December 2011
1 post
11/25/11
That elusive vibration Behind the curtain of words and song, colors and numbers names and places the elusive feling of exploding afterwards, swapping space with space. Every moment has her own smile, and every moment is mine to find. Every moment is there to forget
November 2011
1 post
Strings
Words tied to strings When plucked sing tunes For willing ears That know harmony Beyond Violins
October 2011
2 posts
10/30/11
Man stands tall with red inside his belly Man stands before reflections of trees and the sky, Has never seen his face before His eyes are owning the light that blankets all that he can’t see Man runs before power, running across the earth One day he’ll get tired of chasing Man stands wide, with his golden pride He wears it like a crown, ruling the land that take up the space under the...
Greatness
What does it take to be great? Is it destiny, or an innate passion found through everyday life? I know there is no definite answer, but despite this, my curiosity for my future still runs rampant.
I look at all the greats of my time, everyone from Michael Jordan to Lucian Freud, and Einstein. All of those men wore their genius and understanding around their necks. Their fires burned so...
September 2011
4 posts
The Juice Club Memoirs
August 30
The hardest part about waking up to work in the juice club is the memory of all of the people who walk up to my little kiosk with their eyes affixed to the menu board above me. Their eyes are opened as wide as their mouths and it looks like they are trying to collect flies. Sometimes while they’re staring up with their starving looking eyes, they lick their lips.
When I stand in the...
Essay
After pondering my writing sample prompt and re-writing countless drafts, I could not help but compare myself to those stereotypical descriptions of the pageant queens I see on television. Smiling behind their make-up, displaying the curvature of their ideal bodies behind their sparkling and impressive fitted dresses. “I want to make the world a better place,” answered my first draft. Not to be...
yeah
August 30, 2011
I like when girls cross their arms. I’ve been told its a bad sign, but I like how it looks when their tits are perched on their forearms like the worlds softest parakeets.
August 2011
2 posts
August 28, 2011
7:15 and I wake up as a piece of meat marinating on my sheets The morning has prepared me well-done and I’m ready for the thanksgiving dinner table I pissed out the sun this morning hot, yellow piss. I could feel it tickle my urethra. I felt my head, my brain moved like a grape under summer At the mercy of my piss, banana colored piss, I just sighed in relief in rhythm to the throbbing of my...
August 14 2011
Inside me, I am building a fort A comfortable place with all my favorite things Inside me all my favorite melodies will be sang by the laziest winds blowing between tints of green Inside me, the fort I will build will have the most comfortable grass to lay on. I’ll lay under the green of a tree. I’ll lay on top of the different colored green of my grass I’ll build all my life...
September 2010
1 post
Week Old Butterfly
CDAE
My Chrysalis bones Give birth to butterflies Fracture my ribs From a little white lie
Your Jupiter colored eyes Blink at my red face That Jupiter colored surprise Left the red half erased
Galactic chance or not Scientific façade This mathematician distraught For what equals is too broad
Those butterflies aint yet caught Pinned their wings across the board We used what botanists taught And...
August 2010
5 posts
March 17 Journal entry "Trust nothing but the...
I open the doors and kill for the meat I create the openings That i can drag you through by the hair. And there are obvious similarities Science would tell, but numerical proof can’t explain it all. Though perhaps there is a simple equation to this XX Mystery that man or men in white coats could tell us And it isn’t that their numbers cant be trusted, it may just be a simple matter...
Quick Fix
The whirring machinations clicking together Metal gears grinding each other down Shavings gathering, sparks showering below Axles holding them in place are wobbling uncontrollably Workers had no fucking clue Supervisors screaming orders Hold the fucking thing in place, then Jam that Goddamn thing back on A few bolts have ricocheted off, Some of those flying fast like a bullet Probably fast enough...
Armor and Harmony dinner with Father
FATHER: Armor! Harmony! I have been missing you two boys come over here and give your ol’ pops a hug why dont ya HHAHAHA! HARMONY: Hello father ARMOR: Dad, its great to see you again FATHER: How are you boys, Harmony, you doin ok? ARMOR: you dont need to worry dad, Harmony is fine, im taking care of him HARMONY: …. FATHER: HEH Well i see things havent changed so much, so boys whats the...
Transcribing "Willing To Take The Blame"
Ghosts singing in a junge in a planet light years away Where trees fall and only the dead hear and Interstellar dinosaurs Eating cosmic leaves and having space dinosaur sex Sounds of nature from a different dimension 9:22
And now the forest is torn down Ravaged by sentient aliens not the dinosaurs 12:00
A train zips by Delivering parts train tracks appear on the forest floor under all the trees...
As Long As I Can Stand
To the vulture sitting atop the carcass gazing eye to eye with a chunk of meat hanging from its beak Mercy me, I say as I try to pull my organs towards me Tucking my lower intestine under my shirt
The gaping hole in my belly gives me no pain But the anxiety hurts just the same As I struggle to piece together the scattered flesh While this bird creeps towards me with his diseased feathers
But I...
July 2010
3 posts
Harmony and Santa
Harmony is laying in his bed, it is dark and his window is frosted over, he can see snowflakes falling down against the pitch black new moon sky. The calming image tires him so he turns to his side. He begins to fall asleep until he sees a strange shadow draped over his quilt, his eyes are now wide open. He is curious if the figure was really there or if it was something cliche like a tree branch...
July 22 Words
Fragmented chunks of brain matter All stuck inside an unsupported balloon of skin Draped over jagged shards Gently blanketed over the punctured gray mass Which is now buried beneath Under the catastrophic collapse
Still the two legs churn Wobbled steps toward any path Balance through luck Standing by will Power from nothingness Eyelids still open Direction just ahead
Fluid leaks from what used...
july 17th a letter by a prisoner
There is a chip on my shoulder that is taking root, spiraling down my spine and it wont be soon until it grows into the sky. There is bad blood in this haunted house, the corridors dark, dreary and almost soulless if not for the children sleeping in the other room. Foul stench and awful noises waft from the first floor kitchen, the sounds of a witch screaming for attention, her assistant...
February 2010
2 posts
Atlas Woes
It’s probably the heart palpitations that are ruining my rhythm. Perhaps it’s the excessive amount of nicotine and THC. Excessive amounts of what doctors call ‘stress,’ Excessive amounts of whatever ‘anxiety’ is supposed to mean.
It’s probably nothing that’s ruining my rhythm. Probably the hours not spent, the hours wasted, Hours spent worrying...
2/10/10 (?): An Attempt
I held my tongue that time. After that look in those eyes, Before that deep breath I took. This was the paradigm.
How long until the effects of my smile wear off?
Another deep breath. Because it makes it a little better. And I’m holding my tongue And my fingers are slimy with saliva Getting wetter, on account of my gasping lungs, My heart, my brain, my eyes, my lips.
I held my tongue all...
October 2009
8 posts
Aggot B. Otto and His Watch
Aggot’s phone had been ringing. The twelfth ring, he had counted. He was staring outside his broken window, looking at the flickering light across the street. On the fifteenth ring, Aggot picked up the phone.
“This is doctor Otto,” answered Aggot dryly. “Who is this?” he blurted. “Sorry, I don’t… When? Oh did I? Well, hello, how are you...
Love Trauma
Trauma kills. With each killing of lives, the next one becomes exponentially more cherished. But like the cat with nine, it doesn’t make us dead.
Trauma, the disease that tortures inevitably. The disease that can’t be cured, but treated. The disease that teaches the heart of the path to death.
All people are not equal. Trauma wears different masks, different faces to be seen by the...
Suffer
Grab it around the neck, that wretched beast which torments your soul. Embrace the creature with its fangs locked onto the body of your spirit. To force the beast off is only a temporary relief as the pain would still be burning from your open wound. Let the beasts jaws clasp themselves tightly, tighter every second. And until your spirit can cry no more, the beasts bite will reduce to a nibble...
The Collective Energies of Man
When you wake up tomorrow, it is usually unknown how the day is bound to be. Walking through the hours and minutes, passively accepting whatever father time gives, allowing your emotions and conscience to be tossed around like a ship in a storm. There are the days when the water is calm and there are the nights when the storms have yet to clear.
The sea, the wind and the sky, the collective...
Mr. Watanabe, the Japanese business man in trouble
I am sitting in my truck preparing for the work day ahead when a tan sedan pulls up next to me. I have my headphones on and I see him trying to get my attention, speaking something I couldnt hear. I remove my headphones and walk to the window of the japanese man dressed in tie and some pretty spiffy slacks, he was wearing one of those stereotypical japanese businessman glasses. “Excuse me,...
Mr. Otto
The ticking of the clock seemed to be getting louder and more prominent after each round of silence that the patient gave. The heavy clicks chugging uphill drove the pace of the room, seemingly mesmerizing both Doctor Aggot B. Otto and the man sitting on the chair.
“Think of yourself,” said the doctor, “as a gun.” The patient, a thin mustached man stared wide-eyed....
The Insides
“My stomach hurts,” said the kid in a disney land t-shirt. The father approaches the boy with a grimace, eyes curling downwards and emphasizing his already apparent wrinkles. His mustache bristles up and I could have sworn his face went form pink to more pink. The father, or at least I think he is, grabs the boy by his forearm. ”Okay, then lets go get some food!” He...
Mothers
The center is the sun, the provider of warmth. The source of our life and with boundless gravity, she carries the orbits of her children. Planets orbiting around the fiery star, orbiting with each other and living in their continuing circular movement.
Wondrous spheres all perfectly round to the naked eye go the way of their own pulls. Mysterious forces all propelling stones and snowballs around...
September 2009
2 posts
Scientifically speaking,
Sounds of words and song echo inside an empty skull, scraped clean of the once grey solid matter that clung on the smooth inner walls. Echos bouncing freely, moving quicker than can be understood, though not all waves are lost through the earholes which continuously feed the abyss. Light making its way through tiny holes are creating shadows of trees, of faces — smiling, frowning, laughing,...
A Night To Forget That I'll Always Remember
The world is spinning or perhaps it’s just me. I can see the dark spot on the floor where the glass of juice was knocked over and I can still feel the weight of sunglasses collapsing under my foot. Now I can sort of stand up straight and I can sort of hear the lyrics to the music. I can also probably hear the words being spoken or perhaps they’re really being sang. I take a few steps...
August 2009
4 posts
The Examination Of Certain Behaviors
The polar bear sits atop his thin floating block of ice, looking across the horizon and across the sheets of broken icebergs. He looks across the frozen waters and penguins and he looks to be at peace. The expression on his face seems like that of certainty. The polar bear seems to be waiting, but how can one be so sure? he floats along on his iceberg, not moving a muscle on his face, his arms or...
Cereal
I’ve tasted the box that has no flavor Tasted the ones that mush up later Sweetened up what was already fine Felt all the sugar creep up my spine
I’ve gotten prizes and gotten full Can’t say I’ve never cheated, that’s bull! I’ve had the sugars rush to my head zappin’ and sappin’ me, makin’ me dead!
I’ve cut up my mouth, the tongue and...
A Work In Progress
The painter spins his brush into an off white blob of paint from his make-shift pallet. Swirling it around and staring at two places at once, he finally smears the shape of an oval onto his canvas. He looks at his model as she sits and patiently she smiles from afar. The painter returns the gesture as he is filling in the oval he made prior. Quickly, he evens out the paint until the entirety of...
Another Sonic Revival
I lay in the backyard, a contorted mess of cotton and skin, staring up at the night sky. Headphones on, eyes affixed upwards staring into an abyss. But a few seconds passed until a streak of light shot between the flecks of white littering above. The plinking of a harp whispering through my headphones was complimenting the strings of debris in the sky beautifully. The more stars raced across the...
July 2009
2 posts
a letter to a friend
This is a letter to somebody this is a letter to nobody this is what I have done and this is what you will do this is the center this is the end artistic freedom creative bend This is a letter to a good friend this is art for what it’s meant if all that does matter finishes in the end its what you make of it, to whatever extent it’s a search, it’s an answer it’s...
7/19/09
finders keepers
May 2009
7 posts
A Poem
Look at them all in a row Do not touch, they’re all for show Look at them stacked up all straight Do not look, not in this state
Bile - 4/17/09 Draft
Rotting skin festers in front of my face Caused by diseases nobody can trace Fingers and tendons now all out of place Permanent marks I can’t wish to erase
Melting teeth pool where my tongue used to rest Molars too soft and too old to digest Intestines and liver all covered in mold However still working as they are told
Organs are soggy with overdue bile Locks of hair wilt in fashionable...
The Trip
The coyote sings, it tries to impress Its octaves cling onto tonal distress Its vocal cords sear, entice, and depress Its moonlit ballad too big to digress Rhythm and harmony don’t mean a thing To the hound’s night sonata fastened with string Static streets stage the public performance Confident concert of feigned importance
The Trip (As it is)
“These roads entice us,” said the Coyote’s carcass The scabs clot his fur, keeping blood at its darkest Suppose this prophet has something to send I could lie about hearing, I could also pretend Enjoying the traps that another forged Across cracks and potholes, raindrop storage
Gasoline tank jealous for affection Gasoline tank overzealous for direction Little needle always...
The Inventor
Standing at the peak of my own mountain, Looking across as I dance around and Smile at the space between the thorn rivers Weak in the face as its cramped from rigors
The flying thing I never created, Flying thing left a mission belated. Fly across clouds if the wings kept rigid, Freeze between clouds, storing blueprints frigid.
Opposite top entices with treasure, Broken machines from excessive...
5/13/09
The man fumbles in his left pocket before handing me his violet lighter. I thank him before turning around and cupping my hand around the tiny flame.
“It’s a weak lighter,” said the man as I wrestled with the ignition wheel.
One strike. No.
Two strike. No.
”Might I also say: quit now while its easy.”
Strike three, there it goes.
I hand back the light and nod...
What did I have to do
for this to happen? Nothing, apparently.
April 2009
5 posts
4/20/09
Regretful, only after the fact Racing through, speed intact Only wishing to never lack Keeping my ever important pact
Lost inside a backwards maze Rode aboard the carriage, ablaze Purposeless regrets set aside for later Convincing myself, the greatest debater
Lost in a circular timeline Keeping the beast benign Always appearing fine Encouraging the blind
The crystal ball tries to convince I...
The Survivor
The crackling of the firewood was amplified by echoes bouncing off of the jagged walls in the cave. He sat there, hungry, tired, filthy and alone. Looking outside the gaping entrance of the cave, rain was crashing down, making chatter and echoes. The fire was big but it would get smaller. “This fire can’t die down,” thought the survivor to himself. “Now the wood outside is...
Surprise Attack
A new battle is soon, or so I hear Why do I hesitate? What do I fear? Clutching my rifle, gut full of beer Brain in a jumble at enemies leer
I speak to the captain, “I want to be first.” “We will see,” he replies with a violent thirst. “This battle’s a stalemate!” I say, ready to burst. “Patience,” he whispers, his tone at its worst
I...
KIDWAR
4/3/09
“It starts out with me speaking to one of my friends, Sebastian. As I speak to him, I am foreseeing everything. Everything is reminding me of a Steven Spielburg movie. Soon, I appear at the grocery store. Instead of working, they decide they are going to renovate the store, which the management brings to my attention as I am sitting outside. A voice booms from an intercom outside...
Two Dreams
The Alien Dream
4/1/09
“I dreamt that I was playing in a ‘Fallout 3’ type [video] game. I was an alien and along with me, I had a companion (I think he was also an alien). I don’t remember much else aside from some crazy murderous wrench who tried killing me while I was weaponless. Afterwards, I accidentally shot my companion in the head which prompted me to re-load my...
March 2009
5 posts
3.30.09
As I sit here on my fake leather computer chair, I contemplate my past few months. It seems that I’ve got a fairly satisfying, stable and enjoyable job. At this point, money is not a problem, except for the fact that I can never save it up. I always have a steady income, with my bank account staying the same linear amount for weeks at a time. I am doing fairly well in my community college...