March 2011
1 post
reaching for a love of everything
I’m waiting outside McDonald’s. We’ve just gotten off of the subway at Union Square. My friends needed to use a bathroom after pregaming on the train to Penn so we stopped here. It seems the cashier is giving them a hard time, not one of the ten have come outside in a while. A friend of mine named Neal is waiting with me. He is smoking a menthol cigarette. The wind picks up suddenly. I cross my...
January 2011
1 post
'11
a hand
graze
gaze up
with nothing
high
where
is 2010
?
December 2010
2 posts
yellow jacket / flying insect / traps
uncooked meat
for flies
1” of lemonade for
yellow jackets -
at least fifteen struggled.
a wing
or 4 legs
caught -
the others not
gripping
before they’re really in
they try
hard
but the free limbs fail
they succumb to goo in a jar
hanging from a branch filled by a janitor
at 6:35 am
to prevent
the use of an epi pen
or leftover pizza crust and fries
in the dumpster
behind
the...
high and
chewing spearmint gum
at 4:24 AM
in the next six
eight to ten
hours i’ll be
stretching out on
new grass somewhere
in a corner
of my mind
while an 8-bit
siren sits set to remind me
that the sun has
come up
again
and it’s the 18th now
somehow the blankets
didn’t collect warmth
throughout the night basking
in the sun
in a dream that ended
too soon.
when I walk out to...
July 2010
1 post
7-9, at the wake, 07/17/10
antonio
twenty-four
ever
in a half open
casket
wax mannequin hands
show preservation
is still
unnatural
imperfect
a mouth sewn
Shut
eyes closed
the rosary beads seem
tacky
some dated superstition
that can’t help him
now,
never could,
but the stuffed
elephant in scrubs
is a nice touch
and
the temporary
tattoo of a purple duck
with a halo
on his right forearm
i focused on...
May 2010
2 posts
7
a late night
at a diner with two people
i’m close to
theorizing about
future events
non-events
relations and a new way to
perceive
and exist as a
conglomerate
‘i hate our country
but love it’
as a stage for nights spent with close
ones
over chicken fingers
fries a milkshake for
3
and french toast
reminders of
importance and the
definers of existence
as
things i
can’t...
21
some-one stitched a monkey on
a bathtowel that hangs
from the railing on my shower
door some -
where i have never seen a
place i don’t know
what life is like
there existence is foreign
alien
separate
not unlike what
life is like here
i take my grandmother
shopping once a week usually
Saturdays we pile things into
my car (food without value
and my cousin in Manhattan...
April 2010
4 posts
to kiss the worms goodnight
kool enough to die but not
kill I take my doctor’s green
pill
drink tea
as the sharks swim through vases of
flowers
ten times around they go
twenty
searching for my sissy
heart
in a freak May night in
Los Angeles
Sunday
somebody playing
Beethoven
I sit behind pulled shades
in ambush
as ambitious men with new automobiles and
new blondes
command the streets
I sit in a...
5
laying in the shower
water spraying from the head
onto my knees
and thighs
i am still the same as i have always been
motivation hasn’t gotten easier to latch
onto. i am still a late sleeper
this is the first time i’ve washed my self in a week
i still jack off
i have a beard now,
my slack can be measured
in stray hairs. when i do
shave i always miss
something wearisome
days are...
1
i see the age -
the lines are
clear and there
is disgust in a
face.
how human i feel.
low to exhaustion
a lack
draining the life
potential. two eyes
look appalled looking
down
at me)
from the foot of my
bed. (looking only
in this classroom all that I can focus
on is the reflection of the
clouds moving in
a window.
glass panes, 3 across show
the race. clouds catch up to one
another and blend where
the panes meet and make this last hour
and twenty minutes
seem so wasteful.
November 2009
1 post
I quietly slipped my shoes on and
waited for my ride to school.
I stared at the floor’s blue tile.
my head slumped.
I listened to your breathing
and forgot.
before long you lurched to life.
vomit (see)ping
from (you)
r m(out)h,
as you reached for the
garbage beside your new bed
you turned your head and looked at
to) me.
I can’t remember if you said anything.
October 2009
2 posts
the lit end flares up
with each drag.
flicking ashes to the ground;
waiting idly, inhaling -
once
in a while -
as it slowly
burns,
down to the filter.
July 2009
1 post
what are these long black lines
dividing the sky?
I want to see the whole sky!
with an unobstructed view -
(unless blocked by a bird;
leaf flutters; cloud drifts)
I want to see the whole sky!
withoutrows.
(dividelessly blue.
pink orange
black gold)
I want to see the whole sky!
(but the world is online.
elec
tric)ked into seeing a world
in rows -
organized.
I want
to see...
June 2009
1 post
part. the days like messy hair
s tan ding on: end,
that won’t be kept
down.
workandtakeandsleep
and wake -
(and somewhere in between:
fuck and drug and watch TV.
and maybe dream, before quickly returning
to another. standing. day) -
and work.
and take.
repeat.
these the days of a cow-
licked style and people.
weeks,months,years,lives!
standing.
on end.
that keep thitselves...
May 2009
1 post
most mornings
despite the alarms,
sun peeking through shades,
I roll over instead
to return to a desert
with a friend on my back.
walk for miles over dunes, through canyons -
not even a hint of a shortness of breath,
or a thirst of the throat or the soul, or of sweat-
her hands brushing lightly the skin of my collar,
lips tickle the back of my neck.
she pulls close and I...