Stand firm, Stanford--for you are the Cardinals,
full of bulls-eye-students and blondes and Asians
already come home. All ready home.
28 October 2008
24 October 2008
Literally The Best Thing Ever Written (Pt. 1)
boredom / freedom
adore them, bleach them, spores
on them - there’s more on ‘em
but that’s just the epilogue’s momma-
grin: i’m like the heaviest sediment -
along - again;
-- "A longer row, a longer trim," says Farmer Jim --
one day dirt, the next: Grey’s
impediment (Spearmint is running from the President
& i’m so filled with precedents) i meant, antidepressants, clay
or simple earthlike material our evidence.
(oh, soil: too many adjectives: adetrimental element to setting
agenda vernacular in elegance,
t e m p e r a m e n t
E X P E R I M E N T
like Vulcan’s wolves
are spectacularly delicate,
prehensile predators of testament).
the next day preciously i define rivers like large-
mouth bass trophies: oh, how the fireman's trophies
light up the glen,
that fat posh gym) to print out some mint julep’s
and fake orgasms in public (with me elsewhere
your wherever hair the color of the atmosphere) all
this -- these shenanigans, again! -- out of sheer boredom
or lament, ...or gin.
23 October 2008
A Man's World
This is a manic's world, after all,
folder open, carrion on
the grill, Bill, just flew it on that big hangar rig
yesteryear, I swear...
...I suggest puppet patterns with the best of them, supposedly all I have to do is trumpet and a bird comes
Like thumbs learning to be green rather than being born so, so, so... shameless,
coming out of the womb alive and shiny and brine
saltflats belie flats of salty slats, crustacean fossils,
sediment, tectonic--oh,
when you talk about the crust, just
remove it Ruby, just undress your chest
with treatures unheard of and holy words
under the breath... i'm already here and I've
never been nearer to
next to nothing.
And yes, I'm not bluffing.
Believe In That Thing
Bloglife cinema and relaxation
my creation being: having no limitations.
for what this format is good.
plastic tables are surprisingly sturdy.
orange girls are all the rage at State U., apparently.
...although what's funny is: they look like Oompa-Loompas.
cannot imagine the mental gymnastics involved: "Boy, my hue, as churlish as it is not--meaning, were we Victorian-era, I'd be fashionably porcelain since you shall never see my skin working in the cotton fields--it could really use a digustingly fake orange Tint."
When I was young I went to an arcade called "Tilt." I never thought about this before, I don't believe, but it was a really good name. Tilt. I makes me a little sad to think that the first thing the word brings to mind now is: DRUGS. I.e. being tilted by them. Well, was the earth ever perfectly level? The answer, I think is yes and no: Yes we were selling it, but no, it wasn't blow.
...actually, though, the earth is practically perfectly flat in Champaign, IL and throughout the Land of Lincoln.
(If I'm going to have somebody take a seat next to me at a coffee shop, it sure as shit isn't going to be an old lady or a dad with his toddler. Fuck)
...so, we Midwesterners, by which I mean: Me-- ...I was raised to expect this leveledness. The earth isn't supposed to tilt or cram itself up into unimaginable mountains without grumbling. Sure the earth rumbles but I've only really felt it once and thought in my half-awake state that it was the residents BELOW were having spirited premarital relations. Like I said I was half-asleep.
I come from the prairie. Although it took me until about 1 week ago--which is to say, 24-some years, many of them the formative variety on the self-same plains of the Fighting Illini--the sunset really does turn Orange and Blue. Brilliant orange and blue and a million screaming derivatives of twilight beauty.
The first question I will ask my wife will be: "Are you the kind of person without whom I couldn't imagine watching the sunset? Or watch it without you--and be sad? I'm always sad..."
...when I watch the sunset, she said.
...Drugs.
...Anyway, it--Tilt--was just an oasis of childhood where I played the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle game. I eventually beat it several times, but only at birthday parties where we got an absurd amount of tokens.
...You know those parents who gave their kids more tokens at their birthday party? There were always a lot of parents like that. At the risk of over-stating my point: FUCK THEM. Fuck them, fuck them, fuck them, even if they're celibate. They are the kind of people who produce kids who don't like dogs. Or Dougs. Or, more importantly: ME.
Peace.
my creation being: having no limitations.
for what this format is good.
plastic tables are surprisingly sturdy.
orange girls are all the rage at State U., apparently.
...although what's funny is: they look like Oompa-Loompas.
cannot imagine the mental gymnastics involved: "Boy, my hue, as churlish as it is not--meaning, were we Victorian-era, I'd be fashionably porcelain since you shall never see my skin working in the cotton fields--it could really use a digustingly fake orange Tint."
When I was young I went to an arcade called "Tilt." I never thought about this before, I don't believe, but it was a really good name. Tilt. I makes me a little sad to think that the first thing the word brings to mind now is: DRUGS. I.e. being tilted by them. Well, was the earth ever perfectly level? The answer, I think is yes and no: Yes we were selling it, but no, it wasn't blow.
...actually, though, the earth is practically perfectly flat in Champaign, IL and throughout the Land of Lincoln.
(If I'm going to have somebody take a seat next to me at a coffee shop, it sure as shit isn't going to be an old lady or a dad with his toddler. Fuck)
...so, we Midwesterners, by which I mean: Me-- ...I was raised to expect this leveledness. The earth isn't supposed to tilt or cram itself up into unimaginable mountains without grumbling. Sure the earth rumbles but I've only really felt it once and thought in my half-awake state that it was the residents BELOW were having spirited premarital relations. Like I said I was half-asleep.
I come from the prairie. Although it took me until about 1 week ago--which is to say, 24-some years, many of them the formative variety on the self-same plains of the Fighting Illini--the sunset really does turn Orange and Blue. Brilliant orange and blue and a million screaming derivatives of twilight beauty.
The first question I will ask my wife will be: "Are you the kind of person without whom I couldn't imagine watching the sunset? Or watch it without you--and be sad? I'm always sad..."
...when I watch the sunset, she said.
...Drugs.
...Anyway, it--Tilt--was just an oasis of childhood where I played the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle game. I eventually beat it several times, but only at birthday parties where we got an absurd amount of tokens.
...You know those parents who gave their kids more tokens at their birthday party? There were always a lot of parents like that. At the risk of over-stating my point: FUCK THEM. Fuck them, fuck them, fuck them, even if they're celibate. They are the kind of people who produce kids who don't like dogs. Or Dougs. Or, more importantly: ME.
Peace.
Blog wonks (Epilogue)
So blog-like tonight, expanding like
turtle fingers inching on-
ward, the onion Backwards (on the
prison bus word wearing
meaningless features like
topography).
turtle fingers inching on-
ward, the onion Backwards (on the
prison bus word wearing
meaningless features like
topography).
22 October 2008
The Newsman's Arrival
I. Winter.
latest snowfall soon comes
mushroom moons and loons strumming
us to sleep with sleep's eye, her fur brush;
tomorrow's meal isn't mush yet, not much
for us guests already
but enough to not discuss
instead, the details of the war:
These people are staking
claims for pastures and steaks.
Thus, This must be done.
while rabbits hide in the bushes,
like us incapable of fake-blushing
or erasing what is not in us
to begin with:
there are so many arguments,
i cannot finish a sentence.
latest snowfall soon comes
mushroom moons and loons strumming
us to sleep with sleep's eye, her fur brush;
tomorrow's meal isn't mush yet, not much
for us guests already
but enough to not discuss
instead, the details of the war:
These people are staking
claims for pastures and steaks.
Thus, This must be done.
while rabbits hide in the bushes,
like us incapable of fake-blushing
or erasing what is not in us
to begin with:
there are so many arguments,
i cannot finish a sentence.
17 October 2008
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