Hey readers! I'm taking a little poll here, should I start writing in this journal in a non-poetic way(read: should I whine about my life like other journals)?
Please tell me if you'd rahter this remain a poetry journal or poetry with other updates interspersed.
and no one better give me one of those "this is your journal answers", I hate that.

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It's not so much memory
but the correct smells-
color combinations
that evoke a day
running with parallel velocities-

ours was once
battery-taste on lonely nights
washed down with a Guinness
and yet another cigarette.

Velocities unsustainable
too timid a pace
for the mutants
which populate the bars
in the ashes floating
over the remains of

The morning ( Read more... )

Drops of beer

I sing to myself
while sitting by myself and drinking alone
dragged down by nothing -no encumbrance- save for
cell-phone ringing
Blind Lemon Jefferson.

There exists a space between poems, the void sutra
sucking in all matter- spitting back from the other-side
something far less tangible far more accessible

Philip K Dick was smoking tremendous amounts at the time ( Read more... )

I walk in 5/8 time ( Read more... )

Two men are rolling dice ( Read more... )

We're like AA Milne characters, who smoke and drink ( Read more... )