i think i've already been out side 4 to 9 times tonight. but in my room. just moving the peripherioal. i think new york is officially over. the krux of it. going to have to wait a year to
move though. thinkin bout it.
my neck is on fire. loaded brik the other day . for my job. concrete for a wall.
"o i got sick of you years ago. you remember the promise, i suppose."
(children running at the teacher in a yard)
my feet hurt wet. the storm outside is boring. i want dust and noise. i will be back there for a may storm in the next 2 years. with my dog, and maybe one of my brothers.
:just go to bed its 430. be right there.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Friday, July 25, 2008
For Hank : 1923-1999
his room is coverd. mountains of tobacco. leagues of sees.
"we were suppossed to be here, with this, in this, with this. us"
just before the water broke. its arrived.
she hummed enough for him to notice. past the lamp. the arrangement of flowers sucinctly laid out before his hands to poke. trying to bring enough of a grasp of hands. bees. highways. later.
there used to be a waiting where now is asphalt. the tar of so many babies that there is barely enough. an influx. mr noble comes to mind.
i came out of fairbanks ok. coked. more political. it didnt stop me. she was where volcanoes wanted to be. climbing up that little homey degradation of a shack. still somewhere to meet, a diner for rolling eyes, a fortress to penetrate.
just give up honey. aint no more where it once was. throw it away to vicksburg. turn lights down as well as covers and dont brush that dust away too too fast. there is stock here. with wood posts of glory. we cant be a forgiver. a wanderer. a fiction writer. toast.
fifteen years ago i was fifteen. coming off meals of beans. road fat. meatloaf. ketchup. 48 miles.
road sign. habitat. coloquialism. you;ll remember when i tell you tomorrow. "her arm around me feels like a lake. i want that for you too. its not a fact but a relationship in spite of itself and not hereditary." wants not. wishes the same. and hopes for things that were never his no hard matter that is tried. "good enough." out of the side of her mouth. working on belles palsey at 3 on late july early mornin.
lets give up then. follow suit. dig graves. remember. erase. constrict. rub. needle. throw.
for the tow that later succumbs. for two.
(people are seen running into a forest)
(cue spotlights with blue gels)
(cue laughter)
(cue sharpened sticks for food)
"we were suppossed to be here, with this, in this, with this. us"
just before the water broke. its arrived.
she hummed enough for him to notice. past the lamp. the arrangement of flowers sucinctly laid out before his hands to poke. trying to bring enough of a grasp of hands. bees. highways. later.
there used to be a waiting where now is asphalt. the tar of so many babies that there is barely enough. an influx. mr noble comes to mind.
i came out of fairbanks ok. coked. more political. it didnt stop me. she was where volcanoes wanted to be. climbing up that little homey degradation of a shack. still somewhere to meet, a diner for rolling eyes, a fortress to penetrate.
just give up honey. aint no more where it once was. throw it away to vicksburg. turn lights down as well as covers and dont brush that dust away too too fast. there is stock here. with wood posts of glory. we cant be a forgiver. a wanderer. a fiction writer. toast.
fifteen years ago i was fifteen. coming off meals of beans. road fat. meatloaf. ketchup. 48 miles.
road sign. habitat. coloquialism. you;ll remember when i tell you tomorrow. "her arm around me feels like a lake. i want that for you too. its not a fact but a relationship in spite of itself and not hereditary." wants not. wishes the same. and hopes for things that were never his no hard matter that is tried. "good enough." out of the side of her mouth. working on belles palsey at 3 on late july early mornin.
lets give up then. follow suit. dig graves. remember. erase. constrict. rub. needle. throw.
for the tow that later succumbs. for two.
(people are seen running into a forest)
(cue spotlights with blue gels)
(cue laughter)
(cue sharpened sticks for food)
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