Tuesday, July 27, 2010

long day of absolutely nothing

Alice came to a fork in the road. "Which road do I take?" she asked.
"Where do you want to go?" responded the Cheshire cat.
"I don't know," Alice answered.
"Then," said the cat, "it doesn't matter."
~Lewis Carroll

There is evidence in the limited senses. The blinking of space ships, and martian-mormons riding by on their bicycles with capsule-like helmets. These are the things we cling to.

Sometimes the questions are complicated and the answers are simple. ~Dr Seuss

The aliens are everywhere, breathing like ghosts, they haunt the moments where the apples fail to fall.



When you look into an abyss, the abyss also looks into you. ~Friedrich Nietzche

Monday, July 19, 2010

Sunday, July 18, 2010

Clean out your locker kid, you're the new king


And fleetingly it seemed to him
That in between one eye blink and the next
Time paused, allowing time to be installed
Within that countless interim,
Coiled up, on hold,
A memory predicted and recalled.
-Stephen Edgar


Monday, June 28, 2010

Lossssss

Speed pressing objects togeather, momentum turning everything slippery and gray.
-Tim O'Brien

Out of dust, like golems,
God created man and woman,
and cast them into chance.
-Paul Hoover


and I can follow the darkness into the night

boldly voicing the hollows it creates

I don't need some moon to howl

or some distant trumpet to charge

all the worlds boldness curled up into a moment

just a spark

the squint of an eye

or the sloppy swing of hips


and I can see things to their end

some flower bloomed and collapsed

in a heap of dampness

I can see her to the door...

Or to my room

either way

the world batters itself against the windows

and I am selfish

to its moaning

Slackers Supple Breeze blowing you're way

Friday, June 4, 2010

Once in a quadruple

If I am going to be drowned--

if I am going to be drowned--if I am going to be drowned, why, in the
name of the seven mad gods who rule the sea, was I allowed to come thus
far and contemplate sand and trees?

-Stephen Crane



We stand in semi-circles
smiling sad
all shifting feet and gilded promises
about staying in touch
as if our camaraderie
could span the distance