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Sunday, March 2nd, 2014

Mad is the only great, Useless the only beauty. Personality is the border between souls. Agenda-less dance.


Friday, June 1st, 2012

Personality is the border between souls. Personality is the cutter on the cookie dough.

Living is an art

Wednesday, May 30th, 2012

I am both brush and painting.

Dream (August 21st 2008)

Saturday, April 28th, 2012

driving navigating turn bridge barricade (pipes) all over bridge drive through lights in canyon below mesas lit up barricade to keep secret keep driving on bridge S. sees sign for ‘heaven’ turns towards it car goes through barrier, falling into canyon keeps falling, stone/brick wall getting closer no end car now a train i’m in […]

Ode to Nighthawks

Tuesday, December 27th, 2011

Q: Is this an early dinner? A: Every dinner is an early dinner. Night is limitless.


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 lonesome among, you […]


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 […]


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.

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