short little poems ( Read more... )

i can't write.
better keep smoking.
bukowski did it.
so did vonnegut.
keruoac, the list goes on
and gets less obvious,
even if i don't.
fuck, i bet
quinn did it.
the point is,
the more i dress
like a writer
the more i feel
like a newscaster.

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amphigory/allegory ( Read more... )

lassitude/platitude;
a plaster cast in wet mold.
you can admire it, if you want,
but i wouldn't advise the avision.
i was quietly contemplating it's dank curvature,
lending my heart to it's sad cause
until a real story jumped from the burial
and revealed a heart
i was sure
i had lost.

Here is
my great novel.

I'll leave the editing to you.

once i get to the bottom of this (glass ( Read more... )

i suppose you must wonder, then ( Read more... )

there is this water running.
i can hear it.
underscore everything
with ambient sound
and it just feels like a movie
and you don't have to be you,
thank god.