Wednesday, September 24, 2003

And so the time passes like a slug through molasses and the day keeps on and on the way you always wish it wouldn't. Pounding my feet in the stampede even though the cliff is looming. Can it really be that far away. It feels like forever since the shot went off but feeling forever is hard for mere mortals. The future is unnamed and untamed. Can I lasso the moon from a starship made of cardboard? So weak after week I cry myself to sleep.

Tuesday, September 23, 2003

Heart Hole

When I wake up crying
For the way things
should be
I feel it

When I spend my time
staring at pixels
of a far away life
I feel it

When my hand swings
lonely by my side
as a walk
I feel it

When time freezes in place
A place where no one
should be
I feel it

When I lose track
of everything but the
number of days
I feel it

I feel it so deep
I feel it at the center of my everything
I feel it in the silence
In the static
In the echo
I feel it

She's missing
And she's taken me with her

Friday, September 12, 2003

The facial hair makes the man

In the barber's chair sat a man of portly proportion with a head that made his shoulders look too small and eyes that made his face look like it had spent too much time in the vice grips of his grandpa's work shop. He could have been a grandpa himself with his receding hair line and expanding wrinkly forehead. His smooshed up eyes gave him the look of a fertile man, perhaps with fertile offspring. The broad expanse of his cheeks and chin flowed seamlessly into his tree stump neck. It was not so much a jaw but a throat bone, that gyrated with each hardy laugh from the hole in his lower face and upper neck. He had a mustache, a beautiful thick caterpillar mustache that was sucking the rest of his face into its vortex. The lips were long gone and the nose was close behind in the endless consumption. The extremely close eyes were falling into its grasp with every blink. What before appeared as laughter was now obviously the throat bone grasping for air and struggling to break free from the black hole of that fabulous mustache.

Sunday, September 07, 2003

my hair is still not dry!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Saturday, September 06, 2003

Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers. A peck of pickled peppers previously picked by Pepe. Pepe put the precious pickled peppers precisely in his pouch. Peter pulled a pistol from his pants pocket and put it to Pepe's pupil. Poor Pepe peed his purple pants and palpitated profusely. Peter popped Pepe's peppers into his pepper picking purse and proceeded to prance off into the prairie. Peter penned a pine on picking peppers, but people have postulated as to the present placement of the precarious peppers. Perhaps people perceive the pompous personality of Peter behind his precocious pepper pocket picking plot, but the patriarchal pedagogy places people of Pepe's pigment on the poop pile.

Say that five times fast.

Wednesday, September 03, 2003

No work for the willing but the free lunch keeps coming. Thoughts of moth eaten futures lead me to wonder why my head is in the sand. Who will be the one to denoucne the system of endenchered serveants working for relentless and faceless masters? Keep the tide coming Mr. Moon without it we will all starve. Empty bread baskets tie the man to the land with nothing to show for it. When will the sand let my poor head go. Pinching the pocket lady to provide for the president. The people laugh and cry and fall asleep again hopefully for the last time.

Tuesday, September 02, 2003

Someone else's pipe

my front teeth don't fit
in the groove
and the bowl is burnt
the carved wood
feels wrong in my hand
and the mouthpiece is loose
the deep thoughts
definitely aren't mine
and the plastic tip is chipped
it doesn’t stay lit
for more than a minute
and it gives more worries than it takes
it's hard to clean
and harder to keep
the smell infects everything it touches
the graven leaves
on the bowl
wouldn't be my first choice
its a little bit short
and a little less curvy
a little more Popeye than Professor
but I like it
for 1.99
I love it