Monday, May 17, 2010

new tablet, lost time

got a drawing tablet, this is the first piece of crap i produced, dedicated to my homies, jan & vinny.

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

try tearing paper into perfect squares, it will cut your fingers

synthesize me
a love song, miss. i want
to be
back on the road.
get the bass
in sync with the
blinkers & send me somewhere
new like
CO or AZ. let the roads
be my web &
cradle me in cold front.
baby, i want you, i want
can't you hear me barreling down
the road? i'm lost, i am lost like
a reindeer strayed
from the herd.

sometimes things are too
disorganized to trust in. good
friends & time are all
you need. music helps too
& that's okay. i think bass &
treble are the neosporin of
serious problems & in between
an ampersand sandwich, so that must be
true. i miss living in wholes (clearly
this is the case because i'm writing
halfway normal.

"if you're partial to the night sky
if you're vaguely attracted to rooftops
hannah takes the stairs
cause' she can't tell it's a winding spiral case
is she outside-in?
or inside-out?"

[freelance whales] "hannah"

"insomnia" [rynn williams]

Saturday, May 8, 2010

this is how i feel now & everyday

"dear lord jesus,
my eyes won't close
& my hands won't clap
& my hair won't grow

i'm so lonely
my mind is gonna go
if i don't find me a friend in the snow
you've taken more than i owe.

i want from no one
what i need from you

i've got family, they sing through the fun
they've got a son too spineless
scared now to run.

say you love me & show me some fin
tell me life don't weigh a goddamn ton
i swear,
my back is just a drum"

-hair don't grow [annuals]


& atlases

"dancing old linen
& crooked eye hole cuts
we walked in steps of mathFont size
& now in closet candlelight
writing songs for ghosts to haunt to"

Saturday, May 1, 2010

the sorest of times

got your thoughts on my mind.

t-minus a week of
school left. three finals
& a paper. should be
permeating what little
space there is
around my brain but
thoughts of an
overpacked car on
the interstate
(with the windows
down & the music
in motion)
nothing but the open road
& eleven
hours in front of me. it's
all i can think about.
don't wanna do work.
don't wanna write
or memorize. just want
to drive,
drive, & drive.

"sixties remake" by tokyo police club

"to the harbormaster" by frank o' hara