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Saturday, January 12, 2008

freaks-a-la-carte

Rationalizing piety by freak-showing the ostracized we live within a lame framework of exclusive safeties I'm motivated by the circus in my head (freaks a la carte) and the dead lying bloodied-still-staring below my war-coat I am at peace with masacaras and rhinestones and razors and nakedness and... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, January 10, 2008

Things.

Things..I found cleaning... My red retro lighter.The only thing i picked up at that gas station job that i still like.That and the SRV limited edition GTO matchbox car.Retro lighter looks like something born from a Lempicka painting.A flat bullet,with chrome fittings reminiscent of the chyrsler... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, January 9, 2008

Red skies, delight and warning.

I wrote this last February. A month after this incident my other eye hemorrhaged as well, leaving me blind until four surgeries later.I still need one or two more. Claire and I spent a lovely day at one of our favourite bookshop/plaza and had a delightful lunch at Johnny's Grille. At the bookshop I... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, January 8, 2008

HAPPY BIRTHDAY.

Happy 73rd birthday, Elvis. Thank God for world changers like this, so few and far between. Sign in to see full entry.

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Ablutions.

I am blinking myself awake, she whispers somewhere near my stomach that she needs to dry her hair.I touch her chin and smile my okays.She smiles back,my freshly showered Claire, and rolls away from our purple blanketed snuggle, free to be noisy, now that I'm cresting consciousness like a one-winged... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, January 7, 2008

Stained-glass Eggshell.

Dragons soliloquy.......Continous clawing out of embryonic sack,hacking amniotic fluids out of my airway..clipping of cords,feed tubes..thrashing about of limbs,effervescent irridescent eggshell,stained-glass eggshell forever shattering,whilst I implode..albumin floods..mother i am not twins...I am... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, January 6, 2008

Apathy, just say No.

What is it in people.They are so afraid of being injured,made fun of,that they deny themselves passion.For someone,something,some belief.I despise most of my own generation.Apathy,the numbness disease..the need to carve everyone other human soul out of a stick figure pattern.Jam yourself into my... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, January 5, 2008

Hart Michael.

This too, I wrote last April,soon after my dog had passed away, i don't feel like writing more about it but i feel the text is worthy of a re-print, since I already posted the poem below it.Thanks for helping me recall the life of a wonderful beast with your reading. Tonight the great cactus yellow... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, January 4, 2008

Burying The Dog

Sorry I've been gone so long, due to unforeseen circumstances. This is an older poem, from last April in fact, when my beloved dog passed away.The Roxette lyrics at the beginning were on the radio when I wrote this and became inextricable from my thought pattern as music and lyrics are wont to... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, December 24, 2007

Atonement.

I love orange/purple sunsets and the lulling mystic sound of trains. I love the finality of my woman's forearm across my shoulders her cheek in the small of my back, the way we huddle-slumber beneath the open window and the way that I just don't care what the road below sounds like anymore.It hisses... Sign in to see full entry.

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