#70

Friday, February 6, 2015

time is so elastic
mouldered tentacles of string cheese
dripping off a pizza man o' war
snapping back
bungee-style
into the maw of the present



Monday, May 4, 2015


Spring Cleaning

Cobwebs in my head
Sick and sick and sick

You're not the next Bukowski, man
Thompson, Hemingway, or Kerouac
Anyone can drink and write in the middle of the day
Anyone can put a bullet in their brain

...then again, anyone can be sober
and do the same

So fucking be something different



Monday, May 18, 2015

i want to photograph the photographer
to capture the beauty of a being
beautifully involved in being
while capturing a being
beautifully involved in being

i want the world to see through her eyes
and her to see herself through my eyes
and the eyes of countless others



Friday, May 22, 2015

I remember, in the seventh grade
Praying for the End of Days
Because I was tired of living