Archive for the 'Thoughts' Category
Ode to Nighthawks
Tuesday, December 27th, 2011Q: Is this a late lunch or an early dinner? A: There is no such thing as an early dinner. Night is limitless.
Separation
Thursday, September 1st, 2011What did everyone do after I left? Tell me everything. Fill in the gaps. Seep into my empty spaces. Pour it all out So I miss nothing.
After the play
Friday, August 26th, 2011This campus, this hill, is now a foggy ghost land. The universe is shut out tonight. I can now have my blurry intimacy with the immediate acre. Happy zombies are heard chattering down the hill, into the parking lot. No sound escapes into the atmosphere. Lambent, locked university buildings that I wander lonesomely among, you [...]
Horror
Thursday, April 23rd, 2009After years of experiencing it, the horror that is existence has permeated my soul. A few nights ago I had an especially bleak dream. Bottles lined up in a row on a windowsill, and me wafting from room to room to the kitchen with the window, looking at the bottles, facing the plain horror of [...]
Artist
Wednesday, December 10th, 2008I am an artist. My medium is thought.
Lexical Impotence
Friday, February 8th, 2008I enunciate how special Boston was to me. You nod. Lip-curve! Eyebrow-furrow! Feed on my bones And I shall still elude. Clueless curvy cathether! Too deep I fester, For your nose to curl.
And so it Goes
Thursday, February 7th, 2008November 15, 2007. Last furnished night in apartment. Enjoying my last two movies. Tomorrow is my last night. It’s a wet night, cloudy. Tall buildings across the river release customary mysterious steam from rooftops. Steam glows in beams of light, unites with clouds. Atmosphere of benevolent doom. Noir. Art Deco. No sign of life. Only [...]
The Newspaper
Tuesday, February 27th, 2007The newspaper is a shared heartbeat among all people. Our zeitgeist, my times; can you imagine a reunion of cosmic ghosts? Shadows of a planetful of people will converge. Oh, look at the fools that live today! How attached they are to what belongs to us. Rightfully. These were our stomping grounds. Some of us [...]
Yes, Let’s!
Sunday, November 5th, 2006Let’s investigate The meaning Of this poem. Yes, let’s!
Stream of Subconsciousness
Friday, October 27th, 2006dance code poetry radiate splash paint. spasm nostalgia create die flame gym. pump iron contract the cosmos powerful like a supernova multiplied by itself. ten god times. fame sex orgy crush kittens. but be good. i sweep creation. i span existence. i be all. i crush meaning. contract memories deep sweet happenings crystallized. my life [...]


