you are more inconstant than the consistency ( Read more... )

"If you like my poems let them walk in the evening, a little behind you.
Then people will say 'Along this road, i saw a princess pass on her way to meet her lover
(it was toward nightfall) with tall and ignorant servants.'" (ee, duh)

i bet you remember ( Read more... )

my road trip was amazing, what a way to start the new year


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if i had the love
of a color
the sentiments would have been blue
my love of the moonshine
at midnight
could dull the most marvelous hue
if i had the love
of a mem'ry
the fading away would be new
my love of the sweet
sentimental
the drum of my heart
echoes two

inventive
this life of
yellow ribbons and majestic
symmetry
where touchandtasteandsmell
are disregarded
in the world of tangibility
western logic and
chemical perfection
who knew (they
were animals) and had to share
the very breath
with juniper

if only my heart could grow some legs ( Read more... )

Women are irrational, that's all there is to that ( Read more... )

I am a sweater in a makeshift washbasin
my fibers ground into each other
squeezed and crumpled
stretched and wrung
i lay limp on the clothesline of your uncertainty
swaying in the inconstant breeze of affection
ignoring the sweet scent
drying up with each word
shrinking with every caress

This morning I ate peanut butter toast crunch
in an orange bowl
it was so simple to the greeks
still wearing last night's shirt
pandora and her damn box
they stayed crunchy, even in milk
Nietsche once said hope was the greatest of all evils
the floor needs vacumming
because it prolongs the suffering of man
maybe I'll do it tomorrow