Sunday, February 23, 2014

recitation of good stuff 2.23.14

Look not in my eyes, for fear/they mirror true the sight i see/and
there you find your face too clear/and love it and be lost like me./on
the long nights through must lie/spent in star-defeated sighs,/but why
should you as well as i/perish? Gaze not in my eyes. (i hope dp spins
the hater out!)

Monday, February 17, 2014

losing thy mind on the radio

maybe i did that. What do you know? So there i was, i says, and then
the past got slammed into a kaleidoscope, coming out tangled and
twisted. Was i really there? It doesnt seem real! White space, fog,
blankness, darkness, obscurity, concealment, and an aching noggin. I
drift like ishmael in the end of that book... Hello, listeners, you

Friday, February 7, 2014

it is i, i am that man...

i'll rewrite this book, in a fever, with love and loss, fame and
fortune, chills and spills, withering tears to shatter the soul and
laughter that lasts a lifetime. I am that man.(stop laughing,
da[][][][]it) telulah and mrs. Grymgorge must never meet.....
Villians gallery? Tell mrs. Litterbox it wasn't love, but it's not
necessarily over either.....

Saturday, February 1, 2014

enjoy the mental image, friends.

here i be, once more lying prone, face down, buttocks lightly parted
like a mouth passing a gentle sigh. And there is a smile on my face,
not a big one, but one nonetheless, as if satan himself were leaning
close telling me all i wanted to hear(again). Ready for my painted
portrait, i wot.