Sunday, July 31, 2005

crushed fingertips make for a sorry grip

what does one do to obtain satisfaction? i can't get none.
we get alone a lot.
i am going to not care.
i am going to not care.
i am going to not care.
don't hold my hand. i mean it.

Saturday, July 23, 2005

curvature of the spine and sine

i am the face book
the place
the time and space book
trace book
case book
the arsenic and lace book
i am the brace
the pick up the pace book
the run the race book
i start something new every second.
i like math music and motion
more more more
i like literature law and love
those that feel the keener wound
the heights and depths

Wednesday, July 20, 2005

catastrophe

your secret postings will remain secret due in part to the fact that no one wants to hear what you have to say. some of the other parts are...1.what you have to say is really pretty dull...2.what you have to say is masked so completely in disarray that anyone originally hoping to hear it gives up, discouraged, and is the better for having done so.
teeth get sharpened where they can. cast ye not.

Tuesday, July 19, 2005

worth, do you have any?

he looks like a dungeon master.
but i can't look at him, so how would i know.
the burden of other peoples' stupidity becomes more than i can carry.

Monday, July 18, 2005

supplant

i get shut
d
o
w
n
and _____________________out
by all sorts of horrendous misunderstandings. misinterpretation is my fate. i am at the hands of the distant public, making me out to be what they don't want.
as a supplement, i am confident in my abilities.

get louder

i want to be talked to.
talked at.
for hours. and some more.
who makes the rules?
can't i just speak poetry? the very nature of a definition is metaphor.

Friday, July 15, 2005

shiree

excitement tends to be short lived, but i have the fountain of youth.
oh! that my head were a spring of water!
said jeremiah as he sorrowed over loved ones. if only i could continue to remember my loved ones above and beyond my loved self. beloved beloved is my name.

Thursday, July 14, 2005

curse-ed

the fresh prince has nothing on me.
nothing
nothing
is what i have

the ribbing

and then what? adam? your rib is shouting out for companionship. dust in your joints. even a speck of dirt can be pearlized.

http://photobucket.com/albums/a100/ime1t/

Wednesday, July 13, 2005

i am new

i desire newness all the time.
i want to go, but where?