The weather was different from how when I remembered this. I remembered that. I had a bone to pick with that weather, man. Other than that, everything else was the same as yesterday. No more buildings had gone out of business. There was still that parking lot over there, I still didn’t know what it […]

They tell you to get a girl And then it’s still waves crashing And the rain, Nobody controls the rain, And everything seems like an obligation When you’re trapped in this body And everybody’s fighting Over that which is obscure, You’re splitting little glass shards in two with your eyesight down on the sidewalk.

The wharf went under, Fettering to the sea, Our pops just kept watching The tube, and all its flicks. The next thing to do Was to go find a job With a pregnant Opportunity for uncontrolled pandemonium. Life in Mona Lisas Of moments without the sedan Turns from rounded bridge traversings Up in bank accounts […]

Finally it’s the lack of any expectation whatsoever That has me handing this day a slouching gait Chris-crossing between mortal things of old and this new Technology landslide informing rats chasing cheese Wasted on forgetfulness of mortality and Two kids riding a bike invincible But only In their good Faith and so set up to […]

It was almost idiomatic The way the people left the train Rushing, because the weather hadn’t Dampered their agenda. . One old sailor was sent acquiescing, Left behind into dust By the word of the buzz, And the helicopters illuminating mortality over town. . Sounds of flugal horns are wrapped up. There’s a striated rise […]

I really have no anxiety anymore, Because I feel no compunction in morphing myself When I see fit, . When I espy the university and all its opulent rigor Or the man Carrying the casings of yesteryear hoping Only to incur a Jesus Lizard CD.

Living beings are predicated upon one thing, And one thing only, And that is that we’ll one day die. . The mind is incapable of thinking of itself. . In such a way, The ballooning of focus Meets malady behind every rampart, If only . As a beaming Of trouble, someone singing Cries of pain, […]

The scourge has lain sake Withholding nothing but A promise Which is to harbor a conformity, Masonry for the states’ Uses. . We fall out of prizes, Eating, Roughing but mostly beset, . Testing the limits of our bodies and Seeking approval, Seeking only an antithesis and a solace.

Where we didn’t necessarily want you to think we were of the east, No, We’re west of a lot of things, Just ask . The frazzled tulips descending up the buildings, This blue sky We lassoed and Lysoled, We’ve craved It for eons with 50 Ft of Gravity harking down Upon one man who discards […]

Will all music have this drawl, will all music have this subordinateness, a spiritual subordinateness that ignores the things in life that are really beautiful, like a cat ascending to a window sill and aligning its little jaw perfectly for the crescent moon. When we will turn off the noise, and get back to music.