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lick creek road [23 Feb 2010|12:05am]
my waking self and gravity forgotten,
toes brushing dew-heavy blades of grass
i move mere inches above perfect landscapes
observing the shimmering dawn through sleeping eyes
imprinting in my mind a frightfully beautiful image
the likes of which i will never remember in full
but will haunt me forever.
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years and years [13 Dec 2009|02:25am]
soon enough, even denizens of dreams
will greet you with tired eyes
and heartless mutterings.
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hold on, hold on [02 Nov 2008|03:25am]
credits rolling and doors slowly closing
i silently left a house full of slumber
on the dying breath of a machine
i sailed between islands of sodium yellow

i paused in a striped sea of asphalt
and walked along rows of idling diesels
to wait in line and fall back inside myself
where i could feel myself begin to dissolve

in thick streaks like rusty oil, i rose
dissolved in the atmosphere
to recover again by dim lamplight
awakened by a shuddering engine.

beneath overhanging canopies of autumn
along the open space of harvest fields
where eyeless feline shadows crept
in the wake of each tuft of grass

it was then i realized in tears
that i was no longer alone
and together we wandered home
shuttled along by fevered delusions

these things are beautiful to me
because i let them go
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defenseless against the foreign [16 Apr 2008|12:48am]
everywhere there are monsters
without homes or friends
or cause to hope.

bear some charity when in hell.
they'd be caught defenseless
against something so foreign.
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if i ever hurt you [29 Oct 2007|02:24am]
i wish i could go on adventures
but all i have is this shitty job.
i try to act excited
but it's just not the same.

vacations are for building sand castles of hope
little pride-teasing accomplishments to bear
when you parade them on your return to work.

then the cold sea pours from their lifeless faces
and washes away your naive smile.
you see it swirling around the drain
and you idly think about saving it

but that's a lot of effort for a monday
and it's probably all dirty now anyway.
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would've been even funnier [08 Oct 2007|09:24pm]
everyone died.
it was hilarious.
you should've been there.
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modicum [18 Mar 2007|09:15pm]
forget about the virgins.
they all drowned in the shallow backwater
all singing of divinity
all gazing through windshields
at the condensate-obcured heavens
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vibraphone [02 Dec 2006|01:04am]
i heard the tones through the wall
soft tremelo drifting down the hall
i came to listen
but could be no closer
that was all.
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away from here [22 Apr 2006|11:48pm]
the smell of fresh oil paint
a tree with orange leaves
hopes for tomorrow
soon to fall as well
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retaliation [22 Apr 2006|11:41pm]
a wrinkled fast-food receipt
a corner office downtown
a coveted new car
an expensive wedding gown.
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all for which hope could exist [28 Feb 2006|10:40pm]
give me some fine talent to squander.
i need a few good ideas i can have ignored or misinterpreted
at the expense of my time, my name and my pride.

he who makes concessions for fools is but a fool himself.
to perpetuate their race is an unforgivable sin-
a dire insult cast in contempt of all that may constitute ultimate truth.

for my dreams i shall ask no forgiveness.
for my actions i shall ask no permission.
recognition precipitates upon the creations of fools and liars.

the future exists only for those damned to endure their reign.
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going back to find [31 Jan 2006|12:04am]
i built a machine to secure personal glory.
it made lots of noise before bursting into flames and ejecting this-
a rock with my name on it.
i guess i should've seen that one coming.

i felt unlike my normal self
so i went out into the night
and disguised by the sound of rain
i broke into song
and stole all of the cash i found there.
then i went home.
she met me at the door. said she was crazy-
pointed to the temporary tattoo on her ankle
gestured to her wire-pierced navel
i told her she was mistaken
pointing to the peeling paint near her hand
where she gripped the door trim
reminding her of what i'd left unsaid.
she said she was crazy-
looking at me, asking me to believe,
leaving me to contest her claim again.
"no you aren't."
still, jane disagreed.

but it was already 1987
i was already living years later
remembering when she had died.
eating cold french fries
and laughing to myself.
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giku [11 Jan 2006|10:14pm]
once i rode my bicycle to the top of the hill, i was told that they didn't make that kind of hill anymore and that i'd have to buy an entire new hill if i wanted to ride down.
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days of the departed [09 Jan 2006|02:02am]
mile after mile of upturned rock and earth
shadow and silhouettes advancing from all sides
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ng5965 [06 Jan 2006|12:37am]
i learned how to ride a bicycle once.

... i think.
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minimum [13 Dec 2005|03:57am]
she laughed and tossed her head to the side, smiling.
i never thought i'd fall in love with a decapitated girl.
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recue [28 Sep 2005|02:34am]
every now and then it catches me off guard
then i'm like "OH YEAH"
then all the fancy people come out of the trees
and they congratulate me on a job well done
commending my most excellent perceptions
and my ability to discover their thinly veiled aptitude tests
they then ask me what i'm doing tomorrow
and i have to say that i'm free, because i always am
and i don't want to accidentally refuse them my time
because i know that's why they're asking
and since i've already been so gracious as to accept their well-thought-out plans and compliments,
i at least owe them some more of my otherwise worthless time.
then they just look at each other quickly,
eyes catching others in some sort of verification procedure
and then i'm cordially invited to their secret meeting place at a semirandom time tomorrow
i wonder if i should go there
it's awful nice of them to try and make a mammal of me,
but i'm not sure that beating a robot with an assortment of leafy branches and weed stems will change its material makeup very much
i almost wish it would work... just so i could see them happy
but that's okay
there's always yesterday
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m'ganga [26 Aug 2005|01:48am]
but the terminator fell down the stairs
it was kinda a good thing that he did
right after his friends drove him to the hospital, batman showed up at the same party
given their mutual history, i really don't think it could've gone very well.
though that's not to say that batman didn't get into some trouble anyway
that was the same night he stole someones scooter and took off
now, batman is known for his habits
and he's primarily a drinker.
he promptly wrecked the vespa on a public mailbox.

you'll never see stuff like this covered in the rags.
why would the media care about some delusional alcoholic homo in a sweaty plastic suit?
that's the kinda thing most people avoid.
yeah, batman is one sad case.
if ya hear someone talking about the heroin... he's got a bad rap for that
but it wasn't his stuff
you and i both know that when a deal goes bad, richard simmons will be nowhere around it
and someone has to take the fall

as everyone knows
him and the green hornet were lovers
where did you think the green hornet got his name?
it was just batmans pet name for him.
green hornet decided to use the name publicly to proclaim his love for batman
but that was back when he was young enough to believe in love.
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a thousand years [14 Jul 2005|04:16am]
leather-clad monster salesmen
selling the latest, fanciest
most acclaimed beasts from the depths of hell
- they glisten in the sunlight of the monsteryard
taut cowhide creaking with every notably deliberate step
as they give you their pitch
and pause, smiling smugly
unknowingly awaiting the unexpected fatal gunshot wound to the chest
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lynam [04 Jul 2005|01:57am]
they fell down the stairs
halfheartedly trying to check their tumbling descent
absentmindedly disregarding the handrail
and the fact that they were trapped in a burlap sack
which had been doused in oil and set ablaze.
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