Tuesday, December 29, 2009

December 29, 2009



Semi-annual Harmonies


Facing the ceiling
the drill plays to the tune of
Toto's "Africa."


Floss Rock

Gums slowly bleeding,
she flosses me to the beat
of "Dust in the Wind."


"Adult Contemporary"

"That will sound better,"
he thought, "with somebody's hands
inside of your mouth."

Sunday, December 20, 2009

December 20, 2009















Recession


If time is money,
you would think we would slow down,
cause we're wasting it.

If money is time,
shouldn't we spend it on things
we enjoy doing?

Sunday, December 6, 2009

December 6, 2009


Either

You're always lying,
plastic bib clipped 'round your neck
your mouth open wide.


Or

You're always standing,
with overly-tan fingers
inside someone's mouth.


But

Can't you be sitting,
ready to suck the drool out
and to hand him tools?

Saturday, November 28, 2009

November 28, 2009



Habit


I procrastinate—
just until something bigger
needs to be put off.

November 28, 2009
























Futuristic

I want to be like
Usher's sweaty wife beater,
thrown into the crowd.

I want to be like
spelling a five-letter word
(but not the word "their").

I want to be like
night-skiing at Park City
every single night.

Friday, November 20, 2009

November 20, 2009


Desired

Come along with me!
Let's remember we're alive
by jumping off things.

Let's outrun our legs.
Let's put ourselves in harm's way.
Let's skin our elbows.

Don't apply pressure.
Let it get on your clothes. You're
bleeding evidence.

November 20, 2009
























Imago

It was dark (and warm)
inside my cocoon, and then
I emerged: a moth.


Bernardine


So lonely (and cold)
underground. Forced imago,
and you feel the same.


Prairie Fire Collective

So scary (and hard)
changing. You can feel the same
revise the approach.

Sunday, November 15, 2009

November 15, 2009


Twitter

If I could just think
thoughts that were one sentence long,
people would read them.

Thursday, November 12, 2009

November 12, 2009


Collab


by eric c cottrell
You are what you eat.
So what if I nibble ears?
I'm only human.

by me
We are what we eat.
Does nib'ling each others' ears
make us cannibals?

by me
You are what you eat.
So on the month's first Sunday
I'm a righteous ghost.

by eric c cottrell
He, a cannibal,
they called him an animal.
Are you what you eat?

by eric c cottrell
"You are what you eat,"
said the wise man. He then said,
"Hi, I'm bologna."

by me
I am what I eat.
So after the big breakup
she's right, I'm nothing.

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

November 4, 2009


Temperature Mask


Thankful for the cold.
It also makes my eyes red,
red and watery.

November 4, 2009


Honest Mistake

Platinum lining
is sometimes mistaken for
a silver lining.

Monday, November 2, 2009

November 2, 2009
























Post-Hardcore Visual Acuity


Most think otherwise,
but love is twenty-twenty,
and hindsight is blind.

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

October 28, 2009


The Only Downside to Popularity

The more friends you have,
the less you can pick your nose
anonymously.

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

October 27, 2009























Halloween: Lofty Goals


Slutty is easy,
but sluttily creative
can be a challenge.

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

September 9, 2009


Narcolepsy


Too sleepy to sit,
but too hot to stand outside.
I effing hate school.

September 9, 2009
























Fall Semester

Cold for a summer,
a stack of books in my arm.
Ends the reply, "… too."

Sunday, September 6, 2009

September 6, 2009

















Wants and Needs


Finally, paths meet.
After the blissful junction
is just a tightrope.

Monday, August 17, 2009

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

August 3, 2009
























Twenty Days


Knowing that shortly
you'll be flying to heaven's
not planned suicide.

August 2, 2009


Uneasy

...and depressed I cry:
"can I be the Sahara
for my xerocole?"

August 1, 2009
























Love/Skiing


The fear of approach
is conquered by the sheer thrill
once you're in the air.


in this photo: my best friend Benjamin Fairbanks Naylor
photo by: my best friend Weston Edwards

July 31, 2009


Personal


It's universal,
so I thought, to have neighbors.
Here, they're more than that.

art by mr bingo

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

July 30, 2009


Thirst


From the low fountain
shoots colder, sweeter water—
well worth the hard work.

July 29, 2009


Linen Pants on Windy Days

Murdered by pants— wait!
I forgot they were linen!
I'm just in heaven...

photo by NOAA (oldest photo of a tornado)

Monday, August 3, 2009

July 28, 2009
























Ambiguity, Unexplained


What's a man to do
when words contradict themselves?
Like the word "adult".

July 27, 2009



Salad Days


Nine o'clock pm,
your head on my arm, eyes closed,
we look back, and laugh

July 26, 2009


Quiet Night

When you feel nothing,
you're probably either dead
or swimming naked.

July 25, 2009


2000

I'd like to spend life
like the warm nights of my youth,
but she'd be there too.

photo by the Jackdaws

Sunday, August 2, 2009

July 24, 2009



Happy Birthday Utah


Science will tell us:
all bubbles are spherical
except for Utah.

Saturday, August 1, 2009

July 23, 2009


No Offense

I'd plug my phone in,
but she's in Prague, who would call?
I don't want to talk.

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

July 22, 2009






















Ex-summers


Sofa, carpet, bed-
bleached and funky and colder
from my wet swimsuit.

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

July 21, 2009
























It's Never Too Late


Angelic voices
from the busts of perfection.
Never outdated.

July 20, 2009
























Animals


Yelling at their own,
on the grounds of "ignorance,"
ashamed of their form.


Veganarchists

The sole difference?
There's no reason to hate cows,
because they eat grass.


Precedence

Think of what fervor
they would employ to picket
carnivore caf├ęs!

July 19, 2009


Confide


These young men take "the
shrillest highs and lowest lows"
to "such great [new] heights."

Monday, July 27, 2009

July 18, 2009



Who's Walking Who?


Is there an instance
where our intentions become
what we think we are?

July 17, 2009


E-emotion

Things were going well,
and then you got an email
with a big fat :)

July 16, 2009
























"Sweat"


And when you say "sweat"
you mean sink faucet-esque pores?
'cause that's what I mean.

side note: good news

July 15, 2009
























The Recession


Popularity
of tight pants increases, while
thieves look for purses.

Saturday, July 25, 2009

July 14, 2009


Some Days

On the grey, wet days,
the elevator's broken,
and the subway's late.


Some Days (con't)

But rain poured that day
you resisted sleep and found
mutuality.

Thursday, July 23, 2009

July 13, 2009


Love/Hate relationship

New York is a dream:
my mind is up as I sleep.
but not wandering.

July 12, 2009


The New New York

Both the "work Colin"
and "work is over Colin"
just moved to New York.

July 11, 2009


Mobile Home

So I close my eyes—
and what appears before me
I wouldn't call "dark".


photo by NASA

July 10, 2009



New Yolk

On the contrary,
the deep green yolk belongs to
the world's freshest egg.

Sunday, July 19, 2009

July 9, 2009


It Can't Be

There is no such thing,
as far as I am concerned,
as a lil' smokey.

July 8, 2009


Amateur Photography


"Okay girls," she says
as she turns her camera,
"make a sexy face."

July 7, 2009
























Beards


The newest muscle
not only impresses girls,
but hides your acne.


Williamsburg Woods

In a plaid forest
is the only place you'll find
skinny lumberjacks.

July 6, 2009


It's True

We've added the "o"
so that little asterisk?
it can kiss my butt.

July 5, 2009


Most People's Definition of "Sharing Music"


Magical subways:
here even earbuds blossom
into loud flowers.

July 4, 2009
























Obama

Easier for us,
but he's made life harder for
the punks and rappers.

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

July 3, 2009


Postmortem Success Stories


We should envy pigs:
even after slaughter, they're
multi-talented.

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

July 2, 2009
























This Could Happen To Anybody


Sitting in the park,
I turn, inquisitively.
Their dog's named Colin?!?
 

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