my head is so full of Latin right now; from
cramming and [cramming and repeating like Stein, and
cramming and repeating, as Stein repeats.
there's (no) small comfort in the way the words pile on and pile high,
one over another or over that same one.
she certainly had some certain way with that]
to sub rosa: beneath the rose; the expression ( Read more... )

sometimes i get lost in here, and i can only come back with the thought
that this is what was meant. i can only find my way by the light of
self and self and self, and you are all. nothing else, or higher...
and ever again, like walking through those woods at night:
the trees and the trunks of trees,
standing over the tall grass

this cat next to me fell asleep so quickly...
or, i can almost stay awake, long enough to...
or,

there's a difference then in the way that i feel it and the way
that i seem to present it, and even the way that i know.
sometimes it gets lost in the process,
and i'm not sure anymore that i am sure at all.
when i say this
then i mean this
and you hear...
(or moreover, you don'tand lord ( Read more... )

joyce and Joyce ( Read more... )

these have been the words coming lately:
it's been long enough without you here to know that we are doing just fine alone.
and i know that you could forgive us for what we are
but oh we do not want that, and oh we do not want you...i know what it means, but there's no struggle there and no noticeable change ( Read more... )

i'm sitting in the fine arts building, currently ( Read more... )

fucking i got a new job, so there's that going
and the band is playing lots of shows and writing great songs
+ school starts in a couple of weeks so i could learn again.
and better this time, for sure.

some things fell into place while i was sleeping this morning.
it sounds like i might have a new job soon. this is good news.
now i guess i have to shower and get the ball rolling.

if i could only guess, the way you know, well i would be so much better suited for this. and it's the reason, i'm sure, that you walk so well and so straight, like i wish i could... marching to some song, sung from high on that comes crashing down.

the words don't seem the same without music.

well i'm a minor poet, and you're a finer breed