Friday, August 14, 2015

Naked City

Sensuous city at night
Spewing forth cigarette smoke 
Through hair hanging lank 
Into night air -
Your breath is a dragon's cape
I tread the same six bars over and over to your house 
The trees and the lampposts sharing shadows that overlap
Ant-like commuter columns trudge alongside me
Organic and linear at once
It is survival of the fittest 
besuited
And here I am: 
Naked at the end of your sentence.

Friday, May 29, 2015

Love Lies

She was playing my favorite Kenny G song on her laptop boom box
The cool mix was in full effect.
I stood on the coffee-cake precipice,
Nipples erect;
Two weeks of continuous Dave Matthews bubble baths 
Would kill any libido you had left
I wanted to write you a love letter 
This was all I had left

Oct 16, 2012

Sick of working for the man
I think I'll work for woman

I accidentally punched a karate black-belt in the face

Two desserts away from retirement 

Thursday, May 28, 2015

Oct 11, 2012

You don't give two shits about me
But then again, why should you?
I want to break all the windows of your parked car
While you sleep in the back with him

Your avoidance technique reminds me of playing minesweeper
I guess I appreciate that I never see your face 
But really I keep hoping to run into you 
I want your pity and I want you to fuck off
You make me wish I had a baaad cough


Oct 5, 2012

Nico come back to me
Nico come back to me
You got a tiny little mouth
You gotta stay in the house
You got boots of snow
You got a nose like a rose
Nico come back to me
Nico come back to me
What gets me really worried
Is the chickens - they know
They know something is up
I can tell by the way they shuffle their feet

Shipwrecked

Thinking of something else to
Do is not so easy
You haunt me then you squeeze me
I only wanted to take a new breath
I liked the view from your old house better
But please
Let me know if you ever decide to really let go
I'll be there when nothing blows
Except the wind, that is

Some Faraway Beach

I crushed a tiny flea and wondered how long it had lived. I gave a tortoise mouth to mouth on the beach. I had a dream where planes fell from the sky like flies. I cannot complain, she was dating an orphan. Watch me peel eggs all over myself, watch me eat egg salad from a bag, watch me happywwqaawqwserrereqqqaaawewwsaassqrww, watch me sad. It's time o'clock, you gotta get to that place where you get on the clock. Shake hands with your watch. I can use eye-drops. You could have been on Top of the Pops. I used to dream a lot but now I forgot. 

Theological Implications of Omnipotence

God is great (at head)

Thursday, August 21, 2014

Sep 20, 2012

There is but one argument for your position: I could die at any time, in any manner. "But that does not mean one should seek death out!". Ah, but precisely it does. Because death is our utmost, ownmost possibility, and exactly because it is possible at any time in our lives we ought each and every day to seek death out and to try and comprehend its meaning.

But what does it mean, 'to seek death out'? It means to recognize the unique possibility of one's own death in every moment. It means not only to take risks but to embrace that all life is at constant risk of becoming unlife. As a possibility, YOUR death is in a unique position of concreteness, or rather, concrete-ability. For death is a certainty, THE certainty for all living things. Seen this way, it is obvious that death both defines life and 'a life'.

Being towards death allows one to fully live - to understand and appreciate the meaning of the life one is in. Awareness of death is the only route to awareness of life: so fully does death structure a living human's existence.

Sep 12, 2012

Ich bin so unwürdige deprimiert

KEINE AUTORITÄT, KEINE MACHT VON AUSSEN!

KEINE SCHÖNHEIT OHNE GEFAHR!

Sep 7, 2012

People make much more satisfying mirrors than glass.

Sep 5, 2012

You gave me a chicken finger
I gave you a winner's dinner
drinking a California champagne
By Paul Masson
I slipped Orson Welles
Into a lovesong

The Book of Meaning

Two humans fucking is a window into meaning-making like no other. The very word "fucking" shows how far meaning has carried the simple act of animal copulation into the realm of the distinctly human, the 'world'. To fuck is to transcend the merely reproductive urge, and even to go beyond the meritorious enjoyment of animal-pleasure…to fuck is to possess another's body as intimately as their own. Whether to penetrate or to take within, the connotation is the same.

Linguistically, philosophy exists on the edge of meaning; in its inquisitiveness it must go beyond what has been said before.

Aug 10, 2012

22 Pferde liegen auf die Erde
Kalte, tote Erde
22 tote Pferde

Jun 3, 2012

There's no such thing as a good man.
Nor an evil one.
There's just people.
People with horses, people with guns.
People with 8 little fingers and 2 little thumbs.


New Year Order

Marchuary/OverFeb - Work Period - Green Moon

April - Month of Showers - Yellow Moon

Muune - Smorgasboarding and Tea Parties and Cocktails - Purple Moon

May 18, 2012

I have always been in love with myself. Since long before I learned what I looked like, I have been enamored with THIS very perspective, with THESE two ocular pinholes...

May 1, 2012

There is desperation in hope, there is empathy in malice.

My Pen Is Breath

My pen is breath become a wind
My heart is a goat's nest
Softly toasted I slipped it in
She moaned a little then started to grin

Skin color underwear…and
Tangly little hairs down there
This doesn't need to be sexual
My pen is breath makes me no friends

A sad sad sex ache
You thought a fuck would cure an itch
But my smell is unique, I reek
My pen is breath became a wind

Apr 16, 2012

The need for sustenance
Slow feeding
Gallon drum belly rumble
Rhumba rhumba rhumba