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2011-11-05T11:13:00.000-07:00

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Blue Pearl

2011-10-16T09:36:00.000-07:00

this air reminds me of you

cool
crisp
sharp to the touch

last night
one hundred
dreams crossed
my eyes

dreams of all
the others

dreams of you
tattoo'd on my soul

the wind howling
vampires
and
prayers

in another place
we could let
all this go

in another place
this harsh chill
would be a warm
fire inside your
heart

i lay awake

and

wonder if you are
out there somewhere

End Over End

2011-10-08T06:34:00.000-07:00

the bathroom smells of
cigarette smoke

the haze of cold cement
still washing over the
fog of sight

deep brown promises
strewn about the thoughts
of morning dew

twisting country roads
and the horror of what
loneliness is to the
lost

electric illumination
of a day without you

the day you never
made it home

and

all these times
you said
you were sorry

Vague Wander Crush

2011-10-04T15:03:00.000-07:00

the silence of these walls certainly isn't a compliment to my disorientation. i wanted to write to you. there are these times when you come into my mind , so strong , so unexpected , and so full of everything i have always wanted. you have have done this to me for as long as i can remember.
we were like iron willed prize fighters . always willing to take the beating , pay the due , and never ask too many questions. to this day , because of you , i still feel invisible , untouchable , and ....safe. it doesn't matter what happens all around us , we are always one and our blood , sweat , pain , victory , and salvation are the things of legend no one will ever know about. this will always be just between you and i , and even if we could tell someone...they just wouldn't believe it or understand.
last night was one of those times you carried me , just like when we were kids. just like when we were learning to become these warriors made of nothing but muscle and bone. just like when everyone wrote us off , ignored us , belittled us , and crsuhed our self esteem. as dead and cold as you seem to me , we are alive and brimming with all these things we always have been. we are anarchy , honesty , faith , hardship , consequence , humility , and desire. we are the breath on the lips of drive and passion. as many times as you have left me alone out to sea with cold wind and emptiness , you still have never once lied. those nights staring at the ceiling wondering...you were still a friend . still a part of me. i just wanted you to know i have never forgotten.

Middle Something

2011-10-02T06:26:00.000-07:00

from across the dry expanse
and
through dreams wild

brimming with life
in
the hints and overt
suggestions of demise

your glance from across the
bar /
whiskey fire in the
air

is this where i come to
life ?

is this what we waited
for ?

vanish back into the foothills
and
fall apart back in the
crest of
shadows

Leaf

2011-09-03T05:26:00.000-07:00

quiver inside the breeze
with sweat on your brow
and the ashes of midnight
strewn inside your mind

time passes and the decay
remains

speak to the seasons
speak to the brutality
of truth

these nights shred you
and
every dream is a shadow
that simplistic memory washes
to the caverns of altruism

re-invention is the hand grenade
of your ego

and

as the streets
begin to freeze the definition
of your mistakes will seem as
soft Little blessings brought
forth to be little kisses of
sympathy

lock your door and turn out the
light

You're So Lame

2011-09-03T05:14:00.000-07:00

lean against loneliness /
put your back into it

the sights are the sounds
and the memories that were
lost in the hum of crickets
singing violent hymns all
through the moisture of
moonlight

a touch against your cheek
the hand on your strong back
and
a million miles left to
travel

what are you going to say ?

what are you going to be today ?

i have counted every single day
since that one simple...

gunshot

I Still Smoke Cigarettes In My Dreams

2011-05-10T19:03:00.000-07:00

some days i can't get
you free from my
thoughts

i remember the way you smelled

the lilacs in your
eyes
the freedom from your
lips

i remember the pitch of
your driveway
and
the green of your front
lawn

that summer changed
everything

if i knew where your
family laid you
to rest

i would visit your

grave

Side Door

2010-09-14T07:51:00.000-07:00

i crawl through the attic
and
torment the thoughts
of some divine
peace

my heart races
my eyes sharp

i will bring
the fight to
you
knowing

all to well

the consequence
should i not do
precisely that

a million
little
nightmares
couldn't be
wrong

i am
wide
awake
and
thinking
of going
for a
ride

ghosts
don't
drive
cars

Learning more and more about less and less

2010-09-06T14:00:00.000-07:00

Sing For The Sunday Morning.....

2010-09-05T07:58:00.000-07:00

i thought i caught you
in the room
the other night

your hair twisting
long
and
uneven
locks
around the door handle

i chased you
for miles
through
these
dreams

calling your name
and
loving you
more
and
more
with every little labored
breath

we held hands
and
watched the
cool autumn
water
wash up along the
coastline

and
then
we
ever so gently

vanished

into a life
worth living

Beige

2010-08-31T07:21:00.000-07:00

i want to be thin
and
transparent

a ghost roaming in your
memory

the warm ocean breeze
is the tranquility
brushing your soft
hair from your
shoulder

these days are
counted
with grace
to a toll
of calm
and respective
peace

i am sure
the war
will
soon
find us
both
and
the humming
train
will again
roar on the tracks

i feel so at
home out there

and

i don't

miss you at all

Soft Smoke Desire

2010-08-21T17:32:00.000-07:00

It is hot in here

Quiet
still
surreal

My thoughts move
in rogue persuasion
and
I inventory the
years that have
passed

Tonight is that night
I dwell in combat

Me vs my own emotions
and
the contempt for so
much of what we
call
sanity

I know the run of
the river

The dew damp
on the bottoms
of our feet

moist between our
toes
and
laughter
drowning sorrow

"Don't do what you want. Do what you don't want. Do what you're trained not to want. Do the things that scare you the most."- Chuck Palahniuk

2010-08-18T05:50:00.000-07:00

English Muffin Midnight

2010-08-17T19:57:00.000-07:00

i had wanted to take my clothing off

decontaminate
the
pollution

and

taste the crisp of
pollen tingling
in my senses

i won today
for certainly
we are at war

i am writing
to you from
blue sky
and
memory

memory of what it
had
been like
to live without
preservatives , malice ,
and salt water unsafe
for
swimming

i feel you
in every little thing
i do
and
i just wanted to remind
myself
that

i was still here

"The hope of a secure and livable world lies with disciplined nonconformists who are dedicated to justice, peace, and brotherhood." MLK

2010-07-27T11:23:00.001-07:00

If You Were Rich

2010-07-07T08:53:00.000-07:00

i woke and went out into the
world
without you
without myself
without armor
and without

a weapon

the sun
shined
and
burned
and
taught
lessons
to those who

lacked respect

the salt in the air
became our
skin
and twisted our hair
into knots strong
enough
to

withstand time

the way the moonlight
reflected in your eyes
with warm ocean air to
forgive the day
and
speak so many

truths of freedom

i don't miss you
as much as
i thought i
would ,
but i sure
still

see the scars

Breakfast Alone On The Beach

2010-06-26T06:57:00.000-07:00

my eyes wander through the street
looking for something we both know
is not there

i want to absorb the last
years of this pain
and
take you far
from here

i want us to drive
faster

your veins sing
songs for our
medicine
though your soul
will always feel
the pain

when i wrap my arms
around you to lift
you
i feel our souls
touch
and i feel you leave
this life

i want us to
drive faster

tonight
i am going to walk
around the city
by myself for a while

i won't ever
forget about
you

* * * *

2010-06-23T16:01:00.001-07:00

"Strength is leading when you just don't want to. You're leading by example. That's what we do. Particularly when it's really , really hard , and it hurts inside. "
~General Stanley McChrystal

Shine Like People Who Are Not Your Friend

2010-06-22T19:18:00.001-07:00

I want to walk for one hundred miles tonight. Take the sorrow off my skin and sing outside each little footstep . Twenty paces inside your eyes and I remember all this like it was just last night. I have so many things to tell you. There are so many places we should see and talk about. I want to know what you think. I want to know how you see it. I believe so deeply in you and everything you do. I just want to walk for one hundred miles tonight . Someday I hope I find the right words to tell you about that. The right ones to tell you about every little thing.

the streets whisper your name while you think about tomorrow

2010-06-14T11:27:00.000-07:00

everything a million lifetimes in that single moment

2010-06-07T17:08:00.000-07:00

pay the piper

the sinoatrial node receives blood from the right coronary artery

2010-06-06T09:44:00.000-07:00

i dream a lot

2010-06-04T17:47:00.000-07:00

Repainting August

2010-06-03T08:37:00.000-07:00

Veins swollen and memories to shift in and out like hungry seagulls squawking behind a dumpster. Thinking of all the little times I died inside myself counting floor tiles until the moment could pass. All the first days of school Anarchy was electrically branching out from my heart. All the Mothers love you will take to the grave and still invisibility seems so apparent in the moons full and ever watchful eyes. This is what I have to share with you. This is how I have come to protect you. My skin is cold to the touch and i am everywhere. I think that this day is forever now.

Before The Blessed

2010-05-02T12:36:00.000-07:00

my eyes glazed over
and
time standing still

i am the
SILENCE
in the screams of family members
embracing one and other just an earshot
away
on the front porch

it is warm
and
humid
and
i can hear the rustle
of a gentle breeze
blowing in through the open
front window

the carpet is soft
and my hands are shaking

i am sharp
and alive in this
moment

while

an era ends today

this was a
brother
a father
a son
a grandfather
and
probably
a good man

we do what we
can
and that
has to be good enough

I am sorry

I always will be

For Your Trouble.....

2010-05-02T11:13:00.000-07:00

Posture Of The Pasture

2010-03-02T09:16:00.000-08:00

we fled the suburbs
as wolves
out of
livestock corals
and
moved south
with good intent

the city smiles at
us
and hones our
acuity
for the art
and
its
mediums
stolen from
years ago

under her winged
canopy
we breathe
we weep
we bleed
and
we

count our blessings

there are no lies
here
and if you try to
hide ....
the zombies
will smell you
from miles away

everything
in its proper
little place
telling stories
and reminding us
to

keep living

Love is the
steam from beneath
the
sewer caps
dulling the sound
of poverty
and hardship

Swollen In Silk

2010-02-28T06:50:00.001-08:00

smooth muscle
contracts
and
glistens
softly
in summers
silhouette

i can not
take back the
bite of infection
and
love
shall be no
antidote
to the venom of
this
time

i recall each of
your faces
and she
tells me
i speak of them
in my sleep

I feel pale ,
sullen ,
and
very much
another rhythm
flowing in the
cracks of
the street

my eyes glaze over
in
neon city light
and reflections of
the ghosts
in the window pane

she pours another
cup of coffee
and
I wonder if

i will ever go home

I Only Read This For The Pictures

2010-02-24T17:19:00.000-08:00

Time Machine (Person Place Or Thing)

2010-01-24T19:03:00.000-08:00

Foxglove

2010-01-22T20:52:00.000-08:00

the breeze blows
gentle and soft
with her
whisper
in the
lilacs of
soft spring
memories.

love had to
have been
a
wash of strawberries
and finely chilled water pressed
against skin ;
sweating of regret
and
finding resolve
under the shade
of simple promise.

oh
to shed
sorrow
and bathe in
the warmth of your
embrace.....

you were
never
so far
from home ;
not even
in the coldest
of nights laying on the
hard
floor.

All around
you
are things I
fear your
eyes
will never see.

I was just
like you.

Outside Empty

2009-12-17T17:08:00.000-08:00

Tonight has dark
hollow eyes
staring through my
skin

I wish I could be
out here until
daylight washes
away the bad dreams
and blood on our boots

I am merely
counting sheep
until frozen sunshine sweeps
north from the
city

You have to
count on something

There has to
be loyalty buried
somewhere
under these
salt covered
streets

Loneliness is
the grasp of insanities
indulgence in
the blaring of
ambulance
sirens
and burnt
out
street lights

I wish this
cup of
coffee
could last
my whole life

It helps me to forget
how much I still

love you

Time Machine (Person Place Or Thing)

2009-10-27T18:50:00.000-07:00

Abe

2009-10-26T09:32:00.000-07:00

"If I were to try to read, much less answer, all the attacks made on me, this shop might as well be closed for any other business. I do the very best I know how - the very best I can; and I mean to keep doing so until the end. If the end brings me out all right, what's said against me won't amount to anything. If the end brings me out wrong, ten angels swearing I was right would make no difference."

-The Inner Life of Abraham Lincoln: Six Months at the White House by Francis B. Carpenter (Lincoln, Nebraska, University of Nebraska Press, 1995), pp. 258-259.

Primum Non Nocere

2009-09-15T19:27:00.000-07:00

I woke up and the sun raised across my worn skin like a king , or a queen , or a new dimension of wealth and understanding. A small little something is correct in the simple thought that yesterday is gone , as are the tear tracks on your cheek. I am a stone being refined by the rivers violent current. My colors and vibrancy shall no longer be ignored and a love , an honest love , is on the breast of knowledge basted in experience . These streets are my home. I am invisible and I am everywhere. I will never leave your side.

Hospice

2009-08-26T12:48:00.000-07:00

i have a splinter in my finger

she forgets what the sunshine looked like

each breath
is
a
war

days go by and
her eyes don't open

her organs swell
and
morphine
is passed
in hopes

that

the pain will be
somewhat
dulled

family comes
to
visit
and they talk about
how beautiful
she used to be

they talk about
when she was able
to talk

they talk about being children

and

when she

was healthy

by the time i meet them
they don't
have many
tears
left
to cry

by the time
i meet them

i have a splinter in my finger

and
she will soon

be gone

Huron And The Hunger

2009-03-31T11:13:00.000-07:00

the people were lined up around the block. i've never been in that place , but i know a lot the homeless around that neighborhood stay there. i see a lot of fucked up looking people chillin' outside the place everyday , though i suppose i most likely am the "fucked up" one. a woman and her young son caught my eye , as they stepped off the bus and got in line for the shelter. i studied them for a few minutes. there clothing was clean and they looked well kept. no apparent monkey on her back and little boy clutching Mommy's hand like tomorrow might never come. how does it feel to be seven years old and lose your home . your toys , your friends , and have to wonder if you are going to get to eat that night ? i thought about them endlessly that night. she was pretty , young , and still so full of life. i thought about her son's father and all the terrible shit that could have happened. i thought about how hard it must be to lay your son down to rest in a fucking homeless shelter amidst this rotting and god awful city. i thought about how many others just like her there are in my America. My America.
current projections show the homeless population at around 3.5 million people in The United States with 1.4 million of those to be children. in light of the current state of economy and all the glories Captain George Shrub belay upon us this number is at high risk of growing exponentially.
i am growing tired of the shit i am seeing. i close my eyes and i see the little boys dark brown eyes looking at me. i am done watching him starve. i am done with these fuckers in expensive suits taking long lunches and going home early. i am skipping my lunch , sharing with those that are in need , and working as hard as i can. maybe the middle class has been deleted , i don't really know . but i sure as fuck know where the working class is and what is on our minds.

it is time for the change we have been promised and there isn't time to wait anymore.

fight back.

please.

Coffee And Carrots

2009-03-24T10:31:00.000-07:00

Last night was nice

Lonely
and
Broken

Clouds dancing like swabs of
cotton
raining over my eyelids

Fine music with
clean city air
washing my
thoughts
and
setting my
knowledge

free

A warm breeze rustles
through the field and
sets the spores
to drift amidst the
forgotten kindness
of your hand

It is difficult to breath
and
my head is
pounding

Understanding
was a friendship
buried beneath

the sea

My Farts Reek

2009-03-13T14:07:00.000-07:00

i am waiting for the sun to set. once it is dark i am going to stretch out all my muscle's and do some push ups on the side of our rig. it is nice now because the ground isn't covered in ice and snow. we have been sitting for a couple hours with nothing going on and this is the part of the job i struggle with. i like taking point. i like sweating. i like being alone in the jungle , nervous , hungry , alert , and viscous. i want to be on the grind , fighting with all i have. anything else is un-fufilling to me. a vast majority of my colleague's get agitated when we are swamped in calls. they much prefer to get paid for watching their asses expand and stomachs swell. to be honest , a lot of these people are a fucking joke to me. they are spoiled in convenience and content to be stagnate. to each their own , but stay the fuck out of my way.
it is friday night and i am hoping we can get into some shit. i know that might interfere with my partners endless viewing of youtube videos , (see beer pong footage set to music) but i just want to do some work. friday nights have always been my favorite out here. there is something special about watching the sunset and preparing for battle , as the majority of the populace begins to unwind and forget about their 9-5 grinds. i am always so damn grateful to be out here. three days ago marked my one year anniversary out here on the street. a fair amount of time has gone by quickly. being on the road is like that... the twelve and fourteen hour days just turn into years gone by like forgotten summers drenched in childhood and fresh lake air. i can no longer imagine doing much else than being out here in one capacity or another..... invisible and waiting to serve and help you only when absolutely necessary.
for the first time in about seventeen years i have not smoked a cigarette in almost five full days now , and i do not plan on doing so ever again. i finally divorced the fucking cigarettes. i feel strong , healthy , and .....
ready.
i want as much as i can get and i want it right now.
bring the shit.
i want it to hurt.

Sometime In The Sunshine

2009-03-03T18:31:00.000-08:00

perhaps tonight i will go home

home

the place where i will go and take
this dirty uniform off

the place with the wine i have
tucked away in my closet

uncork it
and set my thoughts free
while i listen to fine music

bob marley
and maybe
slayer
too

fucking slayer

i won't think about
too much of today

i won't think about the
eight year old

with

a brain tumor
that
i worked with
today

his endless vomiting and headache

i won't think about his
mothers

eyes

or

the tears she
fought back

i won't think about the
broken Spanish i tried my
hardest to speak
and
understand

i won't think about the fact
that
i should be better than
i am

i'm sorry
i am getting out of work pretty soon
and
i'm tired

it isn't that
i don't love you

i do

i just need to stop
thinking about you
for tonight

i just want to think about...

something else

Sanctuary Of Angels

2009-02-17T08:19:00.000-08:00

Baby Crawfish

2009-02-11T11:39:00.000-08:00

clear calculated raindrops fall gently through
warm,
freshly
laundered sheets of desolate air

thoughts scatter across memories
of
vibrant green grass
built like napalm
in a
jungle
of yesterday

sorrow is a pill to be taken wisely
and
with control

the aperture's of
desire
expand like
worn denim caressing
a locket worn
for all the ages

spread me out and unravel each
dried layer
looking closely just beneath
unforgiving sunlight

the warmth of the morning is
impervious to the terror of
last night
and
all these horror's we
try so hard to forget

Almost all the ice has melted away now

Time Machine (Person Place Or Thing)

2009-02-01T16:11:00.000-08:00

Six Gun Sideways

2009-01-17T18:40:00.000-08:00

i turned to the side
and
you weren't there

sheets soaked in
sweat
and
salt stains all about on the floor

i wonder if
you
were ever

in love before

not many days left
you could count them on your
calender

once so strong

now just a
suit
of this skin
and weak bones

nothing but
nothingness

every stimuli
a simple reminder
of
the remainder

nothing ever
stops the pain

the cancer just
kills him slowly

and
it
takes a little
part of me
too

i wrote the fucking
report as fast
as i could

so we would have
time to talk

i thought that was
important

i thought it
might mean
something

i tried my hardest...

not to cry.

Table For Two

2009-01-06T17:19:00.000-08:00

i was thinking about spring time.

the warm sun glimmering on your
cheek
and the
morning dew
glistening in the
fresh green
grass.

breakfast out on the patio
watching
the traffic pass
us by.

my reflection shining back at you
in just a perfectly
warm
cup of coffee on
a nice little saucer
with a

spoon.

your soft skin and
a
subtle wind with
thousands
of stories
ever so gently
blowing in.

days spent
lost
in freshly
laundered
sheets and laughter
amidst all noise of
this
world.

friendship is
the most
wealth i
have
ever known.

i have been in love with you
since

the moment we met.

Before Tomorrow

2009-01-03T07:48:00.000-08:00

the radio chatter burns into my mind
as
i try to sit still
and
think about everything.

i feel worn , tired , cold
and
very ready.

i have to be out here for them ,
waiting ,
and waiting ,
for the worst of it.

they call out a unit number close to ours
and i
flinch.

we are holding up a post just on the
outskirt of some thrashed and
forgotten
neighborhood.
the sky is perfectly blue today
and i haven't seen it look this way
in
quite some time.

i recall when i used to feel nervous
at times like this. i remember when this
meant a little more.

yesterday when we lifted her cold body off
the frozen lake
and
onto our stretcher ,
i was thinking about the ocean.
i was thinking about smoking a cigarette watching the
tide come in.

then....
i began to wonder if she had ever seen the ocean.
i began to wonder what she thought about
just before
she

slit her wrists.

Slow Motion

2008-11-08T18:38:00.001-08:00

I carried her down the stairs

Her
soft
long
black hair
tickled my face

Her limp body dangled and made me unsteady
in my steps

She was young
and
quite petite

Free
and
beautiful

I imagined her lips smiling

I imagined just a few years back
when she was
so simply

a little girl

Now a woman
Now fighting the world

So much pressure
So much life....

I hope
that
next time
she tries to commit
suicide

she fails

Cherry

2008-11-06T12:14:00.000-08:00

The bed isn't made tonight
and
it got cold in here
very quickly

My eyes strobe

My veins swell

I see everything
too clearly
and
all too often

I wonder what I should
be thinking

Wet blades of grass blow
in the wind one by one/
Seventy miles an hour
and their movements
pulse through
my entire body

I have never made it this far before

Coffee And Asphalt

2008-11-06T11:09:00.000-08:00

my lower back hurts like a bastard. i try my hardest not make mention of that to others , though at times it burns and tears in pain and simply sitting in one position is pretty difficult. i know it is nothing compared to what i see others out here go through. i know i don't have time to really think of myself out here. i also know that the crew that was just dispatched, moments ago , to a gun shot wound to the head will soon see things that will make them recall just how fragile we all really are. life is so precious and also so often taken for granted.

we are holding tight in some parking lot right now. it is quiet for the moment , the air is warm , my skin is cool , and the sky is so blue....it reminds me of her eyes.....her soft memories she so kindly shares and how much i think of her out here. she is a soft caress of gentle relaxation in a violent storm lost at sea and far from home......she is a friend.
so often in these few moments of down time we get i think about what we will see next.... which lives will be forever changed and how that will affect every one of us. i am always so grateful when i last twelve or fourteen hours out here and no one dies.

Every moment counts. Everything has to be worth something....It just has to. Don't waste any time and get yours. You own this.

you own this.

Swollen

2008-06-14T09:44:00.000-07:00

bodies on my soul now.
helpless going as fast as we can
fighting for you.
something is lost
and
something is gained.
the soul just slowly slips
away while angels
swallow the traffic and mayhem just ahead of me.
some cry
some don't.
some just go back to work.
off to the next place ,
the next trauma.
the next little moment someones life changes forever.

i get a little colder every time.
shit stops being quite as fucking funny and
all those flowers don't smell quite as fragrant as
they used too.
i can feel the darkness inside
and
i'm tired today.

your death took a lot out of me.

Tennyson

2008-06-11T16:00:00.000-07:00

I remember their eyes
I remember the fear in the air
The helpless
The lost
The forgotten
and
The cursed
The sirens raging through my sleep
The near miss
The angels I have seen riding next to me

The city breathes and chews us up
The contents of its stomach are my home
The streets inhale and the buildings dialate
to exhale
I wait all day for it to get dark
I wait for the zombies to rest

We are never safe
and
only god
holds our fate

i heard something about you

2008-06-11T14:29:00.001-07:00

Salsa

2008-05-05T06:42:00.000-07:00

Inhaling the smoke into my lungs and feeling your dark cold breath on my neck. Venom leaks from my pores and the room becomes smaller with each exchange of oxygen. Certainly Angels do battle Devils and I lose quite a bit of blood in these nights. We are filthy creatures and I long for days I never seemed to live. Those wasted days chasing sanity and the nights when sleep was a friend long before a nightmare. It all seems like such a fucking joke.

Time Machine (Person Place Or Thing)

2008-04-04T06:49:00.001-07:00

leave the car running

2008-03-05T16:18:00.000-08:00

Pollute Me

2008-02-12T08:57:00.000-08:00

Smoke the cigarettes
Inhale your fate
Watch that Television
Don't go outside
Do the drugs
Drink the alcohol as much as you can
Drink it every night
Don't go outside
Work overtime
Work often so you can buy the nice things
Pay attention to the billboards
Don't look at the tree's
Don't seek out the healthy foods
Eat the harmful grease laden slop available in convenience
We want you fat , bloated , and slow
Tune in for the very important News Cast
Tune in
Spend your money
Give us everything
Consume as much as you can
Don't go outside
Buy our products and have a better life
Live this way
Only find beauty in what we show you
In the shapes we sell you
In the dress size we dictate
Do not pay attention to the mind or soul
If you don't like what you have
Sell it
Divorce it
Buy something new
Don't fix your problems
Run from them
Don't go outside
This is the right thing to do
We are number one
We are the best
We own everything
What ever you do
Don't think for your self
Do what we tell you to do
Or we will make you pay
Stay in your place
Don't ever use your voice
Don't think you can ever change anything
and

Don't go outside

Sunflower

2008-01-26T10:26:00.000-08:00

Shave your head and empty your pockets

Vodka smooth and lush in rich undertones

The sun burning down on tight skin warming the tired muscle

A man made of wood

Wonder if I have your disease

Guilt weaved into a little belt on your waist made of rope

The same rope you will always dangle me from

Salt water still clogs our veins

I always kept my eyes open

I guess your not coming home

Faster

2008-01-26T09:53:00.000-08:00

Stop

Relativity as the forsaken pearl

Pictures painted and you never get to see them

She knew the difference between an Annual and a Perennial
A dollar was taken from debt
I knew she would
I knew she would
I wonder which one she is

I woke up in Las Vegas
I woke up a thousand years from Detroit
I woke up next to Elvis
Don't take that picture he said

I woke up in my bed
Alone again

I don't want you here

Antarctic Code Brown

2008-01-03T21:13:00.000-08:00

I went for a walk tonight. It was so cold outside it hurt. I thought about what would happen if I pooped my pants while walking in such cold weather. Would pooping your pants in twelve degree weather be better or worse that doing so in ninety degree weather ? I think with the wind chill factor and such that if you were a considerable distance from home your poop would freeze. Can poop freeze ? I would imagine so but I am going to have to look into that. Pooping in your pants is the one of the worst feelings regardless of what the temperature is. These are the things I think about when I go for walks.