Donner Pass 2

Enter the washing brook
Enter the ether eater
Into the jazz hands
Enter the Enter the

Enter th'interal rhythm
Enter the Bolingbrook
Into the great wide
Enter the open fission

Into the gish fish

Into the reverie

Enter the fatal vision, enter the massacre

Enter the thudded thunder, the destroyed grapes

Enter precision focus, the Bolingbrook, the Marquette stanchion, the christening pool

Enter the wide angle into the star wipe

Into the grateful crisper, into the marriage bend

Into the needed respite

Into a whistling dream

Enter the yes and ethos

Enter the so it seems

Enter the thudded thunder

Enter the building storm

Enter the sudden darkness

 Enter the 

New lyrics

LIFE N DEATH!
                          (Wut?)
YEAH!
                         (Wut?)
YEAH!
FUCK IT!        (Wut?)
Life n death. YEAH! 
LIFE N DEATH.

LIFE N DEATH!
YEAH!
                         (Wut?)
YEAH!

                         (Wut?)

FUCK IT YEAH!

Life n death... 
LIFE N DEATH.

FUCK IT.

FUCKIN LIFE N DEATH.

YEAH

                         (Wut?)

FUCKIN LIFE N DEATH YEAH

                         (Wut?)

LIFE N DEATH

Donner Pass

into a can can in the wide front:
 enter the grape destroyer.
  enter the breadwinner, the inch worm, the noriega, the sept.
   enter the filled out hole frames
    enter the baggage.

    into a carnival bench:
   enter the glad hand.
  enter the persnickety, the sedentary, the waft.
enter the hedgerow, the laudanum, the bismark,
 the misanthrope, the jovial butter, the dripping canvas.
  enter the marsupial dinner, the atavistic dragon, the undulating vector,
   the gelding, the conical scissors, the batshit,
    the blueberry quiver, the anodyne, the poplar tree,
     the fieldwork, the bonobo, the party simp, the ice-wrecked oration.

     into a morass:

    into a bear meadow.

Blogs these days

 It's sad how no one reads blogs these days, am I right? Like I got this blog and I don't even read it.

It's not me though, or the quality of this blog (which is, like, premium). It's the internet. It's so crazy these days. F in the chat if I think I'm right or whatever.

In other news, Survivor's back and Mike White is showing us how money can affect you physically. There's a ladder in my yard and a puppet on the floor. And the thrum is real, yall. It's real.

drinking warm liquid

a sort of clarity
 a signal
  an entrance to
   a balm a bath
    a a
     a mystery
      a gate to myst
       a iry
        a backdoor
         an entrance

          an entrance to

         a sort of clarity
        a gateway to
       a salve a savior
      a mystery
     a balm a bravery
    a mystery
   a minister
  an airy clairy
 a mys

tery

emo lyrics

In the 

Bermuda morning 

Bermuda's mourning moored ships triangulated
And in the Caribbean sea 

see a being 

see a bee carry a bean carry a bean back to 

see

And Jamaica's making mako jam jah
Jamaica's makeup 

is make-up

emo lyrics

 aaaaaaaaasound ofaaaaaaaaakey clicked with intentionaaaaaaasoft depression first but the attack follows sharp in the mix the delete key especially the decay upon release seems quick but melt/ds into the silence of this room soaaaaaaaadog barking inaaaaaaaaadistant yard overwhelms the silences between each letter.

stormwatch 25

i am waiting

i am waiting

oh y

for the rain

for the rain to blanket this waiting earth

earth waiting

earth red with leaves earth

this earth waiting

for raining

now the

soft patter now

the torrent now

the earth drinks the

red

i am waiting

3900 N Claremont

there there is a sidewalk imprinted with the weight of this:
two twentysomethings

walking home

a 

awake

i am awake     in house 

                        in how how 

its here to beeing letters      combine 

                                            convulse 

                                            columbine 

                        in verse 

                        inverse of vert of very veritas.

i am a wake     in time there'll be a wake an uncle asking if 

i'm alert an 

i'm not good at this at this 

i wish 

i had another.

i am                 in wake 

                        in water ironed by boat. 

i am up and feeling free. 

i am awake and smooth sailed but chop ahead a head there 

when said alie

When said alive, 

                  a lie,

                  a lock, 

                  a lot
                  a rock formation. 

                             Fly and 

                             form 

                  a         field of 

                             flowers, 

                             field of daffodils and craggy cliff

A beat is hidden softly in these words

which written look like letters on a page

but breathe and growl and howl when said. When said

little river
still  river

little river
still  rivering

still  rev

        revivering

still  rivering

little river

little river

little rider

        reviver

        Revere

little rider

still

        river

All Artists Fart

 It doesn't matter.

That is all

 Remember Google Buzz?

Prayer in Iambic

O, Come thee, hand of Death, and wash from me
This stain of thinking. Purge the grime and rust,
The grease and filth of my still body. Come,

You monster! Free me from my own dependence,

And take from me the thought that a thought matters,

And free me from the notion that this means.

O, Death, please take, please hand of Death remove

This love for something that does not exist.

And yes, I know the hand I call is mine.

And yes, these fingers clack the instrument

Of my destruction, washed with brown and fear

And sentiment. I know I've given life

To that which shall consume me

reunion

I wonder if id recognize your face indifferent 

               if
   we weren't here for 20 years since
   would your gray still transluce the 21 year old? you

sat in a stool one bar over there
the other night
the bartender

(I knew him but he had eyes like a bartender on a busy Friday. He
                                           sat in a tiny practice space with me once him with trombone and he was
                                             asked not to play later and there was great pizza around the corner and slushy drinks at a bar down the block.)

In our present bears struggle against packers and memories of bars and violence
                                              a bottle smashed on someone
                                              a bottle rocket shot into something
                                              a smile   of recollect

ing I am here and there in time twice at once

         and Now 

it's poetry (this) I

started 4 years ago and it

brings me back to a moment that brings me back to a moment that brings me bakc to a moment back to a moment a moment a moment moment. 

 

iaminthecar

I am in the car. I

am on the road. It is

the same road as

today the

same on the 

I am on the road. I am i

n the car. It is the same car,

It is the same road. It

straights and carries.

It widens

windows winding

winding.

It I am

on the road.

I am in the car. It carries; caroms. It

carol carries I am

 I am in the car I am on the 

road. It is

        the same road

as

it is the I am the I am in the car

Revision

last night, the 

road the 

town the 

side of the mountain. the 

wind chipped and charted the 

wind ffffded and found i 

was back there

walking. 

last night the wind chimped and chimeded the wind wired and weird and winded

last night, the 

cold there the 

side of the road. 

the teeth chawed
the            mountain, town i

was the side

walking

the road on the side of the mountain.

it was               cold there. there the 

    wind shewed. 

it chipped and charted the heart and hearted,

the

night

sided hearth

and heart hear is here is here is here is last night there is hear to here is home is

last night is the wind chipped

the chip chap founded 

the found and founded

the fish the finish the

last night 

the 

last winded night winding road 

the  mountown the 

thought 

teeth 

thought 

though

tow

tone 

side 

back 

child 

chide

a cold a
canyon.

ACOLDACANYON

last night, I was back there walking on the road towards the town on the side of the mountain. it was coldld there. 

cold there there the wind chipped and charted the wind ffffded and found and
last night (he) (ttthe) i was 

back their 

wal(k)ing. the wind chimped and chimeded. 

thhe wind weird and winded. last

night the(r) tttthe coed, the code code cold--the Ed the e the -ed .

the cold there et al

the the all the side the sod. thhe thee the teeth, 

th e 

eh 

the mountain, town ton on the side (to the to the) the the. though the thought though it-- i
was the the side )the back the eh (th he)( t

here walking wailing the two town charted the found the last rr--rr: i.e. I there back there walking on the rod walking the road toward the ton town o. on the side of the mountain, it was o o  o oh it was code cold there. i. there the wind child . i there the i there the wwwind the chip; the charted the heart and hearted the big lake (like lake lay) lain --the fire in the furnace the old laughing lady. last

night the hearth heart hear is here is here is here is lasst

nigh here

is hear is here is him is home is

lastnight is the back the wind thhe the i wind the rod do roe chip chap chip founded fine found finish eee

lasst neigh neighbor the last winded winding the rod the ton town the mountown the though teeth thought tone side back child child chide lake laaay 

a comb a 

   canyon.