Tuesday, August 31, 2010


We are
memery in static
boring sex transmissions
life is on
internet is brain
zero off

radio speak
and ENIAC grumbles
like Socrates


and language is
dots on paper
in a sky


-August 30th, 2010

Monday, August 23, 2010

as far as I am concerned,
this post will not be read, and if it is
it will not be read
by anyone
in the immediate vicinity of the event
which will be described,
so all words put down
or put up
will not mean anything really
which is the interesting nature of everything
it doesn't really mean anything


Tuesday, August 10, 2010

No longer is it an act of God.

No longer is it an act of God.
I’d ask a question
but your collective mouths might vomit
and kill me
from this moon so wrapped
in a false habit.

you drank too much
and called too much to a ghost
with a paper plate face and
you swore too much
along a lifeless freeway
while I smoked endlessly.

The chirps are only nice
when we are drunk
So drunk is what we’ll be
and if the sun rises
And we hate ourselves
then we will hate ourselves
but forget to hate the booze
and he’ll scurry away, with all our treasures
he’s taken
to the bottom shelf
until the sun goes down once more.

Pass me a drink, you bastard
because I don’t want to hate you
but it’s hard not to
when I’m sober.

-August 10th, 2010