Out Of Your Own Way
He sits there and he does something. He looks at it and he wonders why it is not what he wants it to be. He wishes that he could cut it out of his mind and put it on the page, but…
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The Graveyard Of Incomplete Cycles
Piles of stuff rebuke me — they say hey, we are waiting for you to get to us. What am I going to do? Drop entirely the regular stuff of everyday life? Some of these things are extraordinary to the routine. Routine…
Black, Red and White
It was a film noir city, so he collected the rainwater in buckets, on the roof beside his pigeon roosts. He trained the water to imprint with the sound of those walking around. A thousand narratives winding through the crying city. White…
in the pour
am i a glass pouring nothing? am i water waiting for a glass to contain me? or does it all happen when i am drunk? i want you to eat me i will make you smaller i will make you larger we…
Processed Meet
I love watching things about WSB and finding out more about Brion Gysin is always fascinating. The kinds of intellect that this attracts gives me a lot of things dig in on and expand my thinking with. You spend a lot of…
Read And Blew
He looked at the red tie. He looked at the blue tie. Oxygenated or unoxygenated blood. There were police lights flashing: red blue red blue. A limited kaleidoscope. Hot and cold. The first politician’s dull brown shoe made contact with his crotch and…
red and blue tapeworms
there are records i listen to books i read but there are no politicians i feed like an infestation of fleas they should be picked off their heads crushed and they should be flushed there are two parties like tapeworms in the…
Digging A Whole
The spade cuts into the earth, a clean sharp cut that reveals the dirt under the grass. It’s soft, which is going to make this easier. It’s never that easy. How do they always forget that they are having holographic maps of…
making poetry
you are making food i’m making poetry small sandwiches that people won’t have to choke down dreams condensed into language and given wings in the mind’s eye of yourself and the hearts of others it is a gift to you both butterfly…
The Year Starts
There is a weird leap to try and erase the previous year when a new one comes around and pretend that there is a blank slate being drawn upon; like we have hit a Star Trek reset button. There is no tabula rasa…