res ipsa loquitur

Fri, 04 May 2007 03:17:44 GMT

catharsis, laxative of the spirit

ay neruda

Mon, 19 Mar 2007 16:04:00 GMT

Sucede que me canso de ser hombre.
Sucede que entro en las sastrerías y en los cines
marchito, impenetrable, como un cisne de fieltro
navegando en un agua de origen y ceniza...

Yo paseo con calma, con ojos, con zapatos,
con furia, con olvido,
paso, cruzo oficinas y tiendas de ortopedia,
y patios donde hay ropas colgadas de un alambre:
calzoncillos, toallas y camisas que lloran
lentas lágrimas sucias.

Fri, 16 Dec 2005 00:11:48 GMT

i find few things more satisfying than formulating a really solid, awesome thesis.

Wed, 30 Nov 2005 05:23:50 GMT

I walk into the room to find my roommate bawling in her bed.
"Oh no! What's wrong?" I ask as I walk over to give her a hug.
I wonder if maybe she and her boyfriend have had a row.
She looks up at me and wipes a tear from her chin.
"Dumbledore just diiiieeed," she says.
I look over and, surely enough, Harry Potter VI is resting at the foot of her bed.

Tue, 22 Nov 2005 16:56:36 GMT

something tells me it's all happenin at the zoo
(i do believe it's true)

Wed, 26 Oct 2005 22:18:34 GMT

~4,550,000,000
-__________19
~4,550,000,000

Wed, 21 Sep 2005 05:25:26 GMT

Galway Kinnell feigned correspondence
with the elevator on the seventh floor and
if only he'd known there were six below him
what a fall! he may've avoided

Sat, 23 Jul 2005 04:34:36 GMT

I saw it written and I saw it say
Pink moon is on its way
And none of you stand so tall
Pink moon gonna get you all
It's a pink moon
pink, pink, pink, pink, pink moon

Thu, 19 May 2005 05:56:09 GMT

she is new hampshire and the breeze whispers lovely an idealist behind each wave that crashes while the ocean party feels right and brownbird strums a few more drinks so she'll remember it fits dully as a hum in the foreground of their lives the same hum comes to an end quite abruptly though brownbird is still singing his voice is the beginning of seattle dullness with flannel pajamas and a glass of icewater and hair that folds exactly how you'd wish, if you wished.

Mon, 11 Apr 2005 01:53:17 GMT

But then they danced down the street like dingledodies, and I shambled after as I've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!"

if it were 1968, i'd kiss you.
yes i'd kiss you,
if it were 1968.
68 68 69
two thousand and five.

Sun, 10 Apr 2005 01:07:47 GMT

banana boat banana boat bannanna nana nana nana nana boot boot!, a banana.

Fri, 11 Mar 2005 05:45:04 GMT

beneath the red Flamboyan tonguing remnants of honeysuckle kisses Amapola in your hair and the grass tickles eight toes stand up. a dancing sarong or bare shoulders soaking, the sun in the breeze in the water, is wholly at once you are all things dear lonesome.

Tue, 01 Mar 2005 06:40:43 GMT

I spent a large part of the afternoon with Neil, speaking in relative terms and making truths where there were none. ah, and how lovely to be charmed and distracted by the effeminate countenance of one who calls himself a warden of grace but stutters on your bottom lip.

yum,

Fri, 21 Jan 2005 23:19:49 GMT

addendum pendulum crossdresser
inky panic czechoslovakia
trite communism paste
enchanted cacophonous fatass.

hippy post

Mon, 29 Nov 2004 04:16:49 GMT

finger the dust particles that swim in puddles of light, listen to your favorite song, hold a hand, hold your own hand, sit on dewy grass, shrug, cry during silly love films, photograph a little boy's laugh, build a paper ship, feed the ducks, contrive and name a constellation, dance in your underwear, sit in a canoe in the middle of a lake, wave to the garbage collector, walk more slowly when it starts to rain, talk to yourself, get lost, write a story, don't let bugs suffer, wear an ugly pair of shoes, sing loudly in a crowded area, crash into someone who does the same (ohh, you'll know). :)

because the world is round

Fri, 13 Aug 2004 00:17:11 GMT

i feed on disaster
as things around me wear and crumble
i learn from example
and overcoming that boundary
is a tough wall to climb
if i have no expectations of the world
i am sure to be pleasantly surprised
but in myself i see grooves and open places
where you could pinch my side or
tickle my neckline
and make me laugh or cry
so i learn to block effectively
care caringly, love lovingly
miss sparingly

and never do i ever try to rhyme.