it plateaus
it always does
you may prepare and know
this but
it still gets you
drumming her fingers on the dashboard
she says
inevitable cycles annoy me
the wind shifts the car indifferently
the dust collects
his smile falls as he thinks
of mileage and the map
he left
another unfinished journey
like
the last
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
For a meal
thirty-three percent pay cut
same job
same hours
she listens to
every
single table
going around
about money
jobs
and savings
constant reminders
that her husband hasn't
held a steady job
for three years
about to lose the house
and a beautiful daughter
finished with college...
she removes another plate
and thinks
no one tells you
it can go sideways
at any time
as
a plate shatters
same job
same hours
she listens to
every
single table
going around
about money
jobs
and savings
constant reminders
that her husband hasn't
held a steady job
for three years
about to lose the house
and a beautiful daughter
finished with college...
she removes another plate
and thinks
no one tells you
it can go sideways
at any time
as
a plate shatters
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
"God enters through the wound"
odd
she-wolf voice
from a young
white boy
a song about the moon
sung snarled
moaned
young white
boy
his angular blues
like a howling
electric angel knowing
the dead only
speak to the dead
and all angels
equal
voyeurs lost
looking
despite
not because
of
the moon
she-wolf voice
from a young
white boy
a song about the moon
sung snarled
moaned
young white
boy
his angular blues
like a howling
electric angel knowing
the dead only
speak to the dead
and all angels
equal
voyeurs lost
looking
despite
not because
of
the moon
Sunday, February 12, 2012
Not its content but its resonance
25 degrees is crazy motherfucking cold here
I take deep breaths after three beers
and feel awake and amused
happy
with this life this year
is a confluence of 38
years
of trying
and flailing and hugging shadows
and thinking the dark
was honey was spark
and the deep
deep
deep
inspiration and ignoring the destruction
destitution
that denial was the Art was
the pre-determined prerequisite for inspiration
the black outs and the bottle counts
somehow
all
clinks
like glass breaking glass
a sharp bright shock
that fades to an unsatisfying
conclusion
that took years
and many bottles
to reach
but whatever
did it
I do not care
God bless you
new year
I take deep breaths after three beers
and feel awake and amused
happy
with this life this year
is a confluence of 38
years
of trying
and flailing and hugging shadows
and thinking the dark
was honey was spark
and the deep
deep
deep
inspiration and ignoring the destruction
destitution
that denial was the Art was
the pre-determined prerequisite for inspiration
the black outs and the bottle counts
somehow
all
clinks
like glass breaking glass
a sharp bright shock
that fades to an unsatisfying
conclusion
that took years
and many bottles
to reach
but whatever
did it
I do not care
God bless you
new year
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