Please please please don't judge me by height.

The Devil's Work

2012-02-16T05:28:00.001-04:00

My head hurts.
It must be because of religion.
The kind that laughs at me.
And those on the outside
Looking in that knew “me” once
They don’t laugh
They mourn for a lost soul.
How quickly the un-mighty
Have fallen.
“I saw you cry in a Chapel once”
It wasn’t me who was crying.
It was who I thought I was at the time
But unfortunately no one ever
Really knows who they are at the time.

Dark Volcanic Maria

2012-02-16T05:11:00.002-04:00

The clouds are overhead
But I’m not concerned with that.
It’s the fog settling
With it’s legs and arms
Embracing the port.
A silent hug
Questioning me
Leaving me considering
Alternative solutions.
It’s not the questions which
I have answers to.
It’s the questions I don’t.
But we still leave
At limited a speed
And sound whistles
Appropriately.
No one knows the stress.
And I’ve learned the importance
And excitement of my profession
No matter the embellishment
Is underwhelmed.
Life or death
This is what I chose.

Perceptions

2012-02-16T04:50:00.002-04:00

As long as my cowardice ways are invisible.
I'm honing in on my faults
Handshakes are all they are.
I did a good job.
Moments of strength and competence.
Poetry is egotistical and my strength.
Competence is not.

Cold Cock

2012-02-16T04:45:00.001-04:00

I fall in love with a glance
A shift of body weight.
A pleasing fabric
All of which I fabricate.
Did she hear I was
Addressed as Captain?
Unimpressive.
Oh, you’re waiting for the bartender to get off?
My bitterness tastes like lemon drops
As I sit alone.

Face In Stone

2011-12-29T16:26:00.002-04:00

my presence felt like the fantastic boom of an important entrance
holding some hubristic veneer.

I checked my blind spot and when I did my
back popped unintentionally. it reminded me
of last week waking to a pain in my foot.
these prophetic blips on the radar are only thought
of while enjoying the few lonely morning hours
playing dress up
checking email
waiting to arrive someplace.

of course after the boom is a clap
then many claps, an applause.

Cow Tongues

2011-12-21T15:34:00.002-04:00

The mink will return
But not for years. And it
May not be the same one but
A relative no doubt.
We too protect ourselves from the wind.
Creatures with no names
who lick themselves clean
After long nights of drinking only to again
Wake up and use the Lord’s name in vain
Or say you pray and never do.
All the while resembling
a tripod not lacking anything
with the ability to swivel
and what's more.

Spreading seeds in wood.

2011-12-19T13:51:00.005-04:00

I was to be a scientist a writer
And marred with success expectedly.
Not lacking curiosity and neglecting
The proper way to ride a horse
In the northwest. An evil boy
Ending up apathetic wounds on a timeline.
Then there are the teachers still there
Flipping light switches and setting up shop.
Afterwards are the pastors waiting
With paper cuts.
But I’m too busy getting fat to worry with
Such things.
She got fat too and I’d be lying
If I said I wasn’t happy.

Both sides of the bed are right.

2011-12-15T15:18:00.002-04:00

It is nature to want to rub the side of my face against a woman
Like the neighborhood stray cats, my pant leg.
To dig with sharp fingernails and pull the clothes from
The drawer with their little sharp white teeth.
The distant church bells stop me
Or is it I who stops everything.
I drive on the interstate and smoke cigarettes.
I listen to music
Hoping it will shape my dialogue later in the evening.
It doesn’t work and in the background
I think I need to be terraformed.

Having no love for fish.

2011-12-15T13:43:00.004-04:00

With coffee, it’s too warm outside
And the fog will arrive tonight
Where the wet salt clings to clothes.
The ship approaches while I think of time and distance and strength.
A small almost imperceptible thought of time travel.
The half-moon is agreeable enough
Which I find incredibly dangerous.
We tie up, we go home.
We switch from shoes to slippers.

Suffering Two Lungs with Callinectes Sapidus

2011-12-13T13:24:00.002-04:00

On the dock I see a blue crab
clinging to the side of the ship.
When I touch it’s back with the boat hook
it sinks below and I’m
Left flustered embarrassed
having flinched not fully
Expecting what would happen next.
No one saw me.
The weakest of the animal kingdom.
The shallowest of the shallows
and indescribably entitled.
I cross the gangway
wanting to see my jawline once more.
And if I don’t
It’s okay.
Because I love what has happened here
at the temple so far.

Double chin of rolling hills!

2011-12-13T11:32:00.003-04:00

I looked older in the reflection
Of my laptop screen.
Angrier also.
Like I had seen a thing or two.
And wasn’t nearly satisfied.
Then again, I cannot be entirely sure.
I was hungry at the time and I have little
Control over facial expressions.
If I did they wouldn’t say
“Smile!” or,
“It can’t be that bad.”
And they are right, it isn’t that bad.
It’s actually most times really quite nice.

I wear black socks frequently.

2011-11-21T18:36:00.003-04:00

Most the flaws of my body are secretly mine.
The same body wrapped in electronic warmth.
I see sex
In the shirtless jogging white short shorts man.
The one they yearn for.
Also in the bird I see from the corner of my eye.
The one being playfully chased away by another.

fuck it, i still think it's real.

2011-05-29T00:47:00.008-04:00

i'm there on the beach, cute as a button
frantically asking everyone
around me if they saw it.
and of course they didn't and i am alone again.
i wish i could talk to that boy
long enough for him to convince me
he saw the giant hermit crab legs upside down
reaching out from the sea
before sinking back below the surface.
it's legs revealing
it's magnificent size.
it's home easily bigger than mine.

There may or may not be an animal nearby.

2011-05-29T00:22:00.004-04:00

god damn these traps
in the woods, we were spider hunting.
i wore sandals with flashing red lights
on that day near the tree line by the interstate.
in case you ever wondered while driving what
exactly is there,
the leaves are untouched covering the holes
three feet deep.
i fell in to be just out of reach.

my jar is empty while nursing scratches
and burning ticks.

I always cling to the hope of
seeing something greater
more dominant.
extinct megafauna proudly
snorting towards me.
so now the spiders take refuge
in the jar.

2011-05-13T16:21:00.003-04:00

I only take Polaroids,
masquerades
and a box of toys
when I go camping.
so it seems
the storms with
their anti-lock brakes
always creeping up
on the other side
of May.

Springtime.
when I say it
I bend my neck.
a perplexed
inquisitive dog
and a slight
wag in my step.

oh my talking bird

2011-04-20T00:21:00.002-04:00

it was then
that night when wayne
asked if anyone
wanted to climb
look out mountain.
i said yes.
our intention:
to watch the moon rise.
that was the first time
that I realized how fast it did.

and now I also
notice how sometimes
my urine smells of
red wine and crackers.
i was there holding my penis
in aim of the toilet.
it is a tool with few uses.
but i love it.

don't worry
someday you will find
that girl that will suck your ears.
and you thought music
sounded fantastic…
but here i am even now
cleaning with q tips
just in case.

We remembered the Alamo.

2011-04-05T01:20:00.005-04:00

nothing incredibly specific.
a dilemma of sorts.
ah! but that was many years ago.

I remember the way.
I want to travel 95 to 26 to 40.
I'll take the curvy mountain road
all the way home.
I remember Swannanoa
and Kathleen of course.
we should have used
those waterballoons to
put out the burning cross
in front of Tarbell's house.

too late of course
while I ride this string of pelicans
til one day we will say
damn, it has been too long.

A Celebratory Collectable

2011-03-18T11:09:00.006-04:00

1. The Logo
a coffee cup in the sink
with dark running splotches
washed away by dawn.
rising upwards is the Mackinac Bridge
with sheets of water
traveling
in the opposite direction of the lifting steel,
clasping to the land to be walked all over.
"Jesus, wash my feet, my pedi is at noon.
St. Ignace will not be kept waiting."

2. The Bridge
a new project of estimable worth
without taking into account:
the location doubles as a place to lay our swords
if we can't make it to the other side.
did the divers know their tiny hand prints
would be marketed?
it seems so silly to me now.

The anatomy of a bird.

2011-03-09T17:10:00.001-04:00

A swallow
She does
A duck
I will
A blue footed booby
To clutch.

A crow
She exclaims
Albatross
Lands
A spread eagle open
To touch.

dumb fucking robots

2011-03-08T19:13:00.004-04:00

it is a sign of what's to come.
the end isn't nearly near enough.
By god! my car will drive me around
and suggest the sauce of my wings.
mild
hot bbq
lemon pepper.
Too many to choose.
leave it to the rubber footed android
never sleeping with me.
he's up all night
honking at the neighbors and
distant sounds or even
the low hum lullaby the light post emits.

Selfish Abnormal Seashell

2011-02-18T23:30:00.008-04:00

I am an american family.
I make connections with photos.
I watch dogs shit
and reminisce.
I can hear the waves
through the decorative piece.
I am an isolated american family.
they don't understand me
is what I say.
I need to seek therapy
is what I say.
I need pills and pills and pills.
maybe a vacation.
a memory medication.
I'm so fucked up for
even thinking I am
remotely fucked up.

2011-02-15T00:41:00.001-04:00

All in all perhaps it isn’t the toxins that shorten my breath but instead my lack of understanding of my own thoughts and the quickness and conciseness of the thoughts of others that I let inside. This results in a mental manifestation of hyperventilation. My personal theoretical remedy is a time and place set apart for a dawdling expungement of stress.

thinking

2011-02-08T00:27:00.000-04:00

But we sit in your room and play with our wands
And cast spells and pretend and we are 24.
not on drugs.
Now our minds are blank; we must be wrought with magic.
The same magic that pops at me so I flinch or I jump in my seat.
Because I startle easily.

It was half the size of a blimp, it was

2010-12-03T21:24:00.004-04:00

a sad trumpet hovering over the coastal plains
spilling snow that doesn't stick where the trees
have been cut down.
cotton sticks.
it gave us a low forlorn key.
long weak notes followed by short
that tumble out.
as if it were vomiting on flora.
vomiting on fauna.
giving off
pensive vibrations that shake
the dirt below our feet and
threaten to untie our laces.
it makes me think.
i wonder why i shiver in the warmth
and seek a woman in the cold.
we aren't eagle scouts but we have
our bics to light and everything to smoke.

in other news:
the defending champion,
Brown Thrasher
is putting his title
(Georgia State Bird)
on the line
against The
Cornish Chicken.
Let the cock thrashing begin!

woodstock and hobbes

2010-10-20T15:58:00.002-04:00

i have an affection

of inscrutable origin.

it makes me feel

as if we are all connected.

no matter the appropriation

of souls.

although I still enjoy eating

what i enjoy

watching graze

just thinking about sometimes.

as long as I am less robotic

than dictated by whims

as long as fur is furry

and wings aren't clipped.

Unpalatable

2010-09-13T03:31:00.005-04:00

I need to change my life because my head is filled with shit.
my mouth paints the town brown.
with shit.
I have a friend who says he reads this shit
every now and then. he didn't fail to mention
he thinks this shit is depressing.
maybe he's right.
but I'd rather have nothing going right
instead of tooting my own horn.
although at the same time
I don't want to come off that way.
and this isn't helping.
at all.
have you ever noticed the classic beauty of a budweiser can?

we will all be okay

2010-07-13T03:39:00.008-04:00

i am pretty
standoffish.
its my
self doubt.
but that's depressing.

i do have things,
i know i do.
some things.
something.
my favorite color
isn't black
or grey
or purple either.

but when it rains i like it.
i like when my water proof skin
doesn't let it leak in.
my eyes can handle it.
my mouth can drink it.

why can't the cup be both.
that's the only way that makes sense.
if it's half empty, it's half full.
no matter how you look at it.

either way....
i can still get it up.

a malady of the mind

2010-07-10T17:16:00.006-04:00

when birds share food
it looks like they are making out.
i want that.
my self viewed platitude
is an obstacle.
keeping me
from becoming
a cunning conversationalist.

they are rain drops
bricks
ants
toyotas and
hondas
fords and
mercurys.

i am they
inside sometimes.
but my spontaneity
will grow and
bring me
my immoral
wants.

just deal

2010-07-10T03:29:00.005-04:00

old fashioned nipple hair
the way its supposed to be.
the way i like it.

i'm tired of shaving that shit
to match the rest of my chest.
fucking deal with it.

I guess god or somebody
made me this way.
the hand i was dealt.

if you want i will
paint your goddamn nails.
but only
if you braid my nipple hair.

if that's not fair i don't know what is.

Hello darkness, my old friend.

2010-06-28T08:35:00.004-04:00

I sweat more than a glass full of ice in Southern Georgia.
Overweight and happy to swat the gnats away.
Stuck thinking about the Bible by my bedside.

But I stay nervous watching all the birds that stay afloat,
knowing that just like them uncertainty is below.
Well I've read quite a bit and I've made it out alive.
Left wondering which mask to don as my disguise.

I will one day figure me out.

2010-06-22T03:46:00.002-04:00

I saw the sunrise.
I saw the sun filled edge of clouds.
There was the shape of a noble dog
wearing the helmet that
deterred Nazi bullets.
Then to me this image
seemed more American
than I.

By then, accompanied by my
bleeding gums, I was alone.

Everyone had sobered up
and gone home.
Now left with no one to prove me wrong.

ashes upon ashes

2010-06-22T03:41:00.002-04:00

it smells like smoke out here.
the bad kind.
in a fog of beer cans,
I can relate to the scent of
foundations of memories burning.
it is the opposite of famished;
i can not eat for days.
back then with the frames barely
standing i listened to
the wrong kind of music.
no one can know the true effect
for three years after.
my house burned down
and it meant a lot to me
once i fully understood.

Absolute Deciduousness

2010-03-25T01:17:00.004-04:00

the edge of the tree line was dead

or so it appeared.

although beyond the outline

straight into the heart.

the forest

was full of evergreens.

like an old worn but loved book.

I hope one day

I am at least close

to being that lovely.

Openness On The Sunset Strip

2010-02-24T19:26:00.005-04:00

there is a sleeping cat beneath the shed

and just like me it lies.

from the clouds the rain softly drips

from the dragon's cock

making more ill-tempered baby dragons.

i came back here expecting to leave soon

but when i returned

the bed was already made for me

along with my favorite breakfast.

so i'll stay here now and buy new clothes

empty fingerprinted bottles

and use the windshield wipers that

leave a sharks fin shaped wet spot

that wants to travel across the bow.

I don't remember the state of Maine

2010-02-10T21:34:00.002-04:00

make calls like cardinals.

they were my favorite birds growing up.

i liked the mo hawk. two very

influential years (5-7) i spent in South Carolina.

I learned of gators, convenience stores,

road rash, "best friendships", broken noses,

love and attraction.

given a proposition the first week of second grade.

i like to think this girl turned out to be hot.

we clashed just like the best marriages.

"we can either be girlfriend and boyfriend or worst enemies."

my dropping balls chose enemies.

i built upon all of that while in Georgia.

i ended up disappointed.

Tequila Mountain Top

2010-02-10T20:25:00.007-04:00

it begins with a thought in my head.

ends with a mouthful of my big toe

running away from his brothers.

no one at work speaks to me the same

after hearing all the stories.

wish

they

were

rumors.

but besides the decisions i made myself...

the tequila made for me.

and i am responsible.

drag your misinformed here and i will explain everything.

i need that person here. who doesn't?

i need a babysitter.

to make sure the great nation of mexico

doesn't get me laid.

The Final Act

2010-02-10T20:19:00.003-04:00

it started with you orbiting me

i have tight step footed movements

our hands are embracing

finally

you kick your legs waist level

we are flying

you become my frisbee

my index finger/your belly button

spinning, your head supported

by your elbow supported

by the air.

moderate pressure i use my right palm

fingers lightly squeezing each interval

i push you around.

Tinge

2010-02-01T16:23:00.003-04:00

i lifted the grill outside

with my fingers.

the cockroaches ran away.

it's my fault.

sometimes i dream of him

thats why i drink.

losing all hope

can be exciting you know.

its like living a movie.

a really fucked up movie.

2009-12-14T13:51:00.003-04:00

the first time i quit running it

was for my obligations to the church

an excuse

the second time

it was the cigarettes

but murakami runs

like i used to

and he talks about cigarettes

in his books

maybe that's how i can beat this

My Fortune Cookie

2009-12-07T17:25:00.002-04:00

have old broken tractor pride wearing socks of weeds

even having similar breathing to the lizard half eaten

with past filled with semi-cute girls and making assholes

out of fatuous genes

you are being mulled

2009-12-07T17:18:00.002-04:00

two sided daggers are waging war below my feet.

don't read in to that too much

they are just deck plates

in the engine room. this is where

the lights in glass and cages shake. here

is where there is so much coffee and reading left.

and the thoughts of women to mull over.

2009-12-02T12:44:00.004-04:00

around the time i quit drinking

the clock opened mouth

it said:

tick

tock

then the angry alarm

shook me and said:

don't

bother

em i ess ess i ess ess i pee pee i

2009-11-21T22:15:00.005-04:00

awake and supported stomach down

ear hard against pillow

my hair matted and sweaty

soundless i don't know

everything there is to

about fear

somehow i hadn't noticed

they were already on the way

ants in twos and stretching

farther than the mississippi

red ants upright and stoic

on the mission

it took years to discover

the sound of my own heart

muffled and creepy

my mother had said

i am allergic to ants

so i decided to drown them all

thanks for nothing

2009-11-18T15:53:00.003-04:00

all the girls i have loved

are gone

they

took their tits with them

now i have no place

to rest my head

2009-11-10T15:16:00.003-04:00

it's like frank o'hara said:

"oh god it's wonderful

to get out of bed

and drink too much coffee

and smoke too many cigarettes

and love you so much"

minus the last line

but i feel healthy

and there are ashes in my coffee

and coffee keeps me on my toes

and there is a dog

and i thank her for pissing in front of me

i'm okay isn't what i tell myself. i don't tell myself anything.

2009-11-08T20:02:00.002-04:00

doesn't get much better

defecating and looking through open doors.

i'm glad i didn't die

before doing that

perfume was sprayed on my man jacket.

wish i hadn't asked for that.

im happy with music and

different better grander ideas of myself

in the near future.

ive been told i am forty eight point nine percent gay.

sigh.

Found Your Thighs

2009-11-04T23:37:00.002-04:00

you are in need of a good stomping

or cans that smoke you out.

you wear tresses of danger

like cat woman's whip.

you should hide from this;

eat clothing.

in an igloo home with parking lot lights

where unlike my father

your hands

won't stop shaking.

you're in a rocket

no one can stop it...

sinking your teeth into across the room.

I am pretty every morning.

2009-10-01T16:39:00.003-04:00

1. my shorts are shitstained

inner thighs rash.

I grow hair on purpose

comb over

come over

left over

rotting, I croon.

cumbersome courting

your daughter

I am a catch.

In the middle holding the hands of

vaginas attached to walking girls

on either side.

2. No pictures were taken

very little dancing

when I wish upon a star.

2009-10-01T16:30:00.002-04:00

I have to say this simply to be quick about it

so you get it

I want to defend myself against you as

a bottle-nose dolphin does a

hammerhead shark.

without using a word as strong as hate.

2009-10-01T16:27:00.003-04:00

The church service was held in a bar. Her paintings were on display and she painted more during the sermon. They all looked the same mostly. Hands with forearms reaching up. I didn't want her art to annoy me. her personality and company were things I enjoyed. I don't want to say plain but she was fair. She was beautifully messy. But goddamn did those paintings annoy the shit out of me.

White Shit Foofaraw

2009-10-01T16:25:00.003-04:00

I heard the gulls talking

bickering

bitching
squawking
rapping
coughing

picking at their feathers

So I watched.

He/she came in like a smoking helicopter

to steal the perch atop a piling.

What a douche-bag.

dirty

2009-09-26T15:21:00.002-04:00

footprints here know insects

a mousetrap

by the door.

angry lights.

consummate with peaches

and grapefruits

still show true

to half an erection.

can't get rid of.

bouts of.

fits of.

hissy,hussy.

Performance Art

2009-09-26T15:18:00.002-04:00

At the time,

I didn't know what performance art was.

What did I want to be when I grow up?

A professional Penis.

With a mouth full of water.

My hands by my side.

I'd hop in place.

At the top, I'd spit out the water.

With my head tilted back.

I loved the sound of children's laughter.

French Fry Follies

2009-09-17T01:12:00.009-04:00

Hark back to times of great mirth and naked bewilderment and with shrieks of happiness. When clouds were more than clouds and with fortunes notwithstanding, hopes not yet diminished. Before scents were nostalgic and when chests were flat and bare. Then, there were choices to be made.

Gregory made a mistake
in deciding to meet with me.
It was his choice
I'm sure.
Just assuming.
No hesitation on his part
to notice my yellow teeth
unkempt smile
rigid red sweater.
Transformative Specialist
Gregory is now
a sea-cow.

ugggh

2009-09-15T02:15:00.002-04:00

I'm beers deep,
I can't think.
Trent Edwards.
Maybe one day
you won't have to
look up that name,
but I doubt it.
and maybe one day
I won't have to
touch myself.
but I doubt it.

poem

2009-09-13T20:02:00.005-04:00

I thought about what you would look like when you are older.
But then I stopped.
Because that doesn't matter.
People ask me questions about you
that I cannot answer.
That doesn't matter either.
I know this has been said before,
I love the idea of you.
Now I'm going to go have a drink
and a smoke.
And think about that I hope you'll say you're glad
when I decide to quit.

Call Girls and things of that Nature

2009-09-10T16:11:00.003-04:00

I wear a broken watch
I wear my liver on my sleeve.
Ask of you to receive this
on your padded knees.

You wear cheap perfume
You wear broken dreams.
Receive my pearl necklace,
proud salty sea.

2009-09-08T10:22:00.003-04:00

neurotransmissions
aren't clearing the synapse
free fall gray matter canyon
before hot air balloons
catch and drop them
in the undesired locations
it was on a tuesday
that i met with the girl
at the end of a sentence
.
Sir Slut ThunderCunt the Uptenth
knighted on the eve of their third
trimester
She bears one too many gifts.

You Mean Nothing To Me

2009-08-31T22:02:00.001-04:00

I have the back of your head in a picture
You had pretty hair that night
I got your number at the show
I still haven't called
How shitfaced were you
I couldn't tell
You said you'd be there all night
Didn't see you much after that
I had an urge to yell out your name
I didn't
Your left hand is in that same picture
Your skin looked nice as well

she shaves her robocop

2009-08-24T21:18:00.000-04:00

Ima gonna buy a kitten
Grey kitten
Name it robocop
Right now
At this very moment
I'm thinking
Of a clever way to make a joke
About finally sleeping with
Pussy
But I can't
Its been done too much
I don't even like my vaginas
That furry
Maybe just a landing strip
Lighting up the runway
So I don't land in the navel
That could be painful
For the both of us

Where's her chicken

2009-08-19T02:10:00.002-04:00

she got drunk and she ate a chicken

and god i love her

kicks down doors

insane shit

filled with cliches

that turn me on

she makes me want to play hide'n'go-fuck

traverse the landmine bedroom

i'll hide in your trenches.

a weekend reflection

2009-08-19T01:58:00.003-04:00

i guess i like when people care

even if they aren't where i am

especially when they say my name

in the kind of tone

you're better than that

don't do that

if you don't do that

you'll be a better fit for me

i won't have to worry

not that i want someone to worry about

i shouldn't drink until i pass out tonight

but i do

they seem to care more than me

west palm didn't seem to care all that much

it was nice though

too nice, fake

military trail

cruzan and hard rock

memories i barely remember

and friends that want me to have a good time

that want to have a good time

poem

2009-08-02T10:30:00.002-04:00

Boy i was really going at it that time

i am a stander

and a crumpler

or maybe not

do i like to mix it up sometimes

or am i one of those people

so fixated on one thing

routine

that i lose sight of what's really important

like remembering to flush.

hang me over

2009-07-30T21:16:00.000-04:00

Panes of sun
Early mid morning
Lines in the carpet
I lie awake inside
I won't be walking
correctly
Shuffling by
Deposited cancer
And giant's middle finger
Full of jism
I go bump in the dust
Drooping
drip drop urine
Snake bitten
And slowly dying

Brian the Magician

2009-07-27T23:14:00.000-04:00

Brian loves mcchickens
That almighty sandwich that he mentally ravishes while
At work performing the disappearing front of pant's belt act. Glad he doesn't have to stand to accomplish this, he plays it on repeat.
One day this will be a glaring example of the age of fatmerica. Ommitted will be the account of the hardon brian produces at the first thought of said mcchicken.

2009-07-27T23:11:00.002-04:00

Opposite the crowds of skeeters
Many miles past the christmas lit path to the sea
The handful of dress between his fingers begat my eyes blush with my fist clenched
It is their friendliness
Their sucking face nation
Of hedonistic roosters and
Hidden while sunbathing beavers
To me this is nothing but the scene I want
She couldn't help but laugh
And I couldn't help but to almost scowl
So we suck face on the plane ride home
A wooden rocking chair away from horizontal lines until we travel again
To another place to be taken advantage of
No more calf high white mistakes
Or those goddamned yellow cameras will I bring

I've been to Arizona and I like it there.

2009-07-24T16:17:00.005-04:00

her breasts were covered in candy toothpaste

of which I met and shared

two shots of Tiny Tiny Furtive Hair Drowned Expresso.

its a new blend.

my cup runneth overeth

the renifleur in my bed (me) awoke because

of the sticky lipped

hot ass morning breath

I'm looking forward to seeing her again.

then I will re-enact the scene grossly

by mastering the air guitar of my mouth

or maybe

I will make her think I am an innocent kitten lapping up milk from a quaint porcelain bowl.

I haven't decided yet.

there was no awe only now and not much good to look forward to.

2009-07-11T18:38:00.010-04:00

remember the first time you saw your skin turn red and raise up

and it itched like hell?

and you thought, what the fuck is that?

and you saw the perp

skinny legs attached to a hypodermic needle

that flying bastard.

i don't remember my first

and that upsets me

how much of the newness of being a child

did i take for granted?

now what is there?

a stripper launch george washington

from the mexican leftovers between her legs?

new, but dirty and expected.

the tables have turned

2009-02-18T01:58:00.004-04:00

i looked up and i saw it

the dangerous

the evil

it was a house cat

it was 50 feet tall

it looked so fucking cute.

but it pounced like a devil.

now i lay tortured.

imprisoned against the carpet.

its just playing with me i know.

i have two broken legs

and a mouth that keeps

screaming.

let me go mutherfucker.

let me go.

They infiltrate the forest and flood the taint.

2009-02-13T04:05:00.002-04:00

i like to come home from work after stopping by mcdonalds. Naked, i watch sportscenter, futurama, or something on cartoon network. The crums fall into my pubey forest. I'm just kidding, I don't have any pubes.

Let's Play With the Clock.

2009-02-13T04:00:00.002-04:00

Thank you for listening.

My name is it doesn't matter.

Maybe you will find me smart

or funny or something you have

never met before.

Hopefully you will remember this.

But i also thank you for remembering me.

For what i am.

an asshole.

I never should have talked to you that way.

you came back and i am glad.

leave your shoes on at the door.

don't argue.

just say the same thing over again.

no one will know the difference.

2009-02-13T03:46:00.003-04:00

my visiters pass fell off when the halls were consumed. i faded in the crowd easily. welcome back to the high. i had a dream last night i could grow a face full of pubes and i woke angrily. its pure magic. i still lack sideburns. she waits for a man and i am but a boy. waste some more time on shaving and sleeping and making out with everyone years ago. i feel no different with only a few more allowances. i tonight became that guy. Before the twenty third birthday i keep warm the barstool alone. buy the bartender a shot. let him celebrate nothing at all.

Friday Night Lights.

2009-02-13T03:40:00.004-04:00

(This is about my myspace friend who makes more money than me. She is also very pretty.)

minka don't leave me.

please be true.

i stay skeptical of

your authenticity.

shes my ticket

to fame.

my muse and my

paycheck.

show me interest.

show me tits.

i became somewhat

of a different kind.

not enough

to make her real.

Z-Fags one.

2009-02-10T16:45:00.007-04:00

The Zombie Apocalypse was a pretty lackluster apocalypse if you ask him. Zombies are everywhere and its so 2014. The whole war on guns pretty much went out the window after the first outbreak. So did the feed the homeless situation, if you were to feed them now it would have to be with your brain. Halfway homes and soup kitchens turned into inhumane societies, armories and Starbucks. Unemployment all but unheard of with the formation of the zombie police and the only people left afraid of zombies were parents, cheerleaders, and the man with three first names, but mostly just cheerleaders. Z-fags, as they are frequently called, eat just enough brains to stay alive predominantly in rural areas but every so often one pops out of a man hole to bite the unsuspecting ankle of a lowly, urbanite business man. Woe is he. 500k worth of ripping innocent flesh and consuming their dreams and aspirations. ("She had so much promise.. so much potential before she was brain raped by Bill the Z-fag.") No skin off my back.. yet.

2009-02-06T16:50:00.002-04:00

my teeth come from england and my accent stays at home.

i went for a run til my bottom hinges fully loosened.

im still smoking so my lungs fight for space and heat.

although i do look good while wheezin' and collapsing.

i made sure of that.

Out of Shape.

2009-01-27T19:38:00.007-04:00

I'm not a fucking snow bird.

I'm staying on the coast.

And I still have dreams of you standing there.

In Venice on the boat when a man and your dress-

His face red and mine.

I stood up and we all fell.

You swallowed the water.

And I haven't seen you since.

You're not a fucking pigeon.

You just like to piss me off.

a lil' rhyme to pass the time.

2009-01-27T19:24:00.006-04:00

i found a cock roach who thought he was a turtle.

although i had no sense to flip him over.

heaven forbid he found his sisters fertile

in my silverware drawer. only legs leftover.

Too Much Maintenance

2009-01-21T16:49:00.005-04:00

if god had to wake up every morning to brush his teeth he'd probably sin too. Too much maintenance. If I wake up and brush my chompers incisors and molars I have a better chance of being laid. If I skip the chore to watch sportcenter reruns I have a better chance of being laid by my hand. I guess what I'm really trying to say is, it's depressing to me that I'm 22 years old and already plucking nose hairs.

I Wanna Speak German Also

2008-08-21T15:51:00.001-04:00

all i have so far is a title. oh and also there was a windmill at the end of the rainbow.

2008-08-14T08:00:00.003-04:00

colleen surfs and surfs and surfs

shows up wearing a pretty skirt

combs her hair brushes her teeth

hopefully lays in the bed with me

playing with pinecones and bad breath

i know that she has got my back.

gimme some lovin

2008-07-30T03:19:00.004-04:00

these condoms aren't going to use themselves.

HAIKU

2008-06-05T16:25:00.001-04:00

toothpick stuck in me

she said thats what it feels like

when her eyes are closed

2008-06-04T14:18:00.002-04:00

i will never have

a lover who will do me

when the lights are on

Bri-Ku of the day

2008-05-31T17:36:00.003-04:00

Tyrannosaurus

Stegosaurus' vagina

Both hunger for meat

2008-05-13T01:26:00.003-04:00

well i got a toothpick stuck under my finger nail the other day. don't know how it happened cause i was drunk. when i woke up the next morning, my first thought was im pretty forgiving of horrible actresses if there hot. like the chick in the transformers movie. i would totally do her and know im either awesome or not because the girl can't act. i would totally do her.

2008-01-31T16:36:00.003-04:00

5 people constitutes an orgy. thats what my horoscope said today. don't tell god. he hates horoscopes. but i think he already knows cause i think he wrote it. tomorrow my horoscopes gonna say: okay brian, you got me. watching you pee, God.

I'm awesome at stuff like this.

2007-10-12T13:51:00.000-04:00

I've been contemplating self-liposuction.
that sounds painful, i know.
here's a few key words.
garden hose
those scissors that can cut through garden hoses
morphine
scalpel
numerous rags
more morphine
one bucket, maybe two
a small electric pump
scratch that, too expensive.
ill just siphon it out myself.

Let's try that again from the top

2007-09-24T04:58:00.000-04:00

Listen to the blues you have and the groceries will spill. Make a fit of cough and blood finds the floor. Did you dream of a life like this as a child? I remember that I’m better off than most but my clean batteries can’t reach the darkness inside. I want to be wet and then I want to be dry. My voice will strain to find.

STOP. Stop right there, Brian. Quit writing this stupid shit. Write something better.

I looked into buying a wolf.
I decided it’s not worth it.
I’d hate for it to end up chained to a pole cemented to my patio.
It should be free to hunt and feed.
So instead I’ll find an alternative to battling my enemies.
Not a dog, not man’s best friend.
They’ll just let you down.
I need a warrior house cat.
Trained to go for the eyes and nimble to dance around bullets.
I’ll name her cupcake, after the one who left me.

2007-09-17T23:15:00.000-04:00

lollipops and rainbows
tumbling down the foot hills
of our lives
making mistakes
urinating in public places
making faces
funny you should ask me
how my day is

Written On the Inside Of A Birthday Card Along With A Gift

2007-09-10T05:28:00.000-04:00

This is for all the birth days i didn't wish happy and in the future yours won't be forgotten or brushed off my shoulder. can i call you?

2007-09-10T05:23:00.000-04:00

I am blue in linear notes sounding to the tune of my monkeyjunk. all to teach a lesson. all to conquer sin. I can still smell the soap on the skin at the sink and its still not clean. nothing changes anymore and theres no adventure. no one to lie for or lie to. all thats left is something about someone who was never caught stealing or even stole at all. i don't remember feeling moral about not shoplifting with my friends that day. I felt indifferent and my indifference troubles my soul more than being immoral. But all thats left is something about someone who maybe never wanted to steal at all.

read as if an opera singer

2007-06-29T21:28:00.000-04:00

brian it is not too late to eat a taco
brian that is your name your name was something like that
i can't remember what my parents look like when i close my eyes
when i close my eyes i see a big rig
when i open them again i finish my drink
over there i see a big game deer
a big game deer 5 4 3 2 1
my grandma is so negative
they slow down when i use my middle finger
they speed up when i turn on red/blue lights
brian it is not too late to give up on everyone
everyone should just give brian a handshake
a handshake and a taco would be awesome.

rushmore

2007-06-11T04:31:00.001-04:00

where is my rushmore
in my backpack, no
under my bed, no
in my car, maybe
scattered from high school
all the way to now
yes
ill spend the rest of my days
trying to find it.
go fishing and feel it on my line
meet a girl and it will play
tug of war with my intestines
crack my words and slide with the sweat
from my forehead.
it will fall from my ring finger
and be shredded with old receits.

something i might regret

2007-06-11T04:27:00.000-04:00

i sat on the border with a rifle
when along came herman the worm
and he was this big.
he said don't shoot the illegals
he said give them this
the roman road written in english
i did, but they couldn't read
and i couldn't translate it
so i shot em
sat back down with my drink
perched on my muffin top
if you can't save em,
shoot em

2007-06-04T06:05:00.000-04:00

i fuck with my head.
then i get a head ache all over.
when the broken glass hides with ice
who can be to blame?
when i was a baby i used to hide in cupboards.
naked with a blanket id eat ice.
i wish that was still the best thing to me.
who is that pretty girl in the pictures.
with the pretty teeth and face
caution. immanent. regress.
i should have done everything differently.

so they say

2007-05-19T20:39:00.000-04:00

"It looks the same to me."
probably not the best thing to say
"It better not look the same after spending 160 dollars."
well you know what
haircuts are like biscuits
sometimes they turn out great
sometimes they don't

the sand beneath the water

2007-05-19T20:36:00.000-04:00

as it turns out
the character of one of my closest friends
is more like david hasselhoff
rather than ted kennedy.
next step
find pamela.

2007-04-11T22:02:00.000-04:00

I like the idea of lions on a beach
like Old Man and the Sea
just like living in Atlanta.
I like the idea that most of the time
I can go look at a whale shark whenever I want.
i like the idea of curlers in hair
and the crack of a bat.

Pores

2007-04-10T22:44:00.000-04:00

I have a piece of palm in my palm.
Broken where the fan meets the tree,
it works well to keep her cool.
She sits and I watch her beauty
emitted through pores.
My pores leak grease showing a lack of upkeep.
Jesus’ pores shower holy water,
I assume.

I'm Entitled to Write Something Cheesy

2007-03-30T23:44:00.000-04:00

“Mmm, I'm a little bit lonely these days” Herman Blume

I haven’t smelled rain like this since I was pretending to be a weather reporter during an actual hurricane
on Jekyll Island with
Stephanie
the girl who forced herself not to like me.
It was very windy that night and I regret
not dancing with her.

In front of shrimp boats near the port, where the old Emerald Princess used to tie up, we had sat in the grass and she told me she was ready to date
She would skip class for me, to spend all day
with me. She’d steal my shoes
and laugh at me
and eventually break my heart.

But I’m cool with it all
Hey, it’s no big deal, I have roughly 50 to 60 years, if I’m lucky, to replace the one girl I would give anything for; if I knew that’s what it would take to get her back. So I’ll keep my chin up.
Up above the waterline.
So I can smell the rain.