Thursday, December 3, 2009

termites

New-Orleans, darker and darkest that red-wine, uncorked
knowledge not actuated by batteries AA
but more extreme than the vaguest flirt of curiousity
the effect of a snowball of all the most feelings
broken beer bottles tomorrow morning
of the too busy to be killed
for girl-with-glasses, friend-ex-small-new-friend-make-u-false-excuses
smiling a disaffected air high
when kisses intelligent and bedtime
i can't even think about it

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

oops ;)

this life is hectic
but I want to always rub your back your shoulders
during the day light as not to leave
why us? errors will be made, to repeat more;
still you love the false people

your odor in my sheets, hardly there
skin-soft and lost
preparing to leave constantly;
left my lips to chap rendering them to uselessness

secretly, i'd love you to worry
perhaps about our culture
(apart from installations)
for photographed parties

the large numerical camera heat-bitch
the graffiti earlier hung somewhere
only the crisis of medium or the life-married stumblings of a man in the bar
'you young people, you have the remainder of your life to fail everything.'

one before work and i'm gone

so, i; the given up still
because you would say
twenty-two holding soon hardly
which luggage on my back, except a trail of
no-loves and joke-to promise-forevers no-love-letters on
stationary businesses printed paper menus re-used
listing two during once with the store

when I dropped myself drunk matches and
us, them two
stole per package of gum,
you liked it so much! (I?)
one kisses seems fantastic! but - - -
please fall deadened beside the others

the life is a joke and i'm above him, another re-run

the late-nite bicycle-assemble the financial zone when it's hot outside

closed eyes with half and an affected smile
'I think, therefore i hardly exist'
never to know the combat is not an imagination
hate me with your friend to dine the birthday of need

something interesting-
two thin boys in an alley catch your attention
why is sexual attraction a mystery with me but what I can say now?

Berlin-leap with a pretty, pretty heart,
dividing the even-child-cities perhaps we bump in another somewhere share soon.
you feel sorry for embraces-
rather those that speak
bar labelled of the fifteen dollars
spent time with my friends; I HAVE NEED FOR THEM
reasonable reasonable reasonable
to lay down it's sun sector of compartments
introduced and the binary deadened tomb

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

mack the knife

two side by side
a line along the bike line
trapped car-door street-sighs to tire-iron
fake-smile at work 2pm times four
pretty blonde girl is pretty girl everywhere,
don't just leave please don't move.

might just be what i need
to fuck my fucking face off,
but
what
does that even
(fucking)
mean?

girl loved once loved me leaves me for newspapers

shut metal doors to
feel anything

dream about
cab-merlot $12 1.5litre
daymares in nitetimes

the announcer claims this is a story about being
sad for no reason and we all agree.

this song is not for you lovers





--a friend (11 pm)
close in age more or lesser
looks at me and says
well, life is a joke
and we can't relate because
few realize that
everything is bad
even the good!
the good will be so bad, just you wait
i trust her.

--another friend
a little bit older but more or lesser the same
says over beers, 5pm local bar
you have your whole life to be unhappy
things can always get worse, but believe me
you will be fine (more or lesser) in the end
i believe him.

--third friend
beautiful girl, no interest but united forever in
always sad singalongs 6pm
professes love for married men
nothing can be forever, not even this
you'll forget this
me, this moment
a year from now

i can't now that it exists on the internet.

/ / /



wwwwwwwwwwwwwow
ddddddddddddrunk
wwwwwwwwwwwwwow/regrets

Monday, November 30, 2009

i will not desert her

today i

bought this


read this


drew this

Sunday, November 29, 2009

the new leslie snipes record is almost done!!!!


by friday!!!

CULTURAL BARF #1: ONE HUNDRED KICKS TO THE DICK






This zine is finished and it looks really great! A collab between Jonathan LeBlanc, David Krol, Alicia Vasquez and I, and yeah it's great! Lots of writing and words! Great visuals (JON AND ALICIA!!)!! Yeah! This is 26 pages 8.5x11!! $2.5! paypal me@ coveredinfrogs@hotmail.com!!

You can also view the PDF HERE!!!

strung-out in heaven's high






there was also a video thing in the doorway, but i took it down so i could sleep. maybe somebody has a photo or something.

3 to 6

two automatic poems derived from an essay found in my washroom on a day that it got dark before three pm.

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

:)

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

. )

the kind of guy
who wakes up early with
no point

document that, fuck.


doused out,
\
=fur coat.
///you!

the vegan in furs.

jumped on my way into bed
ripped off.

i email poorly

the coughing stock of the party
police in the crowd, invisible
(saw Lesser of each other)
recorded all scenes, mapped
state threads with 2xCharm
fate-Full two week
bOrder visit tomorrow

those famous lovers
stuck in perpetual cop-car
no-Motion / out-side youR house
those willing, (anxiously)

Monday, November 23, 2009

rough steez

THE ARMAGEDDON BREAKUP
THE FITTED SHIRT
THE FAKE-OUT TAKE-OUT MAKE-OUT BREAK-UP WAKE-UP FACE-DOWN
THE TOOLS OF THE TRADE
THE RECORDED VOICE
THE ACROSTIC POEM
THE HATEFUL GAZE
THE FULL REJECTION OF SUBLETY
THE PRESSURE OF PUBLIC TRANSIT

FINALLY INSIDE TWO MINDS THINK ALIKE-A LIE-A LIGHT-A LIFE-A CAR RIDE

Picture yourself, alone in bed.
Coughing up #910503.

No special signifigance to badly buried dracula fangs in a dresser drawer. The lascivious no-desire english princess nude for NO-ONE. Intimacy of mutually shed blood and folk songs about acceptance. Dinner guests date inner circle sensible women. Last words so loudly they can be heard from miles around.

I accept that my own face is an accident.

cell phone MONDAY






true purpose

joke or to ridicule

you
got your City
together all knew friends now,
forever in style points and
trend codes (way too much slang)
-formal introduction to
busy laughing hotel rooms
because i could never would never just don't
say no to
a good time

(get) on with (close) conversation
-new jeans i like them (to)o
(anyone) part of this is
sticking together.

a second so finely
sore trains, best
will sadden sacks and when
will i be without needs
of words every moment
naked suddenly
of your last thought of
compositional end times

mark and memorize
road dropping confidence
known to those who snort and
trust
who's means are entirely
from the heart
/strong
walk on 99cent thrift
shoes and cross sidewalk to
24frames per second

double deception

1.
gold notebook
=ruined my life,
just > a year ago
1.
shirt
that wasn't mine
~!age sixteen driving suicide note scribbles
onto napkins at family dinner

(the actor laughs when interviewed,
his words will end up in photographs
for the next few months.)

/about the same
convincing changed & i
remark
`would have done it all,
didn`t know how to do much'

now late
early
20.

(local band writes songs about cheeseburgers
and falling asleep on the subway)

Sunday, November 22, 2009

fatalist

'god is with us,'
(little hands shaking)

really, all ready
to everyone (else)
who is all she sees
-take it to or
take my words or
dried up peace offerings

how do you solve a problem like
a week later?

dead serious.

true beauty is your
suicide note secret alphabet of
1/2 sitcomss to end
to settle into sleep

--precise, wait for the 5 o'clock
shirt, not mine!
ha ha ha ha
(oh)butitmademe feel
like i was there;
your muscle has everything
,,,
ijustchewonmytongue
feels good,
doesn't it?