November 2008
53 posts
October 2008
31 posts
Job
So, I got a job at Nintendo. No, I’m not designing video games or anything sweet like that—I’m working in their gigantic warehouse. I’m surprised how much I like it. I actually really like it. It’s a great catch, too, it pays twelve dollars an hour, and soon I’ll be working about 54 hour weeks. So, that’s 648 dollars a week, or about 2,592 dollars a...
wicked was the worry that crept into my body crawling was the skin I felt for somebody sad was the tone the time embodied blind was the message sent from my mouth hungry was the feeling coming from the south grim were my chances and strong was my doubt desperate was the voice that came on the phone pretty was the problem I did face alone that problem was you and since then I’ve grown stupid...
my memory persuades me and I try not to let it then you accost me and it dawns on me; you’re just like the others the vision is fading and it hurts but I let it then you start degrading and it settles; forget it you’re just like the others
yeah, I’ll be fine this isn’t the first time I’ll be totally fine I hope this is the last time
John The Martyr
well, John laid his hand on his piece he was the last one in line to take a stand but when he laid his finger on the trigger, he couldn’t release he just stood there frozen on the bloodied land and John, a martyr, self-proclaimed he said he’d sacrifice himself for the old ways but the minute John up and took off he was locking his chains
he said “Hey, help me, I’ve got to...
staring at John, I laid my hand on the piece looking back, he said a lot to me, had my back he muttered as I made the move, correcting me all the while the conscience screamed “can you keep one word?” and I’ve heard there’s less to life than this that living is a waste, to eat and breathe but I refuse to believe, I beg to differ as I linger my legs grow stiffer I’ll...
How Can I Get Through to You?
open those big blues eyes and see how you’ve ruined the dream of you shut those angry lips and please listen to me and hear the truth move aside your troubled past or else those dreams will never last all I’m trying to do is ask how can I get through to you?
shake away your hesitation it’s time to make your big debut finish your investigation of the past you can’t renew...
"Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from...
Time for a real post, I guess. I’m typing this sitting out on the balcony of my dad’s house. It’s taking me forever to type, because I can’t stop shivering — because it’s so goddamned cold. I am very excited, because I just landed a gig holding signs for 10 dollars an hour. I need to get a full-time job, though, and it feels so close I could touch it. I’ve...
she was born in spring, but I was born too late. blame it on a simple twist of fate.
we drew lines throughout the city I recall plainly, the distortion of time and the mess we made crashing through the neighborhoods you, a prompt passenger glaring at me with hungry eyes and greedy lips exploring diligently starved with desire the spirited light spying on us this was the height of my day-by-day this was my relief constantly moving
touch my face for me so I know I’m breathing my head needs a pillow and my legs are leaning on the window sill a glimpse is bleeding it’s hard to hold still when the road is screaming “leave here, leave here” kiss my mouth so I can be sure I’m feeling my notebook’s empty and the pages are peeling my eyes are dry my heart’s not healing I can’t deny...
this doesn't make any goddamned sense
if there ever was a road for me it’d be the one I’m traveling the cold air menaces me the twists are endearing if there ever was a home for me it would take me in it’s grip it’d spoil me with friends and my consciousness would slip if there ever was a way for me the work would tar my hands time was always slow for me the gold would fill my pan if there ever was a home for...
Fare Forward Voyagers
fare forward voyagers march aimlessly wildly and carelessly to the drunken beat of the sleepy sun tirelessly, they wander finally, they plunder and stand shameless on what they’ve won fare forward voyagers sing noble songs carve caustic paths while wielding boots on sacred grounds soon, they will hunger now; just new-comers they toil the land and take up towns fare forward voyagers make...
when everything goes to hell and all’s fallen apart when everything is in ruins and all I have is my heart I will climb the cold face of a cold mountain and start my youth over right back at the fountain when the concrete foundation feathers and sheds shredded ground and all the souls tethered are sleepily sound the ropes will then weather and we will no longer be bound when the strings,...
if this is a joke then it’s a sick one the sad thing is it seems it’s not but when it comes up in conversation it’s a rot and a lie, and on the few occasions where I wear my tie, I loosen it for you you feint sadness and I loosen my grip remember how we would drink? and how we would sit and think “this is the place we’ll die” you act like that never happened and...
the trees hung over him like a canopy shading the river and their leaves stuck to his fleece the brandy warmed him slowly I keep drinking this stuff I really don’t know why at the party you were there all of you look-alikes and you haunt me everywhere if I could just get a moment alone maybe I could… touch ground with home at least I feel like I care I keep tasting this stuff I...
We're designed to die
He found himself scraping with destiny in the hallways, exchanging scoffs, and, in the glare of the afternoon light, questioning his path. He questioned himself, “Do I want this?” And, “Yes, I surely must” he answered, assuming he had to make a choice right away, every day, as he had been doing. Something rang different with this run-in, however, and he went right home,...
in my row, in my chair among hordes of travelers I develop traveler’s eyes and they glaze over all senses dulled the only option for feeling the profound, extreme; and drearily I hoist bags over my dented shoulders at every calling; an exercise in readiness but willingness? hardly this tired act is one of necessity— I have to move, always move always stand readily taking cues from the...
I Can't Keep from Talking
hey, ain’t it great for us to be alive? I’ve been lying in wait for you to come outside I know you don’t know me but I know a lot about you you’re the one who knows me better than I do when I get back home I’m gonna put your records on I’ll play them way too loud and I’ll sing along I’ll know all the words to every song and I don’t really care...
Westwood, Price Hill, and Terrace Park in one trip
my foolishness was once endearing but in that state I can’t escape I can only keep an ounce of logic maybe skin deep what have I done for anyone? what will I keep? oh, forget it the weather is changing and in it’s course I can only keep a small fraction of the cloud I kept what I once slept on, is never, ever, ever coming back again so, let’s keep this skin deep any further is a...
Summer '07
you may not remember it well but I hold it dearly the other summer where we spent our lives whining and talking in each other’s eyes off on an innocent start we brought our own beautiful plague through our stories we inherited a sickness for each other and you, in the brilliant stench of summer took hold in me a novel thought at least I thought in Michigan I wondered in California I dreamed...
my worried hands will always shake an exercise in anxiety well, I’ve been here forever quit pretending like some little kid this isn’t hopeless oh, I’m kidding no one just give me a safe piano and home on call for whenever necessary this is fucked
deteriorate no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no…
there
I miss your porch, and the drive there. somehow I learned to catch the wind your way, that’s how I got there. the cold air was distracting but it was so good there. I didn’t need it looking back, you were warmth there. kindness, love, and everything good to me there you lived on the other side of town, there with a mother who didn’t appreciate you remember that time you just got...
my head, in its nutshell static reacts in the back of my jaw right as the noise grazes the eardrums like a worry creeping in under stress’ guise pulsing slowly, then I use the cord as a guide but, pulsing slowly touches the tender spot never growing enough to understand fully or rectify adequately then realization settles this is the worst and it sears the fierce ringing a constant drone...
Sycamore Street
you and your young bones let’s taste the dark dance and touch the night ride through the streets and love in the gas-light John’s on the guitar on the corner, by the cafe I’m in your living room eavesdropping on his serenade and watching your eyes flicker and your conversation-hands wave there’s a fog in the air doing foolish things to our minds, and we move about the...
get me the hell outta here
I'm Not Voting.
I’ve heard from nearly everyone and everything—television, friends, radio, banners, etc.—that my vote counts; that I can make a difference. I’ve been trying to argue that idea by stating the incredibly low probability of my individual vote actually affecting anything, but only with limited success (I’m not good with formulas). So, I’ll let Steven Landsberg do a...
both of my parents hate me for not being a financial adult for not going down their path and for not suffering at the hands of “reality”
my head is in ruins I shredded a bible today it felt like success, for one minute what’s so goddamned wrong with wanting to touch asphalt? what’s so goddamned wrong with wanting to be 3 places at once? I’ll give up I’ll say...