Perhaps nature is our best assurance of immortality.
-Eleanor Roosevelt
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
some searchlight is screaming:
"a boy rode me into town
found the profiles of our gallows
there's a second or two before he
lets someone know"
if the noises my nose made
could save even one of us
I would blow
and blow
and blow
and blow.
most of us lose our breath in the best case scenario
some gavel as waves is rolling further than usual
there is a man pounding his feet into the ground
he is about to hear you drown.
how could he have known?
lazy eyes left in pews
struggle without their toes
if this was the last morning
that same boy is sliding
his hat falls off
the clouds are getting nervous
and my heart is chewing you.
if this is our last evening
some boy was our sunset
caress worms like lovers
as you dig your toes deeper
you are watching me drown.
"a boy rode me into town
found the profiles of our gallows
there's a second or two before he
lets someone know"
if the noises my nose made
could save even one of us
I would blow
and blow
and blow
and blow.
most of us lose our breath in the best case scenario
some gavel as waves is rolling further than usual
there is a man pounding his feet into the ground
he is about to hear you drown.
how could he have known?
lazy eyes left in pews
struggle without their toes
if this was the last morning
that same boy is sliding
his hat falls off
the clouds are getting nervous
and my heart is chewing you.
if this is our last evening
some boy was our sunset
caress worms like lovers
as you dig your toes deeper
you are watching me drown.
Friday, April 25, 2008
oh insect
tiny explosion for just us to see
we step so carelessly
all our dogs are dieing
and they're leaving us behind
we walk into oncoming traffic
cars are swerving appropriately
sometimes I feel like most of us deserve
so much worse than hell
now the clouds are getting nervous
taking their chances too late
listening to our oceans
building new beds to mess and make
so what will we scream when we're just okay?
tiny explosion for just us to see
we step so carelessly
all our dogs are dieing
and they're leaving us behind
we walk into oncoming traffic
cars are swerving appropriately
sometimes I feel like most of us deserve
so much worse than hell
now the clouds are getting nervous
taking their chances too late
listening to our oceans
building new beds to mess and make
so what will we scream when we're just okay?
Thursday, April 24, 2008
There is Mother
There is Father
There are dogs
There is worn in grass
And you knows whose names you will find
Under upturned stones
Tomorrow, you know
Your eyes, awake, will see sky
Your eyes, closed, will see wallpaper
Your eyes will be warm
Your eyes will be warm
Both will see her thighs
Just as warm
Just as loud
Just as white
As you thought
As you knew
So now
You know why Angels sing
You know why Henry sings
Well, then who else sings
There is Father
There are dogs
There is worn in grass
And you knows whose names you will find
Under upturned stones
Tomorrow, you know
Your eyes, awake, will see sky
Your eyes, closed, will see wallpaper
Your eyes will be warm
Your eyes will be warm
Both will see her thighs
Just as warm
Just as loud
Just as white
As you thought
As you knew
So now
You know why Angels sing
You know why Henry sings
Well, then who else sings
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
On when to wash.
They that wash on Monday have all the week to dry;
They that wash on Tuesday are not so much awry;
They that wash on Wednesday are not so much to blame;
They that wash on Thursday wash for shame;
They that wash on Friday wash in need;
And they that wash on Saturday, oh, they are slovens, indeed.
They that wash on Tuesday are not so much awry;
They that wash on Wednesday are not so much to blame;
They that wash on Thursday wash for shame;
They that wash on Friday wash in need;
And they that wash on Saturday, oh, they are slovens, indeed.
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
I saw the pope in a drive-through and when his gaze met mine he said,
Son, isn't it funny that you can buy a 'happy', meal?
and I said,
Do you think it makes it's easier on the animals when they die?
and he asked,
Which ones?
and I said,
You and I.
Later that night I had a dream, Martin Luther King Jr. came and spoke to me.. He said,
Son; foremost beloved be the one who uses their eyes,
and
The pope is just some guy
Your father is just some guy
The president is just some guy
The dali lama is just some guy
I was just some guy
And I was just some guy.
Son, isn't it funny that you can buy a 'happy', meal?
and I said,
Do you think it makes it's easier on the animals when they die?
and he asked,
Which ones?
and I said,
You and I.
Later that night I had a dream, Martin Luther King Jr. came and spoke to me.. He said,
Son; foremost beloved be the one who uses their eyes,
and
The pope is just some guy
Your father is just some guy
The president is just some guy
The dali lama is just some guy
I was just some guy
And I was just some guy.
Friday, April 4, 2008
Tour of rooms.
I have put these things on the table.
The table is meant for these things.
These things are supposed to be on the table.
The table is a good place for these things.
The table is good.
These things are good for the table.
These things are good.
The table is meant for these things.
These things are supposed to be on the table.
The table is a good place for these things.
The table is good.
These things are good for the table.
These things are good.
Thursday, April 3, 2008
Beloved Be, Our
Beloved be the one who recognizes themself in another,
the one who sleeps under the stars
the one who stubs their toe
the one who forgot their dreams
Beloved be the one who stands up,
the one who marries and screams
the one who sneezes more than once
the one who emerges from the deep end
Beloved be the one who has eyes,
the one who makes their bed
the one who hides
the one who has regret
Beloved be the one who will not salute
the one who cannot afford taxes
the one who took their thoughts and ran
the one who bailed the rest from the well
Beloved be the one whose story ends when the alarm clock calls
Beloved be the one with infinite loneliness
Beloved be the one stuck, spinning slightly.
the one who sleeps under the stars
the one who stubs their toe
the one who forgot their dreams
Beloved be the one who stands up,
the one who marries and screams
the one who sneezes more than once
the one who emerges from the deep end
Beloved be the one who has eyes,
the one who makes their bed
the one who hides
the one who has regret
Beloved be the one who will not salute
the one who cannot afford taxes
the one who took their thoughts and ran
the one who bailed the rest from the well
Beloved be the one whose story ends when the alarm clock calls
Beloved be the one with infinite loneliness
Beloved be the one stuck, spinning slightly.
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
Quote.
There is no duty we so much underrate as the duty of being happy.
-Robert Louis Stevenson
Today we hear because we're listening.
Peter.
-Robert Louis Stevenson
Today we hear because we're listening.
Peter.
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
Recipe for Longevity:
Best Rhubarb in Powder - 2 1/2 oz
Salt of Wormwood - 1 drahm
Orange-Peall - 1/2 oz
Grated Nutmeg - 2 scruples
Cochineall - 1/2 drahm
Infuse for 48 hours by warm fireside, in a quart of true arrak; put in a well-corked bottle for use. Of this, two or three spoonfuls may be taken two or three times in a week, or at pleasure, with great safety and benefit, with or without interruption of business or studies, and continued to manhood or extreem old age if necessary.
-Dr. Cheyne's Receipt for a Long Life, circa 1760.
We should live forever more.
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