Cars passed along the far edge of the horizon, and they made the slow sough of whiskey ambering into glass.
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On the Eve of Indifference
Sunday, April 6th, 2008
From the asthenic calm that bore the morning, the mechanic’s struggles were made clear to me. The coil, he asked for the coil. The hammer. The brass plates and the loops of silver. On and on, every raised fist a penultimate to victory. With nightfall, he lay against the wall [...]
Better Beats Blues
Wednesday, April 2nd, 2008
Wasted time spoke
All is well, all is well
Had I been a poet than an engineer
You might have understood,
And it said
All I want to do is fight
All I want to do is get my bright
Too Many Spirits
Sunday, February 24th, 2008
Not yet spring and the clubs are filled
with fat cubs lusting through winter, the longing thrust
and everywhere the golden calf of desire
rises up but I am drunk, once more,
smiling like a fool and so it is that
everything is make believe — laughter, the life, the disease.
Somehow I am not convinced,
a girl rests her head on [...]
Wall Flower
Saturday, February 16th, 2008
Follow the edge of the calendar to the tacks
That hold the months in place,
This year hangs in suspense between two
Terminating points over empty space.
Angel Addict
Saturday, February 16th, 2008
Elsewhere there is light
But the man upstairs screams every night
In want of mercy or what; he casts
Himself against the floor, great crusading flops
Thundering to drive the demons out;
Here in 207, the walls shake with righteous
Fury, but in heaven or some place else
He drinks and screams and wrestles the divine,
Vomits his gods clear across the balcony,
Moaning [...]
End of an Era
Monday, February 4th, 2008
It is the end
Of all things, the book, the road, the shivering saber
That put out the vestigial eye; when I was young
I clung to hope and could raise the dead, the sun,
The son that might one day return home, prodigal
They would say and a black lamb would quiver readily
On a spit. But in the [...]
Whirl Winding
Monday, February 4th, 2008
how long before our eyes found weeds
creeping up these doorsteps; did our footsteps
always echo so loud,
a setter yips into this californian sky,
by miles of kelp strung by sirens in tight-fitting ties,
we have hung
the sun from the rod that brought forth an ocean;
so you settle to sleep with secret silence
of stars and whispers, your mystery will [...]
Hard Brake
Friday, January 25th, 2008
-no stop, completely
wisely done to sever these strings
connected once i was to [dear lord air bags boom] thought but a cloven
mind cannot think with two heads arguing dreams, how the chimera
manages three i guess a common hunger but paucity it seems is all i
know. below, the feet working pedals, left rudder hard brake to corner
stone;
severed [...]