I saw a bird trapped in the sky.

The zine of my writings will be called "Don't Fucking Bore Me" and I will be finished with it soon.

The other night I was skating in the street in front of my house and I fell. This is obviously not a big deal. It happens all the time. I fall, I scape my palms, go inside and wash my hands and go on with my night. Well this was no different, I fell, washed my hands, and continued on, not taking into consideration that I had fallen where the ( Read more... )

I donate plasma for money. Yesterday, I went to the center to donate and was called back into a room by the two supervisors on duty. They needed to talk to me. A wave of uneasy washed over me as I sat on the examination table.

supervisor #1 "Well, James, there isn't any easy way to tell you this..."

At this point, I'm sure that they are going to ( Read more... )

downfall of a generation
an entire youth
spent in a pose
can you imagine
the waste
distorting faces
for pocket size cameras
the illusion of enjoyment
plastered on smiles
plastered
raising empty glasses
toasting to nothing

I

spit

on

you.

When I met you I was a skeleton of a man ( Read more... )

I remember fighting ( Read more... )

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Sir Robert Burnett, you are truly a saint
I would proudly bear thy cross
take me to Olympia oh dear sir
tell me you love me
and stroke my mustache as if you still did
even if the feeling fades by morning
and I vomit on our next meeting
take no offense
for I cherish our time together

steel impaling urethane
could I have imagined?
this spinning
of tiny respective worlds
under my feet
the joy
the thrill inescapable
a sinking heart
ever to rise again
turning my bones
to wood and concrete
flakes of pavement stinging my eyes
who knew such beauty could be accomplished
honed
perfected
this is perfection
and peace