act on anxiety ( Read more... )

can you remember the bait?
can you remember your spine?
can you remember the name of the man
who blamed you for hell when you were
only three years old?
finger the caved-in nose
finger the caved-in veins...
sell the ocean back to yourself
and come up dry.

it's been a long time.

they all go down a hill
they all scab and husk
people who fell apart
fell apart to yarn
they leave you remembering
they leave me remembering
i open eyes against dream wind
and stay dry.

in the indig i movie, there should be a scene where i discover that each of eric's drums must only be hit once to start what are essentially loops. i say "when did... did eric install drum triggers or somehting? ... what the fuck, he's... he's just cheating, that's all! that's all it is! what an asshole ( Read more... )

intro to lunch, the indig i movie ( Read more... )

this bright air,
this choke coming on...
spring mornings are here
and space is losing flavor.
the sky is only beautiful at night
when not light or rusted
sleep is only beautiful
when it's never interrupted...

in a place where revolution is a cure
for boredom and not anything more
the work to find a sentence that amounts
is worth the money saved to move away

if you're taken by speeches
...............

half-conscious attempt at hitting upon a great idea for a film of some sort ( Read more... )

do not call me anymore
i'm out of hope to hand away,
and if you ask another time
i'll only tell you a reason not to ask again.
so do not take my advice.
don't even listen to what i say.
i couldn't help you when we met
and i can only hurt you now...