Mar 12, 2012

i'd like to climb up on the baby-sitter,

a kid stamping the pieces of broken things
at some garage sale in Iowa, almost a father in some mediocre ways and slays the next cheap-ass professor nursing a drinking life with a plastic knife
later at the Bastard's Sign he is randy and pokes this broken light of glittery squander tit tag with his broken almost soul until he thinks about how he creamed on Iowa's own Flanagan sisters, one outside each page of whiskey with jail. the lecturer at the car rental place finally placed the keys into his hand. driving, he noticed the clouds red with tears all the fears and years of nothing except being slick on how to be alone. he never needed a wet nurse to show him how to pull off/of life. headlights played on the brick of his beard. seein' his street. the clouds.. he'd feel her up tender in this, this killing of the rest of the night when he got there she was shit-faced without the same maternal look she had had at Drake's long narrow bar where they had thrown down sickly green shots of something jumpy and jello, a kid's whiskey without any kick at all.
leaning against the curved railing he watched the handsome thespian in the mirror, the one who sometimes taught himself how to play the guitar, suddenly
laugh at her enourmous forgettable mouth, easily a pool of red glee yea, that's before the match strikes the floor.

Jan 6, 2012

not about tapeworms, smelling salts or shootouts.

12.21.2011
11:22 P.M.




when
did your tongue

become

a piracy

open ing

darkness ness




With glossy hands, Nina cups his shy
slide back





in



silt

sinking


questions

low clouds over
a clear ceiling, the long Floating heavy yourself, (or a weightless slow
in this – room
there is no breath
you are Somebody and a sorrow, the image of my heart
except I can't trace a god.








you like being my Want.
)arms(above my head) the under of them so fragile they chain
you
that is what i like
as we roll through a twisty dream -
silent temples
twined
with an
All
important ness

on
your chest
i like the slim ness
of
you ~ the way we move , smoothly around and away
from


~*~


------- ---- ----
but - later -
in the code market.. i die. Fall: to
break
how can you open me more?

......

on the white skin of Dellarina> reflections of red digits


~~~

my #?
276-233-5072
how presumptuous of me
by
semaphoring whoring

***
**
*

.

and the cool sky , slender with



.






Black Dress, White Room






Oct 21, 2011

7 months sober. today . and



i am as depressed as i ever was. unbelievable considering my beautiful surroundings. and the new job is a nitemare. well, i have to go already and i doubt i will get my own ip this winter. must save for vehicle. i'll probably get killed on one of these curvy 1lane roads. people drive them like speed demons. thanks for the visit.

2 pics of my other gnome.. & another post of sparklehorse - the best version


Aug 23, 2011

what do you want to do with the game in progress?


don't save
'invalid_ move'
what?!
stupidstupid spider solitaire
Nina stares at the screen
annoyed and just
pissed off -
this
no internet situation
blows !
outside bolts of lightning
frag ment the night's sky
the moon-fish swim in circles
turning every now & then to
press
their
frail
white
faces
AgainstTheGlass

***

later
in a dream
she follows pale_violet_links
to Mr Virtual Virtuoso's realm of 'No reason to stay awake'
obsolete electronics mementoes of another time
networks of amorphous alumni mannequins ~
their gushy eyes
music
machines
unfinished paintings<>drawings
maps & manuscripts

a blacklight poster of a naked asian chick
pinned to a marred wall
&
on the sofa a box of

open
to
be smeared
in the newer portals of the
multifarious Never Ending ~
Emptiness sometimes lies down and stretches her long legs
until her toes touch the tip of a bed or blanket or the
coat of some unsuspecting fool
silently shuffling through his own dream / s
of
long ago ~
clusters of rosettes wet and shiny could be found
clustering under certain trees at the edge of the wood ~
a myraid of spider webs strewn across
flowering meadows only visible to the human eye
on misty mornings ~

your absence is still a hole in today

*
Nina knows he is right ~ nothing will ever come of it
~ * ~
Nothing ~ slinky in her black dress & new
eyelashes Nothing ~ sister to Emptiness Nothing ~
penetrating the divine with one single swipe and click
the simple hit and run the clinch & glitch
Nothing ~ c ode les s just a slip in the chip

sometimes Nina thinks she somehow misled him but
the truth is he misled her or they misled each other
without ever working up

a sheen of sweat

during the overshadowing the static
the marathon marauding her alcoholic
psychosis his designer drugs & those
many melancholy drizzles
he rocked her and she cradled him
~*~



after the rain the blue starts to open out and
s p r e a d
blueing everything

'There are no more possible moves
What do you want to do?
end game
or
return and try again'












Aug 14, 2011

hello, my patchouli.ed, ethereal-enchantment.my emerald

.symphony, Hello!

I have to walk a mile to connect to your realm. cuz I live here, now -





Face Hook is like a city, too crowded & busy. I only go when I get a personal message.





















Aug 13, 2011

moonshadow - cat stevens



thursday aug 11

a m


The Idyllic Routine

Bad verses; tokens of my affection
written while drinking mineral water
as deer gambole across the lawn

where are you? still nestled deep within a dream?

... and when the tempest shakes the wave
:) i was stringing patterns of rain into a
necklace just for you, my flame-stitch ...


*yellow*coldplay*


still-gaze

space-dyed

verve

so where were, YOU, 'for a few days'?

i was here.




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wed aug 10

stopgap

so, talk. i'll be here forever in this time
less dribble. one word from you and i am fine.


weightless

eternity is in

in this tiny little bubble.

i can almost see the soundless rim of your hat.

you are a musician, you can transform discarded bits of
this and that

fringed bangs, pom-poms and shiny pendants

or just cut up a solid

propel the turquoise, Amelia ~ you billowy bou
doir of sumptuous softness!


why do you talk to that polyester-fill?

because she is a working sidelight. hey, what are you going to call this?

'LESS'

LOL excellence is not synonymous with perfection

did i tell you that i stopped smoking?

no. but good for you.

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Aug 10, 2011

Just2BClose2U-'no sugar tonite, no sugar to help me rhyme'

Tues., Aug. 9 - 9:30p.m.

I am fighting to keep the demons at bay.

With?

Wellbutrin
AA.
Can/you/just/forgive/me/one/more/time
Mr. Yellow-
Mellow.

~

Hysteria Vid

~

Lackadaisical Loping

Beautiful Hell
all lacustrine


click your answer across the screen
make it sound like an oceanic whisper
maybe call it
Wire Strings in a Case
or
I didn't even miss her

SLOT-

candy

Stol.id

Okay. So what happened?

ulcers. esophagus & stomach

new gentle phase, K? you start.

stereophonic

playa

tube.rose

a spike

ultra violet

charge completed ~



...


I'll be gone for the next couple of days. x

Jul 23, 2011

your hair smells like sunshine, today & a note..








.................................................................................





note

the sky, its wide bones; a boulevard. i am painting tiny stars on a shoe. tomorrow i will découpage my tea cup , glass box , lampshade - maybe with poems, maybe not.

Jul 16, 2011

Sentimental Code

spin-bird, snap-wire! how have you been?

sober. and, i finally found the prints in the chamber. the
bug is still under a handkerchief, all the shine gone from
its inky,

spoony legs.

and in the garden, where we used to sit,
almost everything has gone to shade.

nah, hoop skirt, lace collar, kitty cat.

hoodwink, hoodoo.

-grin-

hey now, pocket-plus.

plum flush?

taxi, pixel, gotta rush!

À la prochainet..

Jul 14, 2011

YOUR LINES..

strewn across my bed ~

I could be trying to sleep
under a ceiling made of
bark, branch and leaf;
freedom vents
allowing the body to finally speak -
white and

slippery
curves
twisting
like a poppy
against your dark
mouth
and
cheek

'folie de doute'

red with arrows
the night pours forth
with mad glory!

1.

-Morning-


I am sitting at the window again
a paperback face
your mouth opens
to kiss


2.

angel feathers
spotted in the smoky drift
a cameo
in last night's dream

dancing to the acoustic version of Layla
like a cause
rising and falling

falling



3.

-postcard-
from your sweetness.
your, like, and is.
your,
completely alone

Mar 10, 2011

Nachtmusik

You wear your red t-shirt like
my fever,

cover your eyes with sun glass..

and

drive, drive, drive.

I wake, only to find more snow has
fallen.


..


Fallen

looks

that

glitter

in

their

shells

..


Shells


&


songs. sung out loud.
spaces, roll by and by

your cursive heart.

the crunch of tires on ice.


Ice

blue. the waitress sets down our steaks. more lemon slices in a plastic cup.
your phone vibrates on the table. tattered cherubs stuck on the wall.

Jan 31, 2011

and she did..

she did see him again and it was odd because on that day she had baked a hen with ooddles of onions and garlic. (she threw the neck & gizzards out.) and the sun was only a white smidge of a smudge. and she was glad she had worn her navy blue, v-neck, Par Four, acrylic sweater, (made in the usa.) .. it was a sort of soft and warm hug that he could not give her, for he had no arms in this place.