saturday afternoon when i straggled into our room (slept on the couch in djibouti again) i found a photo album of annie's from 2002 on the floor next to my bed. i leafed through it and had the desire to read my journal from back then. it was strange to read the journals wrought with pathetic self-loathing - i wish in so many ways i was more like ( Read more... )

"there is a lot more roadkill than usual in monterey. the animals know what's going on." my dad says. (does he mean they're committing suicide, or just going haywire ( Read more... )

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my hair is curly tonight. john mayer has been playing on annie's computer all afternoon. i ate a bird's leg and corn-off-the-cob at dinner. i'm completely sober. there's incense (unlit) stuck in the soil of my cactus. the second part of the apple i ate halfway yesterday is going to be delicious as soon as the taste of toothpaste fades from my ( Read more... )

we get a little bit older, but things refuse to change.
i love you, to those of my best friends who took care of me last night.
the wreck apologizes profusely, but thanks you even more.
here is my masterpiece from last night.

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Roberts Sisters,
You are the spring in my step
and the wind beneath my wings.
Your Pal,
Jesus

and if elvis's voice doesn't fail to make me swoon a little
i'll know a modicum of me exists that's unchanged:
i can walk in the rain with barefeet
i can ride the wave of a Good Talk until sunrise, at least
scratch the damn ant bite
see my sister sleeping in the dark
and smile

this is why i pick every scab:

sometimes they bleed
but sometimes they don't!

(that means they were ready to come off and just needed a little help)
now i will go back to my balcony where annie and ravi and bryson and pat and stan and austin are with the guitar and the christmas lights.
life is good.

in my quaint struggle what i want is a sense that i am in effective communication ( Read more... )

so, it boils down to good ( Read more... )