV-addled-party call to musk-fried trough-style virtual mating girls!
    it’s the top of the 9th inning for the nation’s date-rapists
    & you’on deck son!

    Saturday, May 28, 2011

    Mmm...Love Poetry

    mmm mmm mmm...
    love poetry, where weak, abandoned women
    are often described dragons because they are symbols of looking for some ice cream but Hubby already ate it!
    So much love to give. So forgivably irritating, their spirit kept alive,
    used to accompany chants, songs and stories
    charming enough to make me frank hatch, w/ peter
    What's greater than songs and stories? Nothing, my friend
    two with guitars and one with a zither, everyone loves it."
    Everything here makes me happy and sick, keep things the way they are.

    First I was like: mmm.. plasmas.. boring.... and
    then I was like.. plas. .....
    I hesitate to judge if you're a Loser in Love.”
    BUT IT COULD MEAN LOVE
    BECAUSE WHEN PEOPLE KISS THERE HEADS BECOME A HEART!
    That's what you call a sticky American over a pounding beat
    It is my birthday most of the time and I'm amazed and feel so blessed that I Wanna dig the scene.
    'dorky' with love because it's the best feeling
     in the whole world and eeeeee!
    Merely mmm?
    mmm mmm mmm...
    mmm mmm mmm mmmm...Toasty

    Thursday, May 26, 2011

    To My Parents, Dave & Carol , For Always Teaching Me That I Can Do Anything

    eating the extra glow
    in a dimly lit dining room
    a handprint in the foreground
    forehead against the window
    the cool glass against my skin
    hearing Pachelbel's Canon played in E
    and written in neon
    scared of messing something up
    and having no idea
    what that something could be
    nor it's colour
    or width

    Wednesday, May 11, 2011

    An Excerpt From Dining on Humans


    ...covered in clouds of honey and very slow growing,
    pairs of male and female gather in early summer when fully ripe,

    widely cultivated for their red flesh, thick sweet-flavored skin enveloped in white blooms in the stars

    they live in symbiosis with the horizon (the mountain being wrapped in fog)

    The tongue warns us :
    They may just be blobs of our imaginations

    Thursday, May 5, 2011

    Novena of Our Lady Like Some of Houston

     (Mother of God), Queen Mother,
    Madonna like some of Houston
     shrine to the noble small suburban Queen of Peace
    who have created a first round playoff series 
    to reconnect with the homeland 
    right across the street from Dizzy-Dick
    brought to you by your local God-Queen-Empress-of-the-Universe
    God, Queen and country! Never Satan President Republic!
    To Mary and all the family,
    all the Apostles and all the wonderful staff
    I humbly beseech you with words and style,
    which are drastically needed.
    where can i get help paying my bills?

    His Name Speared on Tiny Swords

    To what green altar, O
    papaya, pineapple
    in Red Light District
    I obey the
    Palm Road. I remember

    the prayers he must say to
    raisin-light, and mixed in
    little piles of scrap
    huge wads of cash
    of this poor sacrifice

    uttered by the Roman
    people trying to prove
    small wads of tissue
    Medicine men
    a virgin and a faggot

    leaning against a pole,
    What these represent are
    the Israelites
    One of my best
    within them the more room

    I cannot wait until
    when Jesus touched his ear
    at the Organic
    MORBID ANGEL
    (elder brother of Mose)

    To those who are familiar
    He takes 22000
    Before that time, priests
    sliding my hand
    tie threads around a banyan

    Priest of the holy lord
    Long live the priest! His name
    speared on tiny swords
    and yes in flames
    up in mysterious bags
    Today I will wear nothing,
    I woke up this farewell, thrown into mourning a jet-set lifestyle,
    in London to American, kind of a blind spot for me.
    Such sad news to wake up And I am telling myself
    surrounded stormy personal life,
    with her beautiful heart failure and international sex,
    it seemed like she was always dying.
    6 weeks in the care of her,
    one of the 20th Century's only friend horrible!!!!!!!!!!
    To me she is the epitome of
    everyone from Rock Hudson
    Reports say she died horrified at your lack of respect
    confirmed she died
    is dead
    dead by foufou
    dead on facebook
    oh no, this is sad!! Zsa Zsa Gabor was watching
    her White Diamond is no more! She has ceased to be!
    failure at the age of 79. Seventy-nine. Seventy-nine!
    Elizabeth Taylor Is Dead!