February 2012
4 posts
every day
is every day
i would rather be a stateless man of God
than to be a Godless man of state
in my travels
i have found
that there are more people willing to accept a god
than there are people willing to accept what that god says
how i came to be like this
what i wanted was a goddess
to be prostrate before
but i could not be humble
so she chopped off my head
January 2012
4 posts
religion is dead
but god still breathes
man will pay any price for certain knowledge.
even this planet will not last forever.
how many times a day do you think about death, and the fact that you will, maybe soon, die? does this thought ever come upon you without fear. or is it always a cold thing in the pit of your stomach. do you try to imagine what it will be like? that last moment of breath. i do, but it is all in vain. no matter how many times i dream of that bridge, there is no way of knowing it’s weight until...
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the end of philosophy
the end of every philosophy is action
the end of every action is known only to god
December 2011
5 posts
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there is always a woman on the flying trapeze. there is always one who will run you clean through, and one who will come to stitch you up again. there is always a woman to be read like a book in an unknown language which you try your best to understand by context. there is always a woman. coming or going. mocking you with her stolen oranges. leaving her innards on the bedroom floor. always, there...
we have been building the tower of babel
and it seems that we climbed all this way just to fall
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how many centuries of skin have i swallowed
just standing here waiting for my light to turn green
rejoicing
i shouted hallelujah and felt my whole soul jump
like a slave from the ship
to take his chances in the water
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a painting for pavorst
there is a figure here
but i can’t make it out
so i listen with patience
to what the colors suggest
November 2011
1 post
what the black boy saw on a saturday night
supermarket visions of the end of the world
everybody’s face just like a mask on halloween
and the vines creeping over all the ruins of the buildings
i stood there for a beat too long
and she asked me if i wanted cash back
no
thank you
have a good day
i believe i have just peaked underneath your skin
and i saw your body in an oakwood casket
being lowered slowly
into the...
October 2011
3 posts
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fragment of a letter to a friend
..a living planet orbiting a slowly dying star, spinning on its axis in the vastness of space.
carta a un pajaro
sometimes i think about your bones
and how they are all so much smaller than mine
-dex
September 2011
2 posts
as vast as the void of maria
so i write you stories from a place called california and i sign them all with the year that i was born. and you read them and tell me you don’t see. you read them and you tell me you don’t see a thing at all. that my prose is so dense that at times it doesn’t speak. that it might as well be written in a language lost to the ages. that it might as well be words of wisdom dripping...
stop
trying
to
be
August 2011
4 posts
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the secrets of clocks
there won’t be children
or birthday cake
or any more parties where we go dancing
just rooms full of old men staring into each other
wearing time on their faces
knowing the secrets of clocks
untitled
it just comes out like that
not like vomit
but like blood from a hemophiliac’s wound
platelet by platelet
until an ocean appears
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and then she said
long black hair
and nape of my neck
just like people never say
but like writers always write
thou shalt not covet
don’t be foolish
wishing you were somebody else
or thinking life might be better as a bird
birds get hunted for sport
and other people get miserable
and ache in ways you couldn’t bear
and children must be bathed and fed
until they can do it for themselves
and worms get scarce
and mortgages are a mess
and nobody is living your dream life but you
so be glad
and be...
July 2011
1 post
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and i loved her
she was stink and rot
and putrefaction
a suppurating wound
on a pile of maggot ridden meat
something already for the worms
she was warm
and oozing
and leprous to the teeth
she was an ocean of pathogens
infested with death
and i begged her to let me swim
she was tuberous flesh
egg white and runny-yellow eyes
fevers and viscous dripping
she was gang banged gangrene
covered in...
June 2011
5 posts
1 tag
no potions neccessary
yesterday i fell in lust with a witch
bird bones
sharp beak
pale belly
spotted feathers
tiny teeth
steel spirit
and her darkness drew me in
but the light lead me away
roman numerals (I)
i am suddenly aware of all the time passing
the clock counting down
the hours being spent
used up
and given away
and i can’t help but wonder
if we really did have a good time
and whether or not it was worth what we paid
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untitled/unfinished short story #1
as they talked, he began to understand the truth. their life was in a rut. they had begun to live the same day over and over again. somewhere along the line they had drifted. neither one of them pulling ahead of the other. the problem was not that she had changed and he hadn’t. the problem was that they had both stayed exactly the same.
he had seen this coming of course. but the problem with...
the most embarrassing thing that ever happened to me
was this one time
when i ripped my mother’s flesh open
hairless, blind and ignorant
expecting someone to answer my every cry
the world is full of hummingbirds trying to gather sustenance from barbed wire
May 2011
1 post
April 2011
4 posts
i don't wanna dance anymore
i wanna sink my feet through the floor and watch school children carve words into my chest while the birds sing songs about catching the early worm. i wanna stand in one place and watch the world go by, and feel the ants go marching two by two. i wanna bleed sweet blood for your baby’s young teeth and be your shelter from the coming rain. i wanna change my hair and cut it all off in autumn...
i think we're making progress
everywhere there is the hum of electric wires
neon signs
and street lamps
and the stillness has been defeated
and the quiet has gone out
where are we going
my father saw a man take a leap from a building
and he thought he might fly
until he saw him hit the ground
escape now if you can
once upon time we danced like horny strangers
strained fabric and hands in the cookie jar
in clubs full of cigarettes and the thrill of possibility
all of our potential diminishing in that place
the stars in our eyes going out
until we have ended up here
at the end of it all
and there is just a faint glimmer that remains
March 2011
1 post
the end is near.
i see your house of cards collapsing
your dominoes all set to fall
January 2011
3 posts
you can no longer sell me your bill of fake goods
for I have ceased to long for that which can be purchased
Sometimes I try to use the force.
I have been faithful to whores.
i have turned out my pockets for the promise of pleasure
and i have fallen for every single dulcinea
professing that her dung heap smelled the sweetest
thinking i could find myself somewhere in her sex
or better yet lose myself in there
i have lusted the witch
been used by the nymph
and with greed in my heart i have made cuckolds of other men
December 2010
6 posts
i DesiRe to SeE GOD
there I go telling stories again
hoping someone will listen well enough to hear the truth
I turn to Dust.
and the day wrote itself
hands gripping pens across america
setting down sadness and all her cousins
upon blank white pages
and blue lined notebooks
flowing blood into voids and giving life
will this sustain you paper heart?
or do you hunger yet for the tips still wet
to drain themselves in this pursuit
for some young lean thing with heavy dreams
to draw road maps in concrete
well...
Your youth is burning as the years wax on
When The LEaveS fall
Rake them.
November 2010
2 posts
i sent her to the graveyard to dig up Stones for...
how is this to be communicated?
motion and emotion
something kicking at the back of your skull like babies in the womb
waiting to be born
September 2010
2 posts
what it's like to talk to my friend in the window
calling up and shouting down
we speak of things unknown to them
but felt
freedom starts in places that can't be touched
and finally the key was turned and he was loosed from his prisons
July 2010
2 posts
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a reading of the poem Childhood Development.
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Childhood Development
ragged and raging
in darkness pressed against her skin
a saint to your elders
an elder to your saints
behind the pink door
aging well
still able to sing my heart
kill it she said
this won’t last but i will love you through
- life is not waiting -
she stained him a purple mess
never the same note
a music of scents
the taste of iron in my mouth
spit
cum everywhere
and a...