Happy Halloween ( Read more... )

Chief runs-no-more is full of ash and broken dreams again.  The dawn is baring down hard like a nun in a blender full of piss and whiskey.  crack open a warm budweiser and rehearse the escape plan.  But why all the toilet paper?  Flee you bastard, they called last night and want your head flee god damn it!  Persona non grata.  Weird memories and ( Read more... )

It's August 2nd and i'm leaving on the 26th, i guess consider this somewhat of a last-minute warning to people who have had my book(s) for months that i'm going to need them back by the end of the month, so read up ( Read more... )

Ah and there they are
            those ladylike swarms of microbes swimming
                        to my belly
Like all the eons of neon encrusted
                                    signposts
for Pottersfield workers
            consuming beer and peanuts
                        and pretending it’s real.
(Garlic burp wipe beer from mouth
       ( Read more... )

            People are always leaving their stuff here; a four dollar thermos and two 100-page writing tablets was today’s unintentional loot. An oversized poorly stuffed rendition of a trademarked superhero was yesterday’s and it’s only Tuesday at the noxious yodeling shooting gallery. I feel like a crook or a rapist with my pen on this paper but ( Read more... )

Thelonious Monk -
            has entire lost cosmos
dancing in the hallowed valleys of his fingertips
as his keys hammer and enlighten strings
            and enliven a turbulent void
filling the smoky roomed emptiness
with the laughter of stray cats
and his fingertips they flick into the dark
            where flicked the cigarette butt’s bare ( Read more... )

Then fuck you in the ear with a sodering iron, you are a vile festering vindictive dingleberry on the ass of an otherwise reasonable person... you are cancer personified.

Christina's in my basement, (possibly sleeping) coffee is brewing, it's 5:36 and dawn is well underway and we just finished drinking from the night before.  We screamed proclemations of inanity from a fenced-off dirt pile on 82nd and shore (baseball fields) wrote haikus, drank more, talked about Kerouac and America and eternity and even though i'm ( Read more... )

If i took you off my friends list, nothing personal, i just don't know how to make entries private to one (or more) person(s) so i took everyone sans that person off my enemies-i mean "friends" list. (i actually did type enemies first, out of force of habit with lists and all ( Read more... )

So... i just got a letter in the mail saying i passed my audition for the consevatory of music at Purchase. Now i just have to send them some letters of recomendation for the general school dealy and i'll probably be gone in August(?) I don't know, point is - you know i rock ( Read more... )