Here is a link for a new Chapbook put out by Pepper Press with cover art by Micael Chadwick.
http://www.scribd.com/doc/86078699/Ark-and-Other-Poems
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March 19, 2012
leather
left lying on the floor
where dropped
in route to somewhere other
turned it’s aspect
apart from and
saintly away
the moment smells of sweat
lying unrested
wearing a buckle attached
tight to a belt,
fastened loose, but
for safe keeping
left lying on the floor
where dropped, dark
brown, augments worn and pale planks
obfuscating
a vision, past, present
a moment varied
– Hoc Scripsi
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
March 15, 2012
upping my meds
speed of sound interrupted
There is no thought predominantly in my concussed brain that merits posting. Sitting within a college building, I feel none of the inspiration of youth, knowledge, beauty, and unbridled idealism that college campuses are attributed.
But there is tinny piano echoing down the hall, there are operatic voices with indefinable words ornamenting the stabbed out notes on the piano and sung by children somewhere between the ages of 7 and 15.
word is correcting my grammar while I type at the speed of sound.
the speed of sound interrupted by corrections as if I were on the salt flats in wet season.
I am wearing no helmet and the parachute is dysfunctional.
wet salt gets into everything like play sand.
chafes.
the platitudes of willful resemblance 