i wish i could be in my room for a lifetime, enjoying the tv as it comes at me
tv is freedom and i am free.
i am free of fears of being watched, of going numb, of being bought off
if i believe i'm free then i'm free
and can't i find in the scan lines of media the secret messages i want to see?

(photo from here)

Unless I'm in foul trouble
be frank be frank quite frank be frank be frank.

There's foul trouble in the central parts
and the central parts
mean business
mean to secede from the rest of the state
to state
things frankly.

(photo from here)

so sad to be
wishing for the warmth of 5 years ago
four years later
wha' happened?
what it do?
"I am all you need."

still:
there's a sensitivity in me
that "digs" as in "I dig" as in "You dig?"
Yeah, yeah, yeah: "I dig". I get it. There's beauty. I want to save something.
I'm afraid of the powers that be. But I'll blow something up.


I will blow something up.

we

have friends for a reason

if only we knew what it was.

but we do know and we can't hide 

from friends forever

no matter how hard we try

and we've tried and tried.

when we give up

on creating

consumer goods

we'll have friends

to consume with

and it won't be a bad thing.

(photo from this blog)

There's a big tree outside

the window of

a stupid hotel.

"Find a job," says dad,

"found a job," says the stupid hotel.

"Found a job," says Taco Bell, says my stomach, says forgetful mom.

"Oh and call grandma on her birthday."

(photo from here)

kicked out

   car broke

got in a rental

   so white - white chariot

got me through

farms and having to go 

the worst I've had to go,

      you know,

      to the bathroom

  ever

it's always the worst I've had to go

      ever

ain't it? (idn't it?)

Now:

      at the desk

    in the office

I'm sleeping in

    'cause

       of infidelity not mine but

my blood's

Love this idea:

    sleeping in an office

living off beer

living off bread

yeah yeah yeah

love bread

love beer

can live

     by this shit alone.

can live

      in an office alone.

might prefer it

       might not.

prefer it now

to the alternative.

-Santa Cruz, CA, November 2009

(photo from of Achim Jung from here)

Standing outside the garage

was serious

enough to 

breathe in (I calm my body)

"breathing out I smile"

but then I had to look for something poignant

with a little distance (TAB was involved)

(okay a lot of distance).

Brother don't you remember the time we stole the neighbor's mail?

Shivering and the bushes and shivering and the basketball hoop.

How absurd.

(photo of Michael Geist from The Great Canadian Pumpkin)

Can't regain '05,

can regain hair,

can regain attitude

if we refrain from drink the night before.

But waking up, with the probable clouds coming in slatted

through the windows of our vision

we aren't cold

we aren't afraid

but we're not going anywhere without

a fucking cup of coffee.

(photo of Brando from this hilarious blog)

No need to ask for assistance - it's as simple as

bed time tea and sitting on the edge of

bed time.

Routine won't be hard to capture

with a net

but harder to establish with a pause.

Get friendly, buy friends, get a drink

by the lake.

we're closed

no one came

so we're closed.

I was just doing the books.

(Photo of Ruffles from the Capital Humane Society)

Candle light is when it's done best because candle light is the most boring -

my god get through a day no one can without two tabs keep tabs keep.

and there's the frivolous aspect of poppin' and forgettin' and the morning coming fast but it probably won't be so bad.

I remember mornings, not on the deck, the deck is uninviting, but mornings unslept nights looking out at Mt. Hood with marijuana and a test to be taken and coffee in the cafeteria.

God bless technology and god bless the child that invented two children just two or split one:

take one and a half.

But don't forget...I forget.

(Photo of Klonopin from CVS)

Passed something, not sure what, not sure if it's gonna work

not sure if it matters.

Not sure.

But.

Eating away at beauty, eating away at your articulate mouth,

soothed by words, eaten - repeat - eaten by your inarticulate shit.

Not gonna stop no machine, not gonna stop no Princeton, no Princeton Club, no Princeton

racquet.

(Photo of Geithner's swearing-in by Manuel Balce Ceneta of the AP)

Yuckety yuck

Don't-talk-muck

is a dance

don't dad's

get distance?

Love my dad. Love my dad's dad. Love my dad's dad's dad's dad...who

- btw -

is dead.

(photo from Laura Beamer)

There aren't and there aren't and there aren't

and then we did

what we could

when the water ran out.

Went to the movies to get my mind right

but walked away with

a root beer bottle full of

water.

A warning.

(photo by Shane Lavalette)