h-town, my wood floors are cold to the touch, my feet say. h-town, this is sound argument, for which you know all about, you know well. kitten digs her claws into the side of this chair. kitten, I still call her, little half-pint. every then and now, little tuffs of fur, a claw or two.…… Continue reading Here is Here
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What The Hell Was That?
attractive in nature, stare and gawk prisoned imagination gut wrenched and then all is silent as all get out in a fight the pair of spectacles were broken correct me at the facility and get your cigarettes from the vending machine late afternoon hands are chopped half way to the bone till the right words…… Continue reading What The Hell Was That?
Many Words
The Wire is the best fucking show B-more ya just don’t know anyway note notes get ya goats ever listen to The Goats? yeah, Philly I was up there for a bit my first temple like My First Sony it was a drill bit to my temple they put me in the mental now I’m…… Continue reading Many Words
dinosaur replacements
I look at you the way the moon looks at the earth change is in the air and putting me in the gutter car alarms in this lot are motherfuckers that’s the word I’m using, sorry check me out I am locking my door now on top of locking my door I am turning on…… Continue reading dinosaur replacements
Lifetimes
Finally my job has hired me, this has been the first week, and I’m no longer a temp. Feels good not to be a temp and in turn be handed all the paperwork listing a pretty generous set of benefits. So we’ll see how it goes, how everything goes. As a unit, we’re pretty stressed…… Continue reading Lifetimes
The Mind Screen
a mental pain the anguish squish you step on a bug this part of town is roach infested brochures don’t tell this we don’t read brochures a mental pain hardly can define itself the blinding pain… in a book somewhere says the pain enables one to point to the miracle I tend to the garden…… Continue reading The Mind Screen
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monday morning poem
door cold back people watching guy curb spit smoke waft condensation coffee proper place you think you know imagined space perfect as you wanna be how to manual patience weed ready to repair haunting past head thru glass a mild attack love for felines are called cats shred you with spare claws a WS (writing…… Continue reading monday morning poem
Up At The Counter
that year they set up a birthday party for me my whole class came and we filled up the back of that restaurant eating out of cardboard boxes for little people we were satisfied enough One man perhaps it was his birthday too came up to the place remembering to bring his gun and was…… Continue reading Up At The Counter
terms you must come to
“Don’t die with your music still in you.” -Wayne Dyer I have to think about… I have to make plans for what I’m going to do with myself once my friends hit the road in a month (they’re probably not coming back anytime soon). I have to think about the emotional state I’m going to…… Continue reading terms you must come to
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