hipster chilly old hands
and tension to the extreme...


There’s nothing to do.
And nowhere to go.
The music does flower -
blossoming now and again
like fragrant bombs
of unregisterable exuberance -
the song dances along drunkenly
building lovely paths of bitter ginger-flavored clouds.
Long term solitude
among silent, fragile giants of wrath
has bitten my legs like fleas
and left me scarred
like an old mirror losing it’s silver.


better to stick like peanut butter to the cobwebbed ceiling
of the inside of yesterday’s pants pockets
like no tomorrow you’ve ever fallen asleep on the porch cot and dreamt of
no not yet
but I suppose you could get lucky.

12/4/02
Like a feather covered in the black oil
of self appointed degradation
I am sinking.
It is not my birthday
and I thought about voodoo
but it seems too fake.
Faith is all that’s ever left. Shit I’ll try voodoo.

12/5/02
Is there a golden time to drive
into pinky fields of mousy hiding?
Where does the night go when you fall into sleep?
When does the past come back to scare you?
I’ll go all night tonight
and forget tomorrow what it was all for.
I am seething in my skin
and berating morning skies filled with sun.
There was a place for this crossed legged moment before I got here
didn’t I sign up for this?
Where’s my fucking contract?!
Everyone’s got it easy til they get here.
Then it’s all This sucks and I’m not gonna make it and all.
You might, Rabbitt, you might.

Leaving the bitter hairless thoughts of a life without magic
for the oh so sweet first seconds of who might you be?
It’s all that’s possible left.

Cough medicine dragging through dreams
like swallowing tomorrow whole
and spitting out today
in great gasps of take me away.
Last sips tell me goodnight
and I wonder if it’s true.

12/06./02
Ocean’s that break their hands on rocky shores
are like me during dead season,
the bloody holidays.

What’s supposed to be that unwavering rug-covered petrified floor
when just outside the grass has frozen to dangerous ice?

I like it when people stick together from high school to cemetary.
They get through all the bullshit
and then they who once were two
are one.
You gotta wonder
if they ever decide to come back here
will they return as one?

You sit on the curb at the edge of the McDonald’s drive-thru parking lot
and wonder what the next triumph will be.