I'm in a bus.
On a road.
Near-sighted.
Without headphones.
10.07.2010
10.19.2009
Beneath the Windowsill
I live remembering,
A far too contented life
As paint beneath a windowsill
On the bottom of the mad hatter’s shoe
Windowsill's aware
Paint’s temporary
Stepping, dancing
Paint will peel.
Eventually I’ll be no more
Beneath the windowsill
On the bottom of the mad hatter’s shoe.
“Everything’s fine” she told me with her eyes
The windowsill
She knew my destiny
She's played this game
I knew
I knew I knew not what
Only that she did not know
Know my 1-2-3 and I feel therefore…
That color…the one I have
Nothing comes to mind
The bottom of the mad hatter’s shoe
Makes mirrors impossible
Made truly of liquid stuff
I’ll be printed all across the floor
Plainly unaware of how incredibly vast
The extension of my paint could reach
Panicked! Peeled off the floor, off the shoe
Sticking to the 1-2-3
The very last time
The first and final panic for paint
That’s not the purpose of paint!
Life to live all the while
For whom?
Told the windowsill I love her
Her color that could be mine
Her “Everything’s fine”
She’s all aching eyes
All “Knowledge” calls out
She and me are aching eyes
And the rest is a memory
The instant spent
Beneath the windowsill
On the bottom of the mad hatter’s shoe
The blessed shoe had the feeling
Like a playhouse
An invention from a childish soup kitchen
In God’s city
And you want to laugh at something like that
Really
A far too contented life
As paint beneath a windowsill
On the bottom of the mad hatter’s shoe
Windowsill's aware
Paint’s temporary
Stepping, dancing
Paint will peel.
Eventually I’ll be no more
Beneath the windowsill
On the bottom of the mad hatter’s shoe.
“Everything’s fine” she told me with her eyes
The windowsill
She knew my destiny
She's played this game
I knew
I knew I knew not what
Only that she did not know
Know my 1-2-3 and I feel therefore…
That color…the one I have
Nothing comes to mind
The bottom of the mad hatter’s shoe
Makes mirrors impossible
Made truly of liquid stuff
I’ll be printed all across the floor
Plainly unaware of how incredibly vast
The extension of my paint could reach
Panicked! Peeled off the floor, off the shoe
Sticking to the 1-2-3
The very last time
The first and final panic for paint
That’s not the purpose of paint!
Life to live all the while
For whom?
Told the windowsill I love her
Her color that could be mine
Her “Everything’s fine”
She’s all aching eyes
All “Knowledge” calls out
She and me are aching eyes
And the rest is a memory
The instant spent
Beneath the windowsill
On the bottom of the mad hatter’s shoe
The blessed shoe had the feeling
Like a playhouse
An invention from a childish soup kitchen
In God’s city
And you want to laugh at something like that
Really
8.31.2009
Death of a Baker, Life of a Hound
Tipsy on one step
Forward and back
Legs apart balance
Brain on a crepe
Gravity attack
Last chance
Delicate crisp
French pancake lover
Of mine and yours
Falls. A hopeless wisp
Betrays in hover
The gravitational whores
But so does the dog
Make the midair snatch
For midair snacking
Depriving that hog
Of the pancake catch.
Hog: sent packing.
Forward and back
Legs apart balance
Brain on a crepe
Gravity attack
Last chance
Delicate crisp
French pancake lover
Of mine and yours
Falls. A hopeless wisp
Betrays in hover
The gravitational whores
But so does the dog
Make the midair snatch
For midair snacking
Depriving that hog
Of the pancake catch.
Hog: sent packing.
8.14.2009
Peace and Love, or death from above
"Freedom was attacked Today..."
If only words could wash away
The biggest lie
Did freedom die?
And bigger still
That freedom will
Or can, at that
...the silly twat...
"...and Freedom will be defended."
Not a good idea is it
To have no idea of that idea)
Unended. At least he tried?
He didn't, no, he never was.
Tried, with reason.
We were under no real threat of tyranny,
Fighting
For Freedom
(did I imagine your lies? Of course I did.)
for our freedom
Code for killing, dear George,
And your code for vengeance.
A concept like a baby,
From conception, we agree.
Freedom is not born of you
But you of it
You scare me, George!
A baby is very much like a President
A President is very much like you
You are very much like
Freedom
Misappropriational Freedom Freedom
Convenient concept?
For you.
Because freedom comes
It comes with certain...oops
...well... you get the idea
What about...
Responsibility.
It also comes with Agility.
Telekenesis! But sometimes Prosthesis.
With a bit of a thrill.
Like a veto on an oxygen bill (crush and snort)
I'm a baby too. Poke fun, at you?
And that's the moment you're at your best.
Did you pass the test?
If only words could wash away
The biggest lie
Did freedom die?
And bigger still
That freedom will
Or can, at that
...the silly twat...
"...and Freedom will be defended."
Not a good idea is it
To have no idea of that idea)
Unended. At least he tried?
He didn't, no, he never was.
Tried, with reason.
We were under no real threat of tyranny,
Fighting
For Freedom
(did I imagine your lies? Of course I did.)
for our freedom
Code for killing, dear George,
And your code for vengeance.
A concept like a baby,
From conception, we agree.
Freedom is not born of you
But you of it
You scare me, George!
A baby is very much like a President
A President is very much like you
You are very much like
Freedom
Misappropriational Freedom Freedom
Convenient concept?
For you.
Because freedom comes
It comes with certain...oops
...well... you get the idea
What about...
Responsibility.
It also comes with Agility.
Telekenesis! But sometimes Prosthesis.
With a bit of a thrill.
Like a veto on an oxygen bill (crush and snort)
I'm a baby too. Poke fun, at you?
And that's the moment you're at your best.
Did you pass the test?
8.05.2009
Tell me, what is balls?
Though I’d much rather you
Complement me
For taking so long to acquiesce
Life as we know it
Is even affirmed
By the acceptance of your creed
Art
is
business
Complement me
For taking so long to acquiesce
Life as we know it
Is even affirmed
By the acceptance of your creed
Art
is
business
7.17.2009
Film Alley
Our concept of an eye
Full well looking
Lord knows
Where all that fullness is...
But what have we seen?
Is the eye, another than the eye?
Your eye, one of the eyes?
Oh poorest. Do you have eyes and yet not see?
The camera is recording, for someone to see
But without the person, we alter
Without cause
You must remember the human being
Or he will be forgotten by celluloid and digitalia
Forgotten in paper
The words ... not forgotten in words
I feel it prudent to mention the very existence
(of the landscape)
You can't feel something prudent anymore
I wonder why that is
It's unprofessional
See for yourself
Full well looking
Lord knows
Where all that fullness is...
But what have we seen?
Is the eye, another than the eye?
Your eye, one of the eyes?
Oh poorest. Do you have eyes and yet not see?
The camera is recording, for someone to see
But without the person, we alter
Without cause
You must remember the human being
Or he will be forgotten by celluloid and digitalia
Forgotten in paper
The words ... not forgotten in words
I feel it prudent to mention the very existence
(of the landscape)
You can't feel something prudent anymore
I wonder why that is
It's unprofessional
See for yourself
7.14.2009
Are we not children? Undefeated?
We are in the age
Of information
But that is all one
I will sing of the sun
A rise and set
Perpetuation
But that is all one
I will sing of the nun
A parson or page
Some speculation
But that is all one
I will sing of the Son
Mysterious sage
Is worthy to know
The further you go
You walk and he glows
Reverend reveres
And so we shall follow
Him to follow
He that follows
Not at a glimpse
Nor ever at hollow
Him to follow
He that follows
From He that is Light
No chance for flight
And would you fight
To hide from light
You are not worthy
Or do not know
Blessed is he
Or she who believes
And still has not seen
Of information
But that is all one
I will sing of the sun
A rise and set
Perpetuation
But that is all one
I will sing of the nun
A parson or page
Some speculation
But that is all one
I will sing of the Son
Mysterious sage
Is worthy to know
The further you go
You walk and he glows
Reverend reveres
And so we shall follow
Him to follow
He that follows
Not at a glimpse
Nor ever at hollow
Him to follow
He that follows
From He that is Light
No chance for flight
And would you fight
To hide from light
You are not worthy
Or do not know
Blessed is he
Or she who believes
And still has not seen
7.01.2009
Ten American Moviemakers of Choice
1. Stanley Kubrick
2. Woody Allen
3. Paul Thomas Anderson
4. Spike Jonze
5. Orson Welles
6. Martin Scorsese
7. David Lynch
8. Frank Capra
9. Charlie Chaplin
10. David Cronenberg
with strong regards to Ed Harris, Quentin Tarantino, John Huston, Clint Eastwood, Joel Coen, Steven Spielberg, Steven Soderberg, Robert Altman, Alexander Payne, Buster Keaton, Ethan Coen, Jim Jarmusch, John Ford, Howard Hawks, Christopher Guest, George Clooney, Francis Ford Coppola, and Billy Wilder.
2. Woody Allen
3. Paul Thomas Anderson
4. Spike Jonze
5. Orson Welles
6. Martin Scorsese
7. David Lynch
8. Frank Capra
9. Charlie Chaplin
10. David Cronenberg
with strong regards to Ed Harris, Quentin Tarantino, John Huston, Clint Eastwood, Joel Coen, Steven Spielberg, Steven Soderberg, Robert Altman, Alexander Payne, Buster Keaton, Ethan Coen, Jim Jarmusch, John Ford, Howard Hawks, Christopher Guest, George Clooney, Francis Ford Coppola, and Billy Wilder.
6.07.2009
Stock footage
Stock footage of the nipple of an insect
Captured your voyage perfectly at the time
Happiness and place were absolute
Captured your voyage perfectly at the time
Happiness and place were absolute
5.13.2009
Inside of a carpenter's box
Sweating out of my cheeks
Grumbling like a hound
Feeling like a small chip of bacon
Deciding whether to drink wine
I just brushed my teeth
I'll drink water, wash that toothpaste out
Poison and I are acclimated at this point
Coffee or Cigarettes, you name it
I'm figuring out what this butter knife is doing
Sitting next to my computer with a serrated edge
I used it to stir my tea
Gathering my thoughts I recall that I sit here
My thoughts are interrupted by a siren
Why does the siren always seem to call for me
Writing way too fast
Seven ages ago. That was 15. This is 22.
I miss twenty. I wrote freely and innocently at 20.
I lied about my innocence at 22, but the memory remained clean.
Ah, good riddance.
Let failures rouch themselves off to the plains to die.
Investing crackers into my mouth
Sweating out of my cheeks
Grumbling like a hound
Feeling like a small chip of bacon
Deciding whether to drink wine
I just brushed my teeth
I'll drink water, wash that toothpaste out
Poison and I are acclimated at this point
Coffee or Cigarettes, you name it
I'm figuring out what this butter knife is doing
Sitting next to my computer with a serrated edge
I used it to stir my tea
Gathering my thoughts I recall that I sit here
My thoughts are interrupted by a siren
Why does the siren always seem to call for me
Writing way too fast
Seven ages ago. That was 15. This is 22.
I miss twenty. I wrote freely and innocently at 20.
I lied about my innocence at 22, but the memory remained clean.
Ah, good riddance.
Let failures rouch themselves off to the plains to die.
Investing crackers into my mouth
5.09.2009
To Orson Welles
To George Welles, who fell before he was born I write,
We barely missed a chance to know one another,
But there was never a chance. I should be
As free as you,
I think sadly that I very well may be exactly.
And you were too. As free as you were. You had to know that
"Power" is only temporary, but your freedom remains.
Who sings your name now? But how many times they sing. Whenever they sing, you twist, you twist their song. Who could have given you enough money to make your masterpiece?
I am not you... you, the man of great artistry.
You are so full-chested
In all your roles
Oh evenheaded
Dead or alive
So uneven
Not always the best final products but ever the instinct,
Inventing in order to tell.
Don't fuck with my editing. You fuck with my editing,
and you are a douchebag without a name who makes me look like you, Hollywood.
You have taught me nothing
I could not have learned from any of the great films
Following yours, American Mercury.
An American hungarian...
a Frenchman!
And an painter in Ireland, supporting yourself
Leaving paintings in the houses where you stayed...
Cut off by your drinking and, of course, your gen... and, absolutely, by Hollywood. Was it wrong for RKO to give so much to one man?
Did he do wrong to his office by accepting? Did he not succeed?
Your subsequent failures are your greatest credits.
All in images.
(I wish that Hollywood had been better to you)
I like Mr. Arkadin, the film itself (images, baby!)
The lead actor's a bit of a bore.
Always a fan, loved the wine commercial.
Keep in touch,
TCA
We barely missed a chance to know one another,
But there was never a chance. I should be
As free as you,
I think sadly that I very well may be exactly.
And you were too. As free as you were. You had to know that
"Power" is only temporary, but your freedom remains.
Who sings your name now? But how many times they sing. Whenever they sing, you twist, you twist their song. Who could have given you enough money to make your masterpiece?
I am not you... you, the man of great artistry.
You are so full-chested
In all your roles
Oh evenheaded
Dead or alive
So uneven
Not always the best final products but ever the instinct,
Inventing in order to tell.
Don't fuck with my editing. You fuck with my editing,
and you are a douchebag without a name who makes me look like you, Hollywood.
You have taught me nothing
I could not have learned from any of the great films
Following yours, American Mercury.
An American hungarian...
a Frenchman!
And an painter in Ireland, supporting yourself
Leaving paintings in the houses where you stayed...
Cut off by your drinking and, of course, your gen... and, absolutely, by Hollywood. Was it wrong for RKO to give so much to one man?
Did he do wrong to his office by accepting? Did he not succeed?
Your subsequent failures are your greatest credits.
All in images.
(I wish that Hollywood had been better to you)
I like Mr. Arkadin, the film itself (images, baby!)
The lead actor's a bit of a bore.
Always a fan, loved the wine commercial.
Keep in touch,
TCA
5.05.2009
The last drive of its kind
Shake
Jitter bug song
Candle weeps
Wax
Dissolves
Head burns
Rummed out
To the stem
Jitter bug song
Candle weeps
Wax
Dissolves
Head burns
Rummed out
To the stem
4.27.2009
Cost to Direct Fitness
Sometimes a mind reader
She's judging
I'm pretty sure
She'll happily dismiss me
Because I'm pretty sure
But I can always make a move
-----
Somebody
I am somebody
She likes that about me
And I happen to know
It's my best quality
She's judging
I'm pretty sure
She'll happily dismiss me
Because I'm pretty sure
But I can always make a move
-----
Somebody
I am somebody
She likes that about me
And I happen to know
It's my best quality
3.19.2009
3.09.2009
2.04.2009
We were not a beacon on a hill
Afford yourself the opportunity to try
Treat anybody as if he were your very own person, and you he
Muslims most especially
Christians most especially
Jews most especially
Philosophers especially
Janitors most especially
Plumbers most especially
Hookers most especially
Policemen most especially
Children most especially
Moneylenders in particular
The French most especially
The Iranians most especially
Russians are the very best
And I haven't even gotten to Americans yet
I find it prudent, also, to mention (though I risk annihilation) that Koreans beat even Texas
When it comes
to Barbeque...
In other words: I HEART Korea(n Barbeque)!
(I was risking annihilation from the Texan. Barbeque from Texas is a mmmmmatter of great pride - num num)
... (he has made peace with the Mexican, has he not?)
Afford yourself the opportunity to try
Treat anybody as if he were your very own person, and you he
Muslims most especially
Christians most especially
Jews most especially
Philosophers especially
Janitors most especially
Plumbers most especially
Hookers most especially
Policemen most especially
Children most especially
Moneylenders in particular
The French most especially
The Iranians most especially
Russians are the very best
And I haven't even gotten to Americans yet
I find it prudent, also, to mention (though I risk annihilation) that Koreans beat even Texas
When it comes
to Barbeque...
In other words: I HEART Korea(n Barbeque)!
(I was risking annihilation from the Texan. Barbeque from Texas is a mmmmmatter of great pride - num num)
... (he has made peace with the Mexican, has he not?)
1.30.2009
12.14.2008
Do not topple yourself with verse
Verse - it isn't even hardly
It's more like a list
Of harmless grains
You might find in a fourth grade schoolbook
Not a pretty picture
Jacarandas stink
Life moves on
People die and so forth
News to me
News to you
Good news
The good news
Poetry will not save you
But you can save poetry
All you have to do is sneeze three times
and say
there's no place
like home
Verse - it isn't even hardly
It's more like a list
Of harmless grains
You might find in a fourth grade schoolbook
Not a pretty picture
Jacarandas stink
Life moves on
People die and so forth
News to me
News to you
Good news
The good news
Poetry will not save you
But you can save poetry
All you have to do is sneeze three times
and say
there's no place
like home
12.13.2008
Meeting people to eat
The people of Mexico
I want to go home
Lollipop does just fine
Nothing in the middle
And I have to bite
I haven't read anything
For a long time
Shave myself good
Damn fine
Somebody swallow me
I never could think that way
Got no problem talking
Popular possum
Play yourself
Hey
You're pretty good at that
Did you know?
The people of Mexico
I want to go home
Lollipop does just fine
Nothing in the middle
And I have to bite
I haven't read anything
For a long time
Shave myself good
Damn fine
Somebody swallow me
I never could think that way
Got no problem talking
Popular possum
Play yourself
Hey
You're pretty good at that
Did you know?
12.11.2008
Do you understand a Shakespeare of a bloke
A man looking for some kind of love
Writer no doubt
Sometimes you don't know how a person's work
Can Be anything other than something that hooks them
Early on
Until they don't know they are doing it anymore
It should be something you love
It should be what you love
Lusioned much with love
I lay a centipede awake
On my desk
The centipede takes off it's several boots
And stays a while
Calling itself Faith
A man looking for some kind of love
Writer no doubt
Sometimes you don't know how a person's work
Can Be anything other than something that hooks them
Early on
Until they don't know they are doing it anymore
It should be something you love
It should be what you love
Lusioned much with love
I lay a centipede awake
On my desk
The centipede takes off it's several boots
And stays a while
Calling itself Faith
12.07.2008
12.05.2008
A Student Sitting
Who's rude
When you walk right past
And I'm stoned and I'm silent
Purple hair
Take up the girl
Who knows me and my position
I think too much
Somebody knows me thinking
Fortunate unfortunate
Cross-legged bear interrupted
The lecture begins
And it's time to turn the page
When you walk right past
And I'm stoned and I'm silent
Purple hair
Take up the girl
Who knows me and my position
I think too much
Somebody knows me thinking
Fortunate unfortunate
Cross-legged bear interrupted
The lecture begins
And it's time to turn the page
12.02.2008
Just because we are the greatest country in the world does not mean, automatically, that we are its greatest people. It is the call to do good and behave righteously in the face of freedom itself that makes our country the very finest, but our country, our land, is so much more than we can be, though we never had the grace to see it. So take up your grace as you take up a mountain.
12.01.2008
Love and Forgive
Who opened the door
To that redhead
Licorice afternoon drinking
On the park bench next to your
Favorite park bench
A curtain will do just fine
But the stage should be hidden somehow
Cope
Park
Was a baby born? (Did you take care of it? and love help me and Jesus help me)
To that redhead
Licorice afternoon drinking
On the park bench next to your
Favorite park bench
A curtain will do just fine
But the stage should be hidden somehow
Cope
Park
Was a baby born? (Did you take care of it? and love help me and Jesus help me)
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