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When I crawled to the metronome it was a show. I wish you...

Wed, 24 Apr 2013 23:45:50 -0400

When I crawled to the metronome it was a show.

I wish you would have been there. I wish you would have cared.

Stare at the records on the wall.

Memories you choose to not recall because they have passed, though the needle’s sounds were glorious.

Will you go with me to the bay? To the lighthouse in the state of Maine?

Or will I go alone?

One man, one

too man y homes.

Autumn, yeah the fall, I met you grown. It was a show.

The wind in your hair. I wish I would not have stared.

Photo

Mon, 22 Apr 2013 01:29:48 -0400

you have been tied down to the wrong location to the wrong...

Wed, 06 Mar 2013 15:22:55 -0500

you have been tied down

to the wrong location to the wrong town

you have been tied up you know

talk about

being on the edge

being on the brink

finally figured out

not chemicals

the son who was let down

led out to the desert asked for river sounds

almost gave up, he came around he comes around

you have been

shot with arrows

time to pull em out

out of your heart and your head

cut the rope, locomote

meet Joshua Paul

Wed, 06 Mar 2013 01:01:55 -0500

meet Joshua Paul

"‘At just the right time, I heard you. On the day of salvation, I helped you.’ Indeed,..."

Fri, 01 Mar 2013 17:10:57 -0500

“

‘At just the right time, I heard you.
On the day of salvation, I helped you.’

Indeed, the ‘right time’ is now. Today is the day of salvation.

”

"I was full by your count I was lost but your fool Was a long visit wrong? Say you are the only So..."

Wed, 27 Feb 2013 16:29:00 -0500

“

I was full by your count
I was lost but your fool
Was a long visit wrong?
Say you are the only

So many foreign worlds
(So relatively fucked)
So ready for us
So ready for us,
The creature fear

I was teased by your blouse
Spit out by your mouth
I was loud by your lowered
Seminary soul

Tear on tail on
Take all on the wind on
The soft bloody nose
Sign another floor…

The so many territories
Ready to reform
Don’t let it form us
Don’t let it form us
The creature fear
So did he foil ‘is own?
Is he ready to reform?
So many torahs
So many for us
The creature fear

”

- J. Vernon

Americano on the whiteness Hell if I know I ain’t got nothing to...

Tue, 26 Feb 2013 12:10:00 -0500

Americano on the whiteness

Hell if I know I ain’t got nothing to confess

Sarah, your tone is telling me something’s not right

Serotonin, not enough in my mind

You remind me of a dream

You remind of sleepwalking

Have to stop to tie the laces

We love the film take in beautiful places

Lets go to the water

Lets go to the beach

You and I you and I on the bottom of the hotel floor

You and I you and I gave up on the bore

Hardwoods in your hollow mind

Street walker, smooth talker

Hardwoods in your hollow mind

You sought but you didn’t find those mountains,

fake balker

pioneer, poor and content peaks, sheer pots, pans, a...

Mon, 25 Feb 2013 22:32:54 -0500

pioneer, poor and content

peaks, sheer

pots, pans, a tent

vagabond, am I foolish?

to see beyond cubes of offices?

do what you want to do

are you the potter or the clay?

do what you have to do

we are not children, but we all play games

a new nomad, just a roamer

is it a fad, the poor and the foolish loner?

vagrant, never tethered down

a smoky scent cannot hold me down

soul came alive when I was sure of the divine

come alive, never settle below the highest price

I asked for bread, but I got snakes

Giver why’d you take away?

Giver do you take away?

affair ca. 1877 I’ve got a cigarette you got a lighter You...

Mon, 18 Feb 2013 17:32:24 -0500

affair ca. 1877

I’ve got a cigarette you got a lighter

You wanna be a mistress?

I need a fire, if I’m gonna burn

Been so long since the new year

I never thought that you would be here

in my bedroom

Jesus Christ, forgot to mention,

I am also a devout Christian

What about you?

Wish I could divorce

But I can’t says the Lord

I am the cigarette you are the lighter

I need a mistress

I need a liar, if it’s gonna work

Wife is gone for the weekend

You could swing when convenient

How about noon

What if we get caught

It’s not our fault

"We’re sleeping underneath the bed To scare the monsters out With our dear daddy’s Smith..."

Mon, 18 Feb 2013 16:45:38 -0500

“We’re sleeping underneath the bed
To scare the monsters out
With our dear daddy’s Smith and Wesson”

- Annie Clark

I prayed in their graveyard and I drank from their...

Wed, 06 Feb 2013 18:17:47 -0500

I prayed in their graveyard and I drank from their stills.

Watered their gardens oh I ploughed their fields

What goes around

Doesn’t stay around

Wandered their orchard

I sand their songs

We awoke I the morning but drank all night long

They say the light they have found

Always stays around

She taught me how to knit and sew

Her husband taught me how to plant and hoe

What I have found

When I stayed around

I ate at their table shared in their meals

But always a pew on Sunday morning

When I left wanted to return

The college taught a lot, but not what I’d learned

The poet and the literary nun stopped all analyzing, forgot to...

Wed, 06 Feb 2013 16:05:38 -0500

The poet and the literary nun stopped all analyzing, forgot to have fun.

Threw their letters, all the languages, they’d run.

Their daughters grew to women and then retold this tale to their sons.

You will never be me.

Making lists about what you lack don’t matter

Throw it in the backseat

Undone fists, bivouac under rain’s patter

Tarpless, dark lest a lunar glow

Careless, used to care, ‘til we met the road

After all the calculating, he let go

Stars led to a spirit and that spirit spread into his soul

You will never know me.

Insist cement in cracks, but they still leak

Your situation is getting sticky

But now we know the greatest glues are the peaks

The nun and the poet at last gave up

Let the dictionary know it, ‘cause it knows enough

Clung to the ancient book of truth

The overflow of diction had diluted all of their truths

Will you ever be free?

Second looks before you leave that corporate ladder

While we’re sleeping in back seats

Undone books, Kerouac under rain’s patter

Yesterday, I woke up Like the day before And I rolled and...

Tue, 05 Feb 2013 13:14:00 -0500

Yesterday, I woke up

Like the day before

And I rolled and crawled and I crawled

On the bathroom floor

Yesterday I woke up

Like the day before

Nothing in my bones

I was lazy

And I don’t eat it

They are Making up diseases

Cause they’re bored in a room

Won’t be in a board room on Monday morning

Working day to day

No rest, no way

But here I go

Everything is so damn political

I don’t give a damn

It’s Monday on the run

Tuesday on the run

Wednesday on the run

By Wednesday I’m done

I am jealous of the woman who lives down the street

She knows what she is dreaming of

Nursing and knitting

You don’t know how to sew

"And in the end We lie awake and we dream of making our escape"

Tue, 05 Feb 2013 11:14:01 -0500

“And in the end
We lie awake and we dream of making our escape”

Make a bandaid from the painter’s tape and tell me about...

Tue, 05 Feb 2013 00:54:41 -0500

Make a bandaid from the painter’s tape and tell me about Elisabeth.

Can I have your encyclopedias when you’re dead?

Because I just love the dust and how people think the pages are useless.

You love the stationary, reading the letter she wrote you the first of February.

The sun is bright out. The day is cold and windy. March may give us a few warm days.

this is for certain

I have loved you

s. stonewall (final)Like a worm I sink into the groundNo...

Tue, 29 Jan 2013 01:11:00 -0500

s. stonewall (final)
Like a worm I sink into the ground
No growing, less sowing
Where’s the h o m e now?
In me or within bricks and mortar
Tearing wood and picking up leaves just to have them fall again and the cracks all leak all my friends all leave. Hangover yielded renewal, foolishness Made me less of a fool
Don’t want to live with you people
So far away from the regal
Land of a king
Trust led to doubting my head and my plans and my moves
What is in me, do I choose?

Burgundy
Burn into a paper
Letter you were sending
To an old her
Sketching forests and homes you want to reside in.
What If boredom comes then too?
backtrack feel dumb
Recall mistakes that led you there
I sit on steps and rest and escape from the traps of the tug a war
Contemplate why there is rich and poor
Disease and famine, cannot cognisize anymore

Cathedral bells strike noon
My identity is strewn across borders and brothers and women whom
Stolen masculinity and on cue
We are back into writing about
Heart breaks heart attacks
Liver doesn’t know how to react
To the self generated dizziness, it’s so overrated

if I close my eyes, I see hazel If I close my eyes, if I’m...

Thu, 17 Jan 2013 10:52:59 -0500

if I close my eyes, I see hazel

If I close my eyes, if I’m unable to look directly into yours

Can we rekindle what began last winter?

February came but now it’s gone

I have not moved on

My soul’s like a cedar

Though I won’t get to see her for long

You’ll wake up and I won’t be gone

(Please do not leave me alone)

If I smell like pine

Will I suffice?

To make your head turn

If I burn some pine

I don’t believe it

I believe it when I say it

It was not just the wine

I mean it when I say it

You are always on my mind

tide(Her) hair luring me in and all the idols I thought I...

Wed, 16 Jan 2013 00:16:51 -0500

tide
(Her) hair luring me in

and all the idols I thought I killed

were resurrected by the whippoorwill’s song

yeah he sang, “I have her, I have it all.”

If I have her, I have it all

Tears cure in the end

Ideals of who I thought I was

Redirected by a bad experience

If I lose wind, I lose it all

I lost wind, lost him all

(Her) hair went with the waves

A light you thought was love has now betrayed

The storm has run its course

Find yourself in an ocean that is roaring

(Soon to be calm)

pgs. 1 -6 pictures of what the ink will sink into the skin of...

Mon, 14 Jan 2013 16:40:53 -0500

pgs. 1 -6

pictures of what the ink will sink into the skin of your leg

leaves and the fruit of your youth left in the lines

you would be wise to wander

you would be apt to try

you would be prone to prove me wrong

it’s the overdone man at the origin of an unwound road

sometimes a cliché is all we need to know what is growing in the field of your soul

you would be prone to ponder

why you don’t have to try

you would be wise to prove me right

When there comes a drought, don’t leave it without thanksgiving

To starve or escape, find a prayer to go on living

What’s done has done enough damage already

When famine comes don’t succumb to circumventing

You taste like ashes and you smell like flames Like the wild, so...

Wed, 02 Jan 2013 02:19:00 -0500

You taste like ashes and you smell like flames

Like the wild, so untamed

If you were a mountain, you would be the highest

We light our matches, but they burn away

Like a fire, consume all things

What has just fallen, what has been provided?

The night’s for drinking, day’s for going away

My soul’s a road of an unknown way

Those who seem foolish, may be the wisest