Posted in String Theory, Uncategorized, happyness, health, mantra, metaphysics, pictures, poetry, puzzles, stories, trivia, truisms, what I do on Feb 28th, 2012
this is a somewhat wobbley “hum”,
would you believe it
that was an ‘hum’
observe
this is a somewhat wobbley “hum”,
would you believe it
that was an ‘hum’
observe
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Posted in poetry on Feb 10th, 2012
such a night (Chedee’s)
(there was this old fella
who’d talk and talk
about old glories babbling
with such expectation…
it reminded me of my dog)
Dave and the beagle spun
the infinite into love
sounded good
felt better on the face
see how they pull us together
and push us apart
loose ends tied up
all across the common
the fates and conspiracies
that I should meet Bronwen
on [...]
Posted in poetry on Feb 4th, 2012
on the subway
an angular face
and the blue light played on it
it wasn’t beautiful
but God it was gorgeous
reading eight pages of double spaced type
no one writes a personal letter in double spacing
but she read and reread
on the border of tears
didn’t get off at my stop
so I’ll never know
click on the pigeon to home
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ghosts
I.
I want to build a monument to me
I want to build it so all the world can see
like the Saracens’ towers on the Amalfi coast
stones or words cobbled to endure
a monument to the substantiality
of these flickering leaves
II.
here I am left behind by all the ghosts
and you
in the corner stands the elephant you left me
black
porcelain
cause I [...]
With words… to grab epiphany
With words before and aft
she stood before the academy.
I did not know her answers.
I still don’t
He’d waxed the surface
and therefore couldn’t stick the ink
I’d wonderer if it needs words
in the corner
I stand before the academy, transparent,
shading into the wood.
The community looked through me,
sightless I marshaled my thoughts,
afraid of thoughtlessness
Why would they
judge [...]
Posted in Consciousness, moans, poetry on Sep 27th, 2011
this is for Jesus
this is for Jesus
caused nobody else is listening
Jesus by default
halfway to Calvary
waiting on the end of days
or the jackpot
that’s the Mona Lisa
inscrutable smile
ease of days
Grace
what passeth all understanding
but comforts my confusion
waiting on the end
for here are the empty nights
that follow the lonesome days
they cover the loathsome ways
of the enterprise
did the Lord give [...]
