i knew you were more than me
which is to say an artist
but you came down to see me
shared whiskey and wine
the wind around you elemental
my fire hot
i dreamt of Japanese Charlie Chaplin
uncovered from his mud encasement
with a comic army
by Irish whiskey
and put in a museum in Florida
dancing all limbs
a traveling exhibit

i guess you could say i'm feeling pretty good right now ( Read more... )

recommend books to me. i'm in a loop. and poets.

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Don't let that horse ( Read more... )

braaaaaains

i just ate a persimmon (my first!) and some coconut shrimp. it's been a very concrete day. i tried to write and it came out very much like this. which is alright if you're relating details i guess. it's been a very concrete long length of time actually, i haven't really been feeling much outside this, thinking much outside this. i've had a ( Read more... )

at one a.m. on november 4th 2008, i put my polka-dot rubber boots on, walked through the rain to corner of 65th and 7th and put my absentee ballot in the mailbox. the most satisfying thing about voting in this election was that my vote didn't fucking matter. not by a longshot.

hell yes.

a phone conversation from today ( Read more... )

My house says to me, "Do not leave me, for here dwells your past."
And the road says to me, "Come and follow me, for I am your future."
And I say to both my house and the road, "I have no past, nor have I a future. If I stay here, there is a going in my staing; and if I go there is a staying in my going. Only love and death change all things."