Friday, August 28, 2009

Monday, August 24, 2009


there is something missing from the words of Christ:
but there is constant confusion in the disciples,
up until His resurrection.
And even after, that unfortunate rift between Paul and Barnabas.
Christ has shared all our burdens.
Does He know what it's like to be confused?
I don't know,
but I know I don't want confusion
and the words of Christ dispel it
and then all the Christian bullshit doesn't matter.

found these from turkey/greece '08

Sunday, August 23, 2009

I should go to bed. I got four hours of sleep and before that I was awake for 24. Now it's three fifty three in the morning and I'm sitting on the porch listening to crickets. They're loud tonight. They have a good tone. They're just like us, making a lot of noise and commotion to try and find another who hears, who will hear. who likes their sound.

but not me,
I'm silent
and all the noise
in all the world
all of it
will never wake me
up again,
it will take a

Ha! someone tell me to stop being a bitch when I write like that.

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Once I read a poem where coleridge compared something to a sieve. If I knew what a sieve was, I'd use words like that in my poetry too.
At the end of the day,
life is like a sieve;
you can only wonder
what the fuck it is.

Thursday, August 13, 2009


the heart is a fantastic muscle

it never stops

(until it stops)

I’m sitting dozing on and off

with the zsound of a relentless line of boxcars.

now it sojunds like thunder.

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

go to this

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

the woman of the drain

Saturday, August 1, 2009

5:11 AM

5:11 AM mostly finished cleaning the gobs of flesh out of the back of my car, any I missed will probably cook when the light on the horizon turns into the day's heat. whoever he was, the anonymous man with the 10-inch wrist laceration to the bone, I hope he does alright. His friend who told the cops they were fucking pigs for asking too many questions when he was only trying to get to the hospital was a good friend. When he said that, the cops threw open their batons, cuffed him, bullied him.
"give him a break he's just trying to help his friend."
"No, step back. Why is your car parked in the middle of the road. Get it out of here. Why are you still here?"
"because my back seat is covered in blood and I'll need to take this gentleman to meet his friend at the hospital."
"well he's going to jail."
Cops threaten jail a lot even when they know they won't deliver. They had nothing to keep him on.