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Ode to Nighthawks

Tuesday, December 27th, 2011

Q: 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, 2011

What 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, 2011

This 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, 2009

After 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, 2008

I am an artist. My medium is thought.

Lexical Impotence

Friday, February 8th, 2008

I 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, 2008

November 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, 2007

The 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, 2006

Let’s investigate The meaning Of this poem. Yes, let’s!

Stream of Subconsciousness

Friday, October 27th, 2006

dance 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 [...]

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