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Wednesday, November 22nd, 2006

(no matter what they say)

Subject:for madison
Time:6:31 am.
some vessels are
just ships
sailing into sunsets
or some other place where
a glow can sink like a marble into a
vat of gelatin.

on the equator, a line melts.
faced with the onset of;
physical elements-
the unknown, looms on radar.

find a place on the globe,
lick your finger
to catch wind of who might be
on the same wavelength.

Tuesday, November 21st, 2006

(no matter what they say)

Subject: siren of eastern amber glowing resin float
Time:1:20 am.
Mood: awake.
if you think it's worth saving

bookmark what you want to

go back

and listen-rabbit-eared ()

pitch the frequency that moves the most rocks


burn or cross and photographs ///

of architecture and the smiles that flashed

a bulb of a classic design.

i think you are modern in your ways

and then i think you are ancient

with cave drawings on the console

of your vapid automobile.

there are boats that float the tongues

of watery lingo. to look in the mouth

of a foaming sea is keep the gaze

of sailors.

Saturday, November 18th, 2006

(no matter what they say)

Subject:a woe. to hault some carriage.
Time:8:38 pm.
we have packed, precisely enough items,
to bring a horse to it's knees.

Wednesday, November 15th, 2006

(no matter what they say)

Subject:rest assured, i'm not coming back.
Time:12:42 pm.
Mood: determined.
we planted chamomile
on your grave.
so you could sleep forever.

Wednesday, November 8th, 2006

( 2 beautiful sighs |no matter what they say)

Subject:this is nothing.
Time:10:34 am.
Mood: apathetic.
despite the fact that my journal is nothing but sentimental, pretentious garbage...
i've publicized it again.
fuck, it's who i am.

one day i'll be nobody.
we all will.

Monday, October 23rd, 2006

( 3 beautiful sighs |no matter what they say)

Subject:I cannot be responsible, for any memories you have kept intact.
Time:5:39 pm.
Flattered by your wild scramble,
to paste a memory on a tumbling wall.
I am peeling off the label
you so clumsily slapped
on my bottle.
I cannot drink for two,
unless I am alone.

By candlelight,
I can erase things I have created.
By dawn they have faded
to pastel drawings
that smudge.
I can only paint you
while you are not standing still.
So, keep moving.
I can blur the image
to suit us both.

Thursday, September 14th, 2006

( 1 beautiful sigh |no matter what they say)

Time:5:09 pm.

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( 1 beautiful sigh |no matter what they say)

Time:5:16 am.
-The Colors of Elevation Pale in Comparison
to Any Photograph of Where We've Been-

indifference shades the map
with relief for tired eyes.
pitted, the stops mark ways -
to find local spots within our hearts.

(there is no safe haven for people like us.)

un faltered, we wet our whistle and purse lips
to hail taxis that go deep inside valleys.
buildings mimic mountains,
with lakes for windows.
reflecting cool blue and grey.

(unfrozen, a deer chases an airplane.)

-underground, a whole city covered in ash
hums and ticks.
a mechanical bull throws a girl under a bus.

someone finds a way in,
evading a paid tour.

(i've been lost
under a blanket of smog
with lepers and satellite eyed.
fine tuning my frequency to broadcast
a movement for silence.)

above ground, we walk on glass blocks,
light gets trapped.
plumbing is elevated.

children play in fountains, despite the cool climate.

(laughing we found our way
without knowing where we were.)

you've said i've a map inside my head
but i think it's black and white.

Sunday, June 25th, 2006

(no matter what they say)

Subject:ARE YOU IN OR ARE YOU OUT? (Auf'd)
Time:2:10 am.
you can curl up in a ball at my feet,
forget how to run.
or carry your own weight,
like a mule dressed for war.

Sunday, May 28th, 2006

(no matter what they say)

Time:4:08 am.
i think most people hardly know each other.
we are bad at gifts.
sometimes, a name gets misspelled.
so and so,
i miss you.
i don't know why but i do.

Wednesday, March 1st, 2006

(no matter what they say)

Subject: -He Cried Wolf and She Said Bunny-
Time:1:23 pm.
He cried wolf and she said bunny.
I find comfort in darkness.
There is a shadow that stretches from New Jersey to wherever you are.
I trace it in my down time.
They say the quickest route is always in a straight line...
But i am not so sure.
They say that animals can always find their way home, even when stranded in foreign lands.
I want to take advice from birds.
I want to hone my skills until they float me like a water lily on this river of sadness.
I want to fall back and not worry if there is someone to catch me.

Tuesday, December 6th, 2005

(no matter what they say)

Time:1:54 am.
I had to bury the ax
under your pillow
and with her cheek against it's coolness
put it to rest.

Monday, October 10th, 2005

(no matter what they say)

Time:7:22 pm.
maybe the next time we have lunch
it will be silent.
there will be no mexican babies screaming over nachos grande.
just the sound of us
chewing in sync.

Sunday, October 9th, 2005

(no matter what they say)

Subject:The Vastness of You and Me Versus Your Machine
Time:5:59 am.
I can't stop myself from calling.
Something gets lost, loose fingers dial no one answers.
-Alone with an answering machine.
Dial tones are colder than any pale beeping I can imagine.
Now, listening to the sound of your voice -
filtered by rain and poised by measured words.
Your message irks me.
But I am easily irked,
terse in language barriers, stiff with obsession.
I know things I shouldn't. About you.
I look in places where only ugly things grow.
I feed them with dirt rich in nutrients,
chemicals false in promises.
There is nothing to come from this greenhouse, this incubator of sorrow.

I am a gardener, a painter of houses.
A priestess standing on the beach with no clergy.
-You are a flesh eating plant, an insect with iridescent wings,
sea glass for eyes and a buzzing that's reminiscent of the sounds of the universe.
Slowly digesting and breathing in and out.

There is an erosion only known to man through love.
The slow eating away of beauty through beauty.
And we rebuild constantly.
We call upon teams of environmentalists, students and wild animals.
We place orange tape around our nests.
We fall asleep once again to the sound of the sea, the gentle breathing in and out.
The buzzing of insects.
The vastness of you and me.

Thursday, June 9th, 2005

(no matter what they say)

Subject:The Materialization of Realism in a Dream.
Time:12:57 pm.
I am in-between Heaven
and Hell
and there you are.

Wednesday, May 11th, 2005

(no matter what they say)

Subject:I am overdue.
Time:1:06 am.
I put my heart in the drop box
along with the movies you asked me to return.
We weren't finished with them but
love is too taxing, we can't afford any more fees.

(no matter what they say)

Subject:The Inherent Sense Of Direction Some Possess
Time:1:04 am.
You said - there are no boundaries
(we need to set boundaries)
And I thought - what about these walls?
We've knocked down, punched holes in,
hung pictures on.
What about these walls?
But I say nothing.
Meanwhile, my internal compass
does a back flip
landing on south.

Sunday, February 27th, 2005

( 1 beautiful sigh |no matter what they say)

Subject:-When the Expectation of Things Dies-
Time:11:48 pm.
We will be like birds
eternally flying south
for the winter.

Monday, February 21st, 2005

(no matter what they say)

Subject:- Profundity is lost by Cynicism -
Time:11:47 am.
She is naive in thinking she can touch the ones who are near.
But beautiful, someone far away will be moved.
Perhaps that step will bring as all that much closer to something great.

Wednesday, January 5th, 2005

( 1 beautiful sigh |no matter what they say)

Subject:Fuck it
Time:11:56 am.
Tough love backfires.
Like a mustang on Hell's Highway.

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