Archive for April, 2009
What Have I Lost?
I drove by my old house today, the house I lived in when I was six. It was tiny and grimy, just like I remembered. I only remember moments my mom took pictures of and maybe a bad dream, looking over at the bars of my brother’s crib, asking one of dad’s friends, I think [...]
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Tags: blastedgoat, broadway, evansdale, family, home, house, iowa, mandy michelle fauser, waterloo
Morning Buzz
Am I going insane or just walking around half-asleep again? Do I wear my hair in stranger places on my bobbing-head? A caricature, less mature than I really am? I turn over in the morning to avoid the sun pouring in the window. Citrus sourness stinging eyes that flutter open like warm butterflies. Drift out [...]
Filed under: ♥ Creativity, Ginger, Past, Reality, Under the Influence, Voice | Leave a Comment
Tags: alarm clock, brain, brush, butterfly, buzz, cat, Drugs, eyes, familiar, fiance, footsteps, hair, half-asleep, insane, morning, teeth
I say this, but to you it means that or worse, nothing. A tree obscures a power-line, fried potatoes tower over trembling pieces of yellow corn. Tassels grab clouds that rip. Contents pour, orange juice scum lingers on the lips of a tall glass. Stringy pulp tastes a bit like the dream I had after [...]
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Tags: bathroom, blastedgoat, boy, buzz, chew, concentration, corn, dream, floral couch, flush, fucking, girlfriend, glass, gun, hallways, hero, kiss, mandy michelle fauser, orange juice, poem, Poetry, potatoes, radio, reading, rickety, sleep, step-stood, teetering, Television, tell time, the orange sun rolls around connotation-land, tree, trigger, understanding, unison, write, z's
Walking to the Hotel
I pondered existence–wished for a stray car to POP over the curb, taking me out in several seconds. 3, 2, 1 dots arranged on a sidewalk, shot like a loaded gun. Roulette amid little daisies and chalk outlines of hand-traced turkeys. It’s not a sidewalk really, more of a shitty little footpath next to University [...]
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Tags: alright, brown eyes, cappuccino, car, chalk, curb, daisies, dice, dots, existence, footpath, hand-traced, loaded gun, mandy michelle fauser, muddy, poem, Poetry, pop, puddles, roulette, several seconds, sidewalk, stray, tire, turkey, university ave., walking to the hotel
B&W Association
The best things in life are B&W. Chessboards, old movies, piano keys, chocolate & vanilla ice cream twist cones from 4 Queens, the dice you found on the sidewalk, even the King of Pop. “Who knew when they made that Simpsons episode that Jack-o would turn into a white guy if you kept him out [...]
Filed under: Dreams, Poetry, Reality | Leave a Comment
Tags: B&W, black & white, chessboard, dice, harry potter, hypocrite, king of pop, michael jackson, pedophilac, piano keys, poem, the Simpsons




