n1258

May 31, 2010

My trash can is full of my heart,
and my head is full of trash.


Long Train.

May 16, 2010

My Green Floor

May 16, 2010

look at all these notebooks
I have them scattered out on my green floor.
Weathered and bare in spots
scratches of age and movement.
Dragging and sliding
rubbing and walking.
I’m digging, you see.
through all this paper
and ink
to find something real.
Something that doesn’t just scratch
and rub.
Just something other than
scratches.
Something more than a shadow
of a shadow of a thought.
Something better than letters,
Pens, and these God DAMN SCRATCHES.
The wood is bare
in places.
The paint is lifted
and my green floor is
a motley brown and green
Like a dormant lawn in early spring.


Empty Mirror

May 15, 2010

It’s weird when you realize the person you thought you knew best
isn’t at all who they said they were,
It’s even weirder when that person
is the blank stare in the mirror.


Untitled (11/4/2007)

May 15, 2010

Everyone has nice tv’s
I don’t want a tv.
Everyone has nice cars,
I smashed mine.


So Lets Be

May 10, 2010

are we just the paid slaves
that the industry craves?
Or are we dreamers
who pick at the seams
until we free ourselves?
And dream
until we meet ourselves?
Somewhere beyond the sleeper cells,
and hidden under the blackest sails.

I want to be free, you want to be free, so lets be.


[insert clever title here]

May 1, 2010

I’ve go this secret question maybe,
it’s been forever since you made me
say it
made me say it all,
to another dial
tone
You never answer when I call.

so

I prescribed myself a fix
of things that probably shouldn’t mix
but I’ve found my clarity
in a glassy stare
and an empty bottle
and an empty chair
across
from me.