Sunday, December 31, 2006

nye

Wednesday, December 27, 2006

Air

Upon the first wake up,
Get up,
head outside,
to the crisp meeting
of air on flesh.

And I smile
Realizing
This simulation is real.

Tuesday, December 26, 2006

inked

Friday, December 22, 2006

2012

strange how a day
that begins with coffee
can end with robots
destroying the world.

Thursday, December 21, 2006

Looking up

Wednesday, December 20, 2006

7:18 p.m.

so much time
in this space
you can
almost
feel them
both collapsing
into a single moment

Tuesday, December 19, 2006

The Secret Machines

Monday, December 18, 2006

Viewed from my couch through the old oak tree

Sun slips
on trees leaves
and falls behind
another day

Sunday, December 17, 2006

Movement

His hand moved down
her shoulder.

Running the path along
her breast

brushing her arm

seeing her flesh.

With a gasp,
he blushed.

Friday, December 15, 2006

set and setting

Thursday, December 14, 2006

Mine

A thousand years from now
our small metal children
buried so carefully,
will leap out of the ground,
and say hello
(goodbye)
to the future.

Wednesday, December 13, 2006

exaggerated cold front

Monday, December 11, 2006

Maybe not mature,
but the only thing that came to mind.

Strange music makes my chest tingle
and I
imagine somewhere outside,
people are awaiting to accost me.
Maybe I’m at fault
maybe I’m to blame,
no one has the right to say.
But for this moment,
hiding in the bathroom seems the safest thing to do.

Friday, December 08, 2006

Thursday, December 07, 2006

Headache

Brain dump.
The largest natural
depository in the world*
always at my disposal.
And located just above my shoulders
and right below my cushion of hair.

Sometimes,
the sting sets in
and I’m forced to,
every so often,
Release the hatch!

Witness contents flowing out,
sounds never heard,
sights never, ever seen…
Clear pointless nothings
paraded in my face,
saved for too long,
collecting a painful film of dust.
Empty once again
my head no longer aches.




*depending on your definition of largest, or natural, or depository.

Wednesday, December 06, 2006

nola band

Tuesday, December 05, 2006

What’ll this get you?

Some pocket change
A guitar pick
And a little lint.

Fist opened
Leads to clinking metals,
falling faces,
landing with a
tink
tink…

hand snatches,
27 cents.

Monday, December 04, 2006

lost

If today should be the first time that it happens,
then it only stands to reason there’d be nothing to compare it to.

Random quantum fluctuations
keeping me on my toes,
waiting for our universe
to crash into its brother.

Or for that sun,
which I adore so much from a distance,
to come in for a closer look
and melt away my house,
not to mention my flesh.

Friday, December 01, 2006

Heavy eyelids sting like needles

Popping sleep
like junkies
nap on pills,
shivering
from withdrawals at 10 a.m.,
the effects are wearing off
and I just don’t dream anymore.

Time to stock up.
Hibernate.
Overdose.
Fall out on numbness.

Do not disturb…
I will awake buzzed.

Until then, let me be.