never write when it rains, it always ends up about the rain so I start with the rain and end it with…
I watch my wife shave her legs and remain hidden, covered by the bathroom door.
March 16, 2012
so
I am waiting for the moment of inspiration to hit me while I am writing letters and sketching out my journal on a typewriter.
there is a certain dissatisfaction behind failing to get ahead of the melancholy.
I am waiting for the euphoria.
no one can break your heart so you do that little ditty for yourself.
so you break your heart and head
wish the world were different
decadent
and melting away
December 21, 2011
recent spam from my inbox
presented as poetry….
Now good is an opinion
of course you went to fifth grade
right
just checking
but it can also be a feeling,
a way of life in a larger sense.
– Spam from my inbox
and another….
Anyone willing to take the few simple steps
that lie between them and fitness
will shortly begin to feel better,
and the improvement will reflect itself
in every facet of their existence.
– more spam from my inbox
November 24, 2011
abandoned
I’m working very fucking hard on some new poetry. Or I am about to burn down the house as the poem is wont to resolve itself.
