Sep 8, 2018
Aug 23, 2018
Aug 1, 2018
Jul 31, 2018
The rejected found poems
"Admissions for Submission"
A. He was a middle-class conversationalist. Carried a black umbrella. I was as twisted as a poppy. Thorns and potpourri. It was so 90's.
B. Something about greatness, something about hue. A vehicle for dreamers. In the poems he never stopped smoking and always stole the roses.
C. Never could arrange the perfect trifecta. Twine left in the paws of a cat. Now he has two dogs.
.....
"A Tie"
Black with aqua swirls. Straightened in the back seat
before stepping onto the curb, at the marble steps of St. Lucy's.
A Variation - "After"
We tied off with your funeral tie. First you, then I.
I always needed help.
Tell me again, what the wind does to your kind.
........
"I Remember You Workshopping, CLEARING THE TABLE WITH ANGEL FEATHERS"
@ the gazebo. You told me that some angels do smoke. You talked about angels, a lot.
It was snowing. Listen, 64% of this country believe in them, according to a recent article in Newsweek. And, you had seen a few on the 3rd floor of that hospital. . Remember Nina and how she melted crayons on the steam radiators. Her sleeves were always rolled up. Sometimes she was a blonde.
"In Heavy Rotation"
1. Raising the Titanic BY not the hand of God
2. There is a Trace of You BY pulling me toward what little remains
A. He was a middle-class conversationalist. Carried a black umbrella. I was as twisted as a poppy. Thorns and potpourri. It was so 90's.
B. Something about greatness, something about hue. A vehicle for dreamers. In the poems he never stopped smoking and always stole the roses.
C. Never could arrange the perfect trifecta. Twine left in the paws of a cat. Now he has two dogs.
.....
"A Tie"
Black with aqua swirls. Straightened in the back seat
before stepping onto the curb, at the marble steps of St. Lucy's.
A Variation - "After"
We tied off with your funeral tie. First you, then I.
I always needed help.
Tell me again, what the wind does to your kind.
........
"I Remember You Workshopping, CLEARING THE TABLE WITH ANGEL FEATHERS"
@ the gazebo. You told me that some angels do smoke. You talked about angels, a lot.
It was snowing. Listen, 64% of this country believe in them, according to a recent article in Newsweek. And, you had seen a few on the 3rd floor of that hospital. . Remember Nina and how she melted crayons on the steam radiators. Her sleeves were always rolled up. Sometimes she was a blonde.
"In Heavy Rotation"
1. Raising the Titanic BY not the hand of God
2. There is a Trace of You BY pulling me toward what little remains
Apr 30, 2018
Re: 34 minutes and 9 secs
Remember being on Yuku, drunk
Begging you to join me on those other
Weird
Boards. I don't even remember their names. .
Poetic Constellations and mama's front porch
Or something like that. .
I'd get pretty excited when you'd occasionally show up.
Today I found an official Pink Floyd channel on youtube, never thought I'd see the day! It's there to sell tickets of course, but still!
Begging you to join me on those other
Weird
Boards. I don't even remember their names. .
Poetic Constellations and mama's front porch
Or something like that. .
I'd get pretty excited when you'd occasionally show up.
Today I found an official Pink Floyd channel on youtube, never thought I'd see the day! It's there to sell tickets of course, but still!
Feb 10, 2018
Jan 17, 2018
Dec 10, 2017
Oct 31, 2017
Sep 25, 2017
Aug 27, 2017
Aug 14, 2017
Aug 8, 2017
Eric Clapton - Promises and a couple of other things..
so the first thing is that I am in mourning. Salty dreams is no more. Some other company took over and I can't find my way around or through all the new gates. I guess I thought it would just always be as it was. I wonder will the same thing happen to this blog? My laptop is very sick it can't even run Windows so I am on the big kindle and I hate this keyboard on the screen. I have to call Dell and ask for a recovery DVD because I can't find mine. Ripped this apartment apart. Not once but twice. So you know lately I get into something and have to have all versions of the same song or I'll eat the same thing all day or wear the same thing every time I have a day off.. anyway today is Eric Clapton day lol. I hope this blog doesn't disappear. It really is a journal.
Jul 26, 2017
Jul 24, 2017
Jul 23, 2017
Jul 7, 2017
Jun 27, 2017
Jun 3, 2017
May 28, 2017
Though I loved my last dell laptop (lil' dellarina), I dispise the bigger, newer one
I own now. It is so messed up.. when I think about it, all the problems started at the beginning because I didn't want to use the browser that came with it, I wanted to use Firefox. So everything is always conflicting. And what happened to the day when you could just click on a little icon on the bottom left and find all your files? ugh. Today after about an hour I finally found my camera app again and made a video. But could I upload this vid to utube? NO, of course not. Why does all this computer stuff seem so much more complicated then it used to be? No programs that I have on this laptop are in sync with each other. The strongest program just updates itself and (yes I know I can change that in 'settings') bumps down it's biggest competitor and I have no control over anything. Nothing on this laptop is the way I want it to be, lol. So right now, in the middle of my living room floor lies my pile of "empties". And I just took some sinus pills so that I can just go to sleep and stay there in peace. Tomorrow is a new day. Good nite.
May 8, 2017
Apr 9, 2017
Mar 30, 2017
Feb 8, 2017
Dec 22, 2016
“IF YOU LEAVE”
love the quest. or:
godzilla vs the gorillaz.
your lips on the screen.
what a great time
to
pop back in
i was feeling so blue
watching
history dangle from my rosary
a
new world order
triggered me
something awful
< no doubt, let’s drop colors & camelot the spot >
really.
pass the plans, the OMD
(oh yeah, i’m off that mascot
check
so
make a list)
"SUN HELL"
so you say?
back so soon..
to a new
same..
vampires pretending to be humans pretending to be vampires
pretend it’s wine
this cold page of a cool book
is mine
death we are and death we’ve always been
even over the ole toilet hole
“PERFECT”
dusts off beer
throws it in the trash
fresh men in dirty times
not me
and you
you are hell prone
on a ram’s spine
what to do?
i fall back into the autumn nite
wishing i could still ride a bike
but i cracked my tail-bone
a long time ago
walk down to the bridge
on a one-lane road
the red-necks drive by in their trucks
the view to the left is vaguely crumbled
and i know the mountain is holding a buzz
i am nothing but my little poisons and stupid poems
but hey
the creek isn’t frozen yet
it races past
gurgling its wet laugh
at the geese or ducks
or whatever the fuck those things are
“Tuesday”
call me
singing that myself
beaming on the outside
scared on the inside
winding sounds better than racing
moon moment
watch out
the lost olive tied to a halo
i feel water drunk
when i look in your direction
i’m not on twitter but
i check your tweets
plum is just another color
for kiss
rain air
and earth me
you’re a star
spilled
“you probably over watered that plant”
like a hot love whale
in training to house a smile and happy chests - love breathing
say are you over there
with a father
wearing jesus
on his back?
you write storms with dust
real tongue detail
how street screen -
all i can do is scramble and unscramble
your sky
baby
i’d join you
in the misery soup
even though i am over here
& i had the best damn dream this morning
woke up sobbing, why,
i dunno.
a bridge size tide of joy
it was winter, beautiful
snow, and his kiss was like fruit
in champagne
not that i want to be drunk
holy oysters of sleep!
emoji stars in humming grass
sorry i haven’t written
sorry your date didn’t work out
“kissing you”
kissing you
would be like letting the blowing wind
drown me
kissing you
would be like taking the wood out of the trees
and stacking our years
by wading (because you’re a baby) lake water
our online tracks
some mud in the middle of some grass
i wonder would your feet be a gentle heater or are they ice cold
when you cry
your tears would grow roots in my skin
you couldn’t get any closer
but nah
u would never leave your dark shed of wasteland
Dec 5, 2016
Nov 29, 2016
Nov 20, 2016
The Big Idea - ESS-95 (Full Tape)
Side A :
00:00 : Iliana Is Sleeping
07:28 : XIV
Side B :
11:43 : CXXXIV
21:04 : D.B. Cooper Theme
Oct 26, 2016
OCT 11, 2016
“in a way”
u r the history of my hunger
a fix like a place
a greenish millennia
covered in pink haze
we cast the bedspread vowel
pop open an empty phallus
& everywhere
the cool moon
just hangs
the night chicago died
we were on a quest
called
find the loom
not
rent a room
we stopped at a white palace
i had to have the fries and a vanilla shake
as you slid down a few sliders
someone slid into our car
and drove it
straight into the lake
where it may still be
like stone
cast ugly
under watery shadows
u r the history of my hunger
a fix like a place
a greenish millennia
covered in pink haze
we cast the bedspread vowel
pop open an empty phallus
& everywhere
the cool moon
just hangs
the night chicago died
we were on a quest
called
find the loom
not
rent a room
we stopped at a white palace
i had to have the fries and a vanilla shake
as you slid down a few sliders
someone slid into our car
and drove it
straight into the lake
where it may still be
like stone
cast ugly
under watery shadows
Oct 25, 2016
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