Monday, September 27, 2010



Thursday, September 23, 2010

remembered pleasantries and
fake satanism stop
- - - - - - - ### it was all we had at the time

(there is nothing appealing about your stupid fucking face)

who's the one with
bug-bitten knees?

only nerving shopped to improve
lucky hazard in fondly
look-backing and migrate
as far and fatal but necessary
and not for overt underestimates
of the spokesperson of chasing.

Saturday, September 18, 2010


i've had so many worst days of my life.

Friday, September 17, 2010



strobed screens and buzzing fingers.
day dreaming and night knocking.
broken bottles and empty bags.
musty wood and silent ceilings.
dry pigment and pencil shavings.
crisp air and dense heartbeats.
toxic visions and destructive patterns.
relentless love and overbearing hatred.
passive control.
subtle flinch.
make you all better.
make you see clearly.
make you want to want it.




i hate the way i love the way you lie to me.

Tuesday, September 7, 2010



at the same time the recovery which lost at all of that you or / at the very least that i was thinking that i was / i would like to thank the nominal affected
at the same time which i light when we talk about words i was once did not want to hear that
at the same time over and asked me / and to discontinue you
at the same time you are the real
at the same time may not too late in the day / knowing how everything considers
at the same time
at the same time away from me / second best i am not, the object is to be used and for us to throw we agree on is / talking about is not / i cry in your own face
at the same time be back
at the same time you preach to
at the same time i / good speeches never again
at the same time there is a lack but incitement to hatred which you i am, as well as i see it
at the same time that i do this leaves me that would like you to apply but i am not will never again / so harden everything i have left

this time there is no doubt i will / a promise i can only hold

Monday, September 6, 2010


"If principles are deceptive, only the reality of poverty and work are true."
- - -

can i see you sometime later?
yes, but not today.

all this admirable lineage to which the sudden solipsist turns and retreats, reworking repeats in paths; turning up sticks with a fancier style of footwear. a longtime refuser of acknowledgement, *) [as we all know] glazes over in all-heard before, sensing a memory and slipping it away / not for later, but for somebody else. not one thing can stir this *), no, remember, you don't exist! not you or me even, just *) and no, even a cat-call and a fuck you you you taken into context to facilitate a surely perfect ending.

a bad thing:
you and all your sheets are coffee-stained queen.

a bad thing:
me and my better half- the youthful prosecutors.

Friday, September 3, 2010


"up to this point, yes;
but beyond it, no."

)-of youth & humiliation

and die on my feet or
run to sleep with
your own name
and turn onto college street
for no one.