must be friday

3/20/2009 at 7:07 PM

drip
drip
drip
leaky faucet mind
nobody had any feedback
on that piece? really?
i'm not surprised i guess, even poets aren't
interested in poetry, populous leaky faucet planet
of struggling poets goes
drip
drip
drip
and then the water gets shut off.

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i've been up for hours staring at my hands

3/4/2009 at 11:10 PM

i just posted the raw copy of my next journal-type pome, (and the birds in the morning)
it's the entire notebook inked and unedited, transcribed and whatnot.
it's EXTREMELY long, but if you have like a half-hour to kill,
i'd really appreciate any feedback on how to restructure it
or just general feedback. right on.

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it felt like spring all day today, and the snow steamed off in the rain just like it did that other day i've almost forgotten now

2/12/2009 at 4:06 AM

i literally hear a song on the wind.
tonight is an unusually windy and rainy night
we've had excellent spring-like weather all week and this
is the wind that will
bring back the cold and snowy pennsylvania winter
i am so used to,
my window is cracked because the sound of it across otherwise silent forests
is very soothing to me, and i hear a song,
a slow-type chant with a guitar and key track,
i'm about to write a poem in which this song
becomes a pataphor for the sound of the wind,
but i just wanted to let you guys know that it is based
not actually on a metaphor, but a literal occurance
blown way out of proportion. also, pataphors are really cool
you should consider making one, frees up metaphor very nicely
(wikipedia is your friend)

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when the television tells you to have a vision

2/9/2009 at 3:44 AM

i fucking hate this time of year
and deeply resent having been born a pisces,
on the up-side i found out how to eliminate those annoyingly pornographic "american apparel" banner ads
that show up at the top of this site, with a firefox addon you can find it on the website (www.mozilla.com)
it's called ad-buster plus. get on it! free yourself from the suggestion of warped sexuality that is los angeles fashionability!

(the wires begin to glow and spark, the pyramid hums all around me,
somebody drops a lot of coins on concrete;
kids from the 80's all flash and nihilism in the movies,

the affects are often permanent. stitching together the body and the soul)

i need a damn camera,
and a cemetery to explore,
i'm not sure what to do about friday the thirteenth,
and it's really not very convenient that the day after
is valentine's day - by far the lamest most manufactured holiday...
i mean, what kind of person would capitalize on
other people's romantic insecurities; convincing them
to buy pointless, love-themed crap in order to impress
a spring fling or avoid the ire of an established lover?
i guess i have no real reason to complain, it just
sort of miffs me that so many people get so into it.

(she's short and curvy, well "done-up" and at the bar
with her girls, says "two guys i used to hang out with"
and my guard says "you mean two guys you slept with"
and she says "same thing" and i'm looking around
with murder in my heart wondering why i walked this whole way
just to disappoint myself.)

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another spirit that seems to be inhabiting our third floor

1/30/2009 at 9:12 PM

it dawns on me that i haven't actually used the blog feature here
as a way of updating people about my real life
in about a year, not since
i started traveling

a "reader's digest" summary of my travels:
arizona was very cool, the desert was beautiful, and getting there
made me realize just how big america is, kansas city was very very weird,
i mostly just remember that people were exceedingly friendly
but were also completely uninteresting. california kicks yr ass
all over the place, and the pacific ocean taught me how to write poetry again.
chicago was a blast, beautiful jailbait girl sitting on a wall outside the 4-star spot,
but the pitchfork festival disillusioned me about hipsters considerably.
west virginia has a completely unique vibe and i recommend exploration of it
if you're into the whole mountainish forestish ruralish redneckish getting lost type thing
most recently i went to san francisco, part of california i didn't get to see last time,
and that was really rewarding. i spent most of the time in frisco rehearsing in an
artist compound at hunter's point right on the bay with my band
silent film soundtrack, went to the largest party imaginable for new years (1500 people)
and then recorded an ep. so. that was cool.

outside of that my entire life is convoluted, romance has me flustered, money's still money
which is annoying, and difficult to manage, although i'm doing that thing crazy
people in the great depression did and finding wacky places to stash cash
cause banks are bullshit (meaning i have no credit score, meaning my credit completely sucks)
my family is mysteriously supportive of my gypsy lifestyle all of a sudden,
including members of my family that i'd actually prefer to still be at odds with,
i'm living in bloomfield where i hang out mostly with musicians, and expend my energy
mostly just getting kicks, which has been the standard for most of my briefly adult life.

anyway, i wouldn't expect many updates on the blog if i were you, it's been incredibly difficult to resist
the impulse to break out the nigh-fictional stream of images my life usually organizes into
when i try to type it up or write it down, and i can't make any guarantees

good luck space cadet, i'll catch you on the flip

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