poke holes in me if you want
my name is nothing
my flesh is a case
I've been thinking - and I'd be the first to admit that that's not always the best idea. Don't know how you'd come up with better ideas without thinking, though, so a man's just gotta make do. I've been thinking too much, anyways. At least, it feels that way. It's not so much that I' ( Read more... )

moments tumble down
rubble piled high as the moon
worthless regrets
I need to stop chewing on my own heart. Lately I've just been going over my past and picking out the most horrible moments to relive again and again. It just seem like the bad times outnumber the good, at least as far as love goes. I guess that's my problem, that I'm fixated on my ( Read more... )

ki o tsumite
yo no akeyasuki
komado kana

the tree cut,
dawn breaks early
at my little window

Today's haiku is by Masaoka Shiki; I found out about him today while writing this entry. It speaks to me because dawn coming earlier is a familiar sensation to Canadians - although for less bittersweet reasons than an old familiar tree being cut down. ( Read more... )

Dressed in mourning black
Cackling cynic's laugh
Crows are songbirds too.

Dancing around death
Gourmets of last breaths
Crows are songbirds too.

Sneer at their cries
Their habits despise
But don't deny their due:
Crows are songbirds too.
I've always been too much a Pollyanna to be a goth; even in my most nihilistic moments I lack the commitment to ( Read more... )

crows still make me smile
an omen? no, more that they
laugh in mourning black

I'm a big fan of William Gibson; he's got a fun writing style, interesting plots, and memorable characters. But the real reason I love his writing is his habit of throwing bizarre incidental details into a story - stranger-than-fiction stuff, like the Babbage engines ( Read more... )

P: "Have no fear! Though all the slings and arrows of the entire world be marshalled against us, we will remain perfectly safe! For we are protected... by THIS ( Read more... )

no haiku today
my throat feels like a graveyard
oh wait, goddamn it
I was talking to a girl at a club the other night, and she apologized to me for her [absent at that point] friend - when they introduced themselves to me earlier, the other girl blurted that they had dubbed me "the moustache." After chalking up some mental points to the apologizing ( Read more... )

arm and foot lockstep
the rhythm keeps in motion
feet numbed by the cold

Yours in Wonderland,
Sushi Jones

cold air burns my lungs
but I'm glad; it reminds me
I'm part of this world
I've had to think about who I am pretty hard, recently. A few things have happened that took me outside my comfort zone, and I had a rough time getting back to terra cognita ( Read more... )

the trend is downwards
but the million snowflakes
dance brownian
This body could be better. It could have titanium bones, ceramic joints, hydraulic muscles, gold nerves. Two legs? Give me six, with ducted thrust to skate across concrete on feet of flame. These limited arms, hinged instead of flexible, fixed in length - discard them. Replace them. ( Read more... )