Wednesday, August 12, 2009
b[r/l]33d.
we learn to ignore and ignite.
but inflammed or insane, we still imitate.
art.
what does the soul of a starving artist smell like?
what does the skin of a dying person feel like?
struggles and sand.
the thinking man
is a dying breed.
...and
dith babbled on at the insane hour of 2:26:00 AM
Monday, August 10, 2009
1 salt cookie,
1 mini crossiant with mystery filling,
3 julie waffle cookies;
dinner.
...and
dith babbled on at the insane hour of 1:04:00 AM
Sunday, August 02, 2009
2 things my hair and veggies have in common:
1) they both have roots
2) they both have green bits!
...and
dith babbled on at the insane hour of 11:01:00 PM
いい加減にする
and it came without a price;
the reams of paper,
the shapes of regret,
moaning like lost sheeps gone to bed.
the weather is fine, ma'am;
i just need my applecore -
and the world will turn once more.
counting down is impossible from nowhere to begin
flightless headache squawked like a chicken
poultry on a platter so prim and proper.
culpable; palpable
the thighs were so tangible;
we all went down with a dinner scalpel
and her breasts heaved.
clouds came a-calling
i fell down the stairs in the harvest;
corn rows of sorrows
my foot hit the brake.
seething i saw them teething,
bashing their heads against the fence
cotton wool creatures crying coarse fluff
my sweater felt uncomfortable in the cold weather.
the burn marks the dream marks
the tooth marks
pink-blue-green-yellow-purple
i still know the face of the cart owner.
but everything was free
caterwauling cartwheel
i spun and spun
through the lint and the softener.
...and
dith babbled on at the insane hour of 10:28:00 PM
Saturday, August 01, 2009
sleepy cucumber and broccoli head.
...and
dith babbled on at the insane hour of 8:49:00 PM