3.29.2010

miracle whip


think a new drug is in order
            need a new drug
think light hearted and
   readily accessible

just want to hang out with
   gamer chicks and hang out
   in dorm rooms and buy cans of reddi-whip
            or is it more cool to buy aerosol cans?

need to feel like flying but falling
   need to choke my brain out
   of the air it already lacks
            need to feel needed...

don't like the taste of reddi-whip
            is cool whip cooler than reddi-whip?
   just wanna do whip-its with
   cute alt baguettes 

caroline


you walk down 4th avenue
crossing intersections with
such innocence - gazing at
gargantuan sidewalks

you look amused at the vexing proximity
of starbucks to other starbucks
and of the dazzling heights
of erect concrete and steel

your gait, full of blamelessness
of the chilly city air,
cuts between the melting pot
of crowds at madison park

your smile stops even the
coldest of wall street suits
who do a double take
on your figure

your decision to buy
i love ny shirts
claiming its a must buy
brings your naïveté to attention

you give away your ignorance
when you buy three-
dollar snickers bars
in the name of 'charity'

you profess your love of oreos
and of the salvation army
but hesitant to say
you love mother america

are you flitting through life
skipping across 27th street
stared down by yiddish grandmothers
and nineteen year olds                                     (?)

where do you think you are going
enrolled in f.i.t.
but dressed like
a whore with a missouri accent                        (?)

are you afraid of the
liberal backlash of your
disillusioned lesbian friends
who didn't vote at all                                                (?)

are you afraid of the
conservative backlash of your
disillusioned republican parents
who voted democrat                                                (?)

your smile fades away
and the suits leave your side
as your gaze meets mine-
you finally notice me

hello darling
its been a while
here i am,
just as much of a hypocrite as you

rockies


have you taken a sip of water from saratoga springs?

it tastes like middle class laxatives from 1884 -

the cold colorful water has seen millions of men and women

who polluted the water to no end

now dirty grey

of pricks and jerks


Today I read a book about killing puppies!
            Then I thought of farms!
            And the smell!

Oh John Steinbeck!
            Killing puppies!
            Dammit George!

Fuck you Lenny!
            Stroking bunnies!
            Bunnies are pricks!

Killing puppies!
            Damn them!
            Thanks John!

hyphenated aliens

jamais (been hassled)
(black) metal sheen politicians
forget their (sex)
creatures (subtle) appetite,
body language reception
symptomatic (soothe) love
irony gluttony (sexuality) genuinity
trifecta of contradiction (dick-shun)
yellow (aged) cheese (teeth)
(earnest) unconscious liberation

how to fix your hair

BRITISH women are healthier than
AMERICAN women.
BRITISH climate is moderate, lending a hand to the preservation of their beauty.
AMERICAN women want to be supermoms but
BRITISH women do not.

but their teeth are crooked.

malaise

surfaces and depths
  of my sickness -
      my adventure,
precursor to the encounter
            of STOWE and POE

smiling corpses wave on crooked boats
humorously demystifying romance:
            ordinary romance,
                        torture to the soul...
                        trivial to the mind...

crucified ambitions                         (to detail)
  customed to a haughty demeanor

ordinary:
  my sickness

3.27.2010

the mondegreen: passion pit, smiling upon me

everything's always Ben-Hur,                        mirrors on the last
            I wondered tired, lost, driving purse nest

it was the truth you know

and it was always the issue
            but when it starts getting blurry
            its always better than two

music maze in swirls
when people like me are found like people American
sofa'd a place as the sun embers did find

oh yeah its the best damn friend that I've ever had
            you're all smiling on me when the seams are bad

you always make me feel best even when I'm blue
            you always smile for me when I smile off on you too.

Debbie Meachem and His Proud Nobodies

Debbie Meachem
            experienced heart failure at
            the age of eighty-one and two-quarters

The house
            is eerily quiet
            it creaks and groans in the night

Nobody
            saw Debbie Meachem grimace
            when he went to jail

Debbie Meachem
            has a toothless grin
            and countless wrinkles

He loves
            salt and vinegar chips
            and french onion dip

He drinks
            earl grey with cream
            and sometimes listerine when gurgling (by mistake)

The house
            is still and quiet
            the sun doesn't shine at night

Debbie Meachem
            would fly if he could fly
            the invisible birds took him away

3.22.2010

McLaren's

I drank
            she glanced
I drank
            she glanced
I drank
            she turned
I drank
            she walked
I drank
            she stopped
I drank
            she smiled
I drank
            she sat
I drank
            she drank
I glanced
            she drank
I glanced
            she drank
I stood
            she drank
I walked
            she drank
I stopped
            she stopped
I asked
            she answered

We drank

Bar-B-Que Panini

GRAB   A   TISSUE
                        or a condom                                                             if you please


you know,
                        i cut a hole for the baby to
come through
                        i thought it was special
you know?


maybe i'll take it myself
            after all
special, julie special

prequel to my sequel

...sometime ago
you asked                                                me
            why think of tomorrow
            when there is             today

but     now

when I think of                         today
all I can think of
                        is            tomorrow
in hopes of forgetting
                                                            you

pit of passion

gentle etudes in beats harmony and sync
heat sinks and aptitude tests
blonde streams of consciousness

kidnapping notes and dreams
delirium sanitarium
end it all just quit

enter repetitive c chord

triumph

the flag bearer bears the burden of
            the nation

one
two
three
three

            as his banner waves in the midst of
                        the war

you
can
be
sure

that his nation still lives on through
            the flag

3.15.2010

...and i feel marginal

ashes fall down
            like leaves from a tree
            like lemmings off a cliff
            like babies from a womb

it piles up on the ground
            like cars on the Deegan
            like lips on glasses
            like dirt on coffins

it brushes against my naked face
            and I feel unhappy
            and I feel combustible
            and I feel pious

sometimes.

it reminds me of a life left unfinished
            like 5-star sudoku puzzles
            like going out of business furniture stores
            like old blogs that haven't been updated since 2004

a breeze takes the ash up in the air
and it comes to life in the form of
segmented lines and
I gaze in bewilderment

but it always comes back - it always does
            like hamsters to their wheel
            like dogs to peanut butter
            like karma to bad people

I know for sure it will -
            and I feel unwanted
            and I feel marginal
            and I feel content

sometimes.

total recall

            TAKE
                                                ME
/////////////////////////////////////////
///////SOME-WHERE/////////
////////////////////////////////////////
WHERE

                                                            NO ONE
                        WILL
                                    JUDGE
_______________________________________________________

            MY       -            -            -            -
                        L            I            F            E

bustle

I've given up this fixing
                        this falling apart
                                                                        [beep beep]
so stop this right now
                        what we used to have

throw it away darling
                        just throw it far away
                                                                        [birds]
let me express this fix
                        if I can, maybe not

if you can, let me know
                        - this echo is disturbing

express L train downtown
                        shot to shit sorry
                                                                        [beach]
can't fix it up no more
                        can't load it up no more

3.11.2010

quit playing with my emoticons

Dragging me down
                                    |            |            down
                                    |            |            down
                        down

I travel through
tunnels that have no end//
and I curse
my luck at having no luck//

| | down
| | down
down

| |
| |
| |
down
v| |v
v| |v
v| |v

// this rabbit hole \\
AND OR
// this pigeon hole \\
AND OR
// this foxhole \\
AND OR
// this asshole \\
x

floating mobile

you were                                    |                        you were
you were once                            |                        here with me
alive and breathing                     |                        singing and laughing
your face beautiful                     |                        and so bright.
I think                                        |                        of you
your smile                                  |                        your eyes
as most charming                       |                        as most intoxicating

take the night train home

THE CROWS CAME TODAY -
  their slicked back black tar faces
  beaming down at my gaunt jaundiced
  disheveled face

IT'S BEEN SAID THAT THEY COME
  they come when they sense death and decay
  or times of bad, and that's what I am, that's where I am;
  I can feel myself come slowly to a stop

A GRADUAL STOP THAT YOU CAN'T
  feel, you think you can but
  really you can't and that's
  what I feel right now, I know it

THEY CAWED AND CAWED AND CAWED
  and cawed and I couldn't help
  but feel overwhelmed and scared
  and I felt the tears scream down my craggy face

WETTING THE YELLOWED AGED BLANKET
  on me and they started to laugh when they
  glanced at my sheets - caw caw caw
  their shrill voices pinched at my ears

AND ALL I COULD DO WAS WATCH -
  watch at a distance as they tormented me
  and I felt myself come to a full stop:
  the crows came today.

noise

psst.                                                                                                                        pssssst.

psssssssst.


sta            -            tic.                        sta    -
                                                tic                                    sta             -            ccato




rush   of sweet
sweet sweet
dischord


passion

noise

noise

high seas in frequencies

compression
and
speed
and
transverse
so
sheer

in
size
sound
pressure

ears.ears.
hertz.

how are you man?

whats up            man
let's go               man
you chocolate    man
bomber              man

real estate          man
crazy                 man
far out               man
smokin'             man

ramblin'            man
driving             man
dyin'                 man
peace out          man

time to shine

            6:22
radiant sunshine peers over
            happy valley and you are
            not quite yet awake

            6:33
radiant sunshine protrudes over
            happy valley and you stir
            from your refreshing slumber

            6:44
radiant sunshine lights up over
            happy valley and you lie
            in bed enjoying the warmth

            6:55
radiant sunshine knocks on all your
            windows and you get up from
            the bed to let them in

            7:01
radiant sunshine points to the undisturbed
            side of the bed and you become
            confused

            7:11
clouds begin to gather above the
            house as you descend the stairs
            to find the air still

            7:12
clouds gather in force as you become
            certain that the otherside has not been
            disturbed since last night

            7:13
clouds form thunderstorms as you
            notice a piece of paper
            fluttering from the breeze

            7:16
clouds form thunderstorms
            which form hurricanes
            as you are on your knees crying

            7:13
Goodbye.

heat wave

I cried while making toast
            I cried while frying eggs

I cried while having sex
            I cried while touching you

I cried while going to bed                                                and
            I slept for thirteen hours

I cried while I woke up                                                after
            sleeping for thirteen hours

I cried and I cried and I cried                                    but
            no tears came down

I cried because I had no tears left
            I cried because I was crying because I had no tears left

No one consoled or paid attention to me                        so
            I stopped crying

But now tears rain down my face
            peppering my shirt with tear bombs

and I just can't stop.

sasha!

masturbating under your covers,
you try to imagine a situation
that turns you on like crazy

but pieces of thoughts
install itself in your mind and
you see a trucker eating cheesesteak

his greasy hands greasy lips cheesy beard
an aging seamstress with
drooping cheeks and ancient thighs

an anorexic teenager, her limbs
thin as six month old young spruce branches
hollowed eyes transparent skin

and imagine your best friend's face
when he's on top of you
screaming

so you have no choice
but to give up
for another day

3.02.2010

sherman

Read the fucking manual he said
turning knobs turning them
this way and that way it was graceful

Identity built filter output mixer
high end low end bass separate
heavy beats lowdown mix: warning

High frequency may piece your
ears dangerous - maybe I can
find a low low note for constipation

3.01.2010

luscious apparatus RE-COIL

let me find myself
  no, not through new genres
  or combining them

but let me find myself
  so you can determine
  who I am

a mix of dubstep a
  mix of industrial a
  mix of rock a
  mix of glitch a
  mix of folk -

let this bridge put
  you in a trance like state
  as your ideas of liquid funk
  dissipate with your take on
  acid jazz - please -

you aren't a music connoisseur
  you don't even produce,
  instead just listen -

let me find myself
  here in this
  metasonal world

NIC ENDO
WHITE HEAT
LOVE

at least there aren't any germs on that red hot tong

fire
iron
red -
orange
angry

chest
bubbles
black
x
brand

i'm a worthless human being

I felt like asking her
            for sex in the public restroom
and I thought of the exhileration
            from having sex in the public restroom

but then I thought of numbers -
            people who've used it before

I felt like retching and felt mad
            and nervous and gross and fat
I thought of using the restroom
            instead and I felt better

funfettiiiiiiiiiii

i can't smile when i see
            VANILLA CUPCAKES WITH ORANGE WRAPPERS
just like how dolphins freak out
            JESSE JACKSON AND HIS WHITE SUPREMICIST FRIENDS
clicking and nodding and clicking and nodding
            THEY CREEP ME OUT WITH THEIR FAKE SMILES
fake skin fake teeth fake eyes fake life fake fake fake fake
            THEY'RE LIVING LARGE IN A FAKE FAKE WORLD
and
i can't smile
i can't smile at all.

1978

I lie here and can't help but think about that time when we did flips in the trampoline and I fell out on my back and broke my collarbone.

Now I'm thirty-two dreaming of the past and I'm stuck here lonely and miserable.

I tried to do another flip and broke my back.

my hands are freezing

You were neither kind of here nor there
  talking in angles and dreams
    it was beautiful

We walked down the concrete paths
  of the museum into the plaza
    and you fell unconscious

You disappeared that day
  why did you want me gone -
    it was rather strange

I can't explain it, just
  like how I can't explain
    why it snowed in July.

do you hear the voices too?

silent silence:
            strangers

silent silent silence
            sex

silent silent silent silence
            strangulation

silence.

existential aim conversation

2:22am
me:  i just punched a hole in the wall
you: cool, did you find anything

me: a baby branchiosaur and four jolly ranchers
you: can i have some or is that illegal

me: i think you can eat a branchiosaur but not babies
you: oh damn i can feel my laptop burning my thighs

me: i'm at a table reading
you: you're full of shit

me: no, i think you are
you: no i think you are

me: no, i think you are
you: no i think you are shit

me: ok
you: ok
3:14am
me: i cried while watching the view today wondering why people watch this show and why the earth is so round like a soccer ball and if we get kicked around by god

or some god-like alien
you: that's cool; i lay in my bed watching the ceiling for six hours while pretending i

was pregnant
me: did you get pregnant

you: with a branchiosaur named damien
me: i think i will sleep
3:36am
you: come sleep with me
me: maybe i will lay on my back and pretend i'm pregnant

you: ok
me: let's eat green pea pods together.