the matchbook

this is how our relationship has become
this is it. all of it. this is the napkin folded in fifty times.
this is the matchbook with no matches. the one that i save to remember your face. to help light up your eyes and return them to mine.

i am hungry. i can feel it.

this is how our relationship has become
this is it. all of it. this is the searchlight swaying in the sky.
this is the prison guard falling asleep. the ground is cold my shoes are wet and i have those satchels of unmarked bills ready to burn.

i am tired. i can feel it.

this is how our relationship works:
you are there
i am there
there is space between and we wouldn't have it any other way.

let's get naked!

I have been reading some of Camus' essays and I found one line extremely exciting. It is in reference to nude beaches in the Mediterranean, and I love me a Mediterranean beach.

For twenty centuries men have striven to give decency to Greek insolence and naïveté, to diminish the flesh and complicate dress.

(from "Summer in Algiers" 1955)

Stereoke!

I have decided to transfer all posts music related to a new blog...Stereoke! I figure I can keep all of my sensitve poetic postings to this blog and everything else that kicks ass on Stereoke. So check it out. I will post music as soon as I figure out what in the world is going on with my mp3 host. Peace Love and Wilderness.

Click here to go to Stereoke.

junk mail? i don't think so.

So, at my work, we get all of these weird spam emails. Most of them are selling cheap prescription drugs. Sometimes the emails boast of erection or breast enhancers, such as the one below. I received one today that was pretty amazing:

You'll get the best erection you can remember in many years for sure.

Massive internal hemorrhage, shock… I wrote, died en route. Youre correct. This started me thinking and I punched for a complete list of ships that size that had been constructed in the past. Turning over the battleship to the navy, I went back to the luxury yacht and tapped the stores for a large glass of Scotch whisky (that had never been within twenty light-years of Earth) and a long cigar. Poor Angelina. I had a moment of doubt about spelling this jaw breaker, but since Dr. He grubbed in one pocket and pulled out a little gold star made of paper. I even called in some professional help to aid in analyzing her case, not mentioning, of course, to what use I intended to put the information.

- And that was that one....who are these email poets? what program pieces these together and what the hell do fantastical stories have to do with boner pills?

sink. fade. float.
aboard this boat is a bed of empty
this smoldering bed of empty,
on fire with coals and old bones

and everything seems alright

sink. fade. float.
about this boat lies the desperate disaster that waits
woven into threads. braided in her hair
in a bed made with silken cotton sheets she rolls her shoulders
into the seasickness, from one decision.

sink. fade. float.

and everything seems alright.

Finding Tennessee

i found Tennessee’s blue bone-shaped tag on a leave strewn fall street. i wondered if the collar had slipped away while the owner chased, arms flashinglegs scurring while tenny’s little legs moved with increasing speed without ever lifting more than an inch off the sidewalk. i wondered if Tennessee had a night out on the town and shed the restraints leaving a trail of evidence like wild lovers in the city. i wondered if just moments before Tennesee had slipped out of her collar and ran across a fatal autumn street, slippery with rain skids and a small bump and a little bundle of Tennessee cured up under a bumber. i wondered if Tennessee was named after Tennessee Williams or the State. i wondered if when i got to 977 South Windsor I would see Tennessee from a slit through a wooden fence, or if i would hear a yip or a bark from beyond the door.

i left the tag on the brass door latch wihtout a sound.

i imagined eyes happy and sad, whether wells of grief or wells of happiness or wells of amazment would come through the gates breaking the dam. everyone will breathe, everyone has relief. Tennessee can prove a name once again.

Regina Spektor - Fidelity

Fall Leaves Change us Like Chameleons

i had a dream i let the wave crash on top of me
beach me far from sea
it felt so nice

"Time is an ocean but it ends at the shore
You may not see me tomorrow."

The Dismemberment Plan - Time Bomb (mp3)

This song is amazing and i want to eat it forever and swallow it like good liquor.

Time Bomb

Well I,
I am a time bomb and I,
I lay forgotten at the bottom of your heart
I'm fine
Ticking away the hours to blow your world apart

I,
I am a poison and I,
I am still coursing through your bloodstream like a ghost,
Like wine
Gathering vintage for the day I hurt the most, I,
I am a landmine and I,
I lay on the soil burned out by battles you thought you'd won,
I've got time
To wait for the footsteps of a memory that's on the run
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Well I,
I am a tarpit and I,
I swell like a living thing all at the slightest touch
A black grime,
Swallowing everything a cold and timeless clutch, I,
Well I am a trip wire, and I,
I'm stretching across the road you're barreling down tonight
A thinish twine,
Waiting to be released right beyond your sight, I,
Well I am a fault line and I,
I'm pulling apart the ground that lay beyond your newest seed so fine,
I'm moving in inches now a cry, a cutting, a bleating
Well I don't know

Well I, I am a time bomb and I,
I only live in that one moment in which you die
It's not right
It's not what I wanted then
But you know and I know there's no going back

I, I am a lost soul and I, I send out a sickened light for anyone to see
A cry for help
Yeah,
A warning to stay away the burning, the blinding, the reaching in darkness
Why
Yeah