Sunday, November 05, 2006

quite a cicada








got this bad boy off the web. photo by todd quinn
www.cicadamania.com

Friday, November 03, 2006

please sir can i have some...

oddly i look like i should be on the stage set of oliver.
les miz even. no time to change. ahhh, orphan attire,
now to find my fingerless gloves...

need to remove a word

used cunt in a poem
wanted a strong word
not a pejorative word
well, it is. every time i read it i wince
don't think i'm up to tossing cunt about,
as it were...

the funny bit

Oh and i added some pOetry tO it
*laughs*
they are so going to go
what is this shit?

unhid and bumfff

well i did in fact unhide, went out, gave the submission in, thank GOD. too much stress. hope i get in. hmm. didn't last time but i've been way more active in the "community" the last 2 years. so...lalala. art or politic. i don't rightly know...
i have such performance anxiety.
i mean look at this. i'm not even me... sheesh...
on that note. must go out. in group show. just a fun one. must put on fancy duds and dance in flourishing cheese and crackery items. must smile. must put on moisurizer...GOD I HATE WINTER.

quiet withdrawl to a dark place

a certain lack motivati
missed tho promised
brightly even
with a voiced enthusiasm
all cyclic nourishment indulged

less filed under more
darker
sham pain

Thursday, November 02, 2006

sometimes

looks way better on the preview
this is enough ( hopefully ) to get me off here for a while
go see if air still exists. etc.etc.

as never before seen


roam italy
the film had been in the
shoebox4 one colour
three black&
while i thought about it
the cost went up
oddly
when they were made
2haze 2image ionizedmoments
shoebox style the hair
wondering whoWAS that
girl yeah, i said girl in my whisper
girl and flipping thru found she was
laughing roaming yearsmemorydustprocessed
in the predigitaldawn of a silver halide printgirl
then it hit me
we were in rome
memory slapped me down
till
i laughed
studying the face of the girl who was a boy
who was mylove again shadowdustgreyscale
and the friend lost in a war
like a card game. the legalmind field untied
shrapnel embed rubs only slight nightlit by the
telephonecalldisplay and a bedside clock
cheap 5euro in madrid
and it still works
we had a call

yourmom
she's a spacealien

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

it's fear

fear i shall come to no good, that the journey will be too much for me, that i will not be able to create, that just as my friend will lose his hands on his journey, that i shall lose my brave face, my dignity, my reasonably intact body and brain ( yeah, i do in fact have a reasonably intact brain, i really d0 ) and it's all piling out gushing out onto this computer screen...just in case i don't come back...i better put some of this stuff down. it's in here. lots. too much. made me most crazy all these years, i bet.

and fear? it is better that what i was doing before.

security blankie 2006

have just purchased brave crazy people on call who will come into the jungle by canoe and rescue me if the circumstances require such an event. conrad i ain't.
then again i got friends in the military. with planes. no canoes though. hmm. these guys have canoes...

*laughs*not a lot of friends in the military. it's canada...

oh my

look at the last 24 hours
locked up in a house with a computer and candy
terrifying

found object

oldfilm

love pomes way past the expiry daye

can't say i'm surprised
small spark kissed bit bright blood cunt
took the village down


________________

of all the boys
who turn their backs when they sleep
i like your bones the most delicate
like a broken hard mint candy
and the sheets unwash
to keep the scent of you
near

__________________


you're a motherfucker
and i love you
still
cuz
i'm a motherfuckertoo
with such pain we hurled in seconds
arrows fooled i'll never be
normal
and
neither will you

but i can cradle a soft small mouth in chalk outline
wrap blankets around your feet when they get cold

wall of a salesman

every(lo) man
every man for
herself

like sound

invasive .bright like
light. body
baggers. tttt(eye)t a
round room
fone
phonically out the silent lips
are moving. sosomething IS
being
sed.

noOne i knew



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