eff

crackling kernels
of popped culture seem sweet as
shopping mall make outs

sometimes you're lousy

let me remedy
this futility with a
spoonful of sugar

Riddle Me This

I am nostalgic
at present time. What the fuck
am I tomorrow?

This might sound trite, but

The way you look at
me- most euphemistically-
... is so disarming.

Empirical Measurements: the Depth of Emotion

it starts and ends with

two sand dollars
a dreamcatcher
& a useless map

one adventure
(the plan is not to have one)

two birds of a feather
(proverbial accuracy)

200 cigarettes
(200 conversations)

26 oz. of truth-telling tequila
(no lime necessary)

three hotel rooms full of laughter and love
(it's not the place that matters, see)

one week coming & going
(in-betweens matter most)

though we need not
measure, because
when you look

it's all in my eyes

TurboRebel

Don't ya know how fierce
I can be? Set me up for
battle, then set me free.

thou shalt not fuck in vain

Sorry. We just can't.
If you must know why, it's your
name. Rory... too strange.

an interruption from your un-regularly programmed haiku dosage, spoon-fed with care

In the vein of Ginsberg's epic poem "HOWL" I wrote a "because" poem in class. We were to take a sentence from our cut-ups exercise from the week before, and run with it...
With Dadaist flair, we covered an entire page with writing. The whole damn page. The way it should be. For twelve minutes, we wrote while William S. Burroughs ranted about poetry made from newspaper cut-ups ("When you cut into the present, the future leaks out," he warned.) Cut the page into 4 pieces, rearranged the order, and braced ourselves for the discovery of some jumbly/poignant/provocative phrases. Alas:

My eyes are a chaotic rush of emotion, and I feel empty and exhausted, like folklore fucked with my head.

because I just put everything into something that didn't give back.
because I've been living on coffee and cigarettes for the last two days.
because I used to think it was just a game and treated it that way.
because I wake from tireless sleeps knowing I dreamt all night.

because seeing isn't believing.
because I let you in.
because you've left an imprint, and everything is different now.
because I could get a prescription for this, but choose not to.

because you revel in raw emotion.
because nobody taught me how to do this in university.
because karma isn't instant.
because if I give you everything, I'm naked.

because this world's sadness weighs heavy on my heart and I feel it most when I feel yours.
because I hate the way people talk sometimes and wish I could shut it all out except for the smiles.
because I'm too far away from the mountains and the ocean.
because as soon as you think you know how it is, you discover that it isn't.

because I decided to meet you for coffee instead of going home.
because your mother hates me, even though she doesn't know me.
because I know it will all be over soon, and
because I find you more beautiful every day.

Love triangle at the Inuit throat singer

Me, you, her. Taking
our seats. Waiting for beauty.
Spying for trouble.

dualism is a farce

angels with hacksaws
demons with cotton candy
Love & Hate conspire

Honesty vs. Bravado

I laid it out on
a dinner plate. You took it,
ran, and sealed our fate.

knee's in the gutter

thought they were the best
$10 jeans ever, and
then i saw the "gash".

When I hear the song Warsaw

sometimes I wonder
was Joy Division really
"post-punk"? I think not.

Cosmic Loiterers

so, what happens when
outer space is out of space?
...galactic karma.

amused bouche

I see the way you
melt me down and stir me up, like
sugar in a coffee cup

quarter-life crisis

moving back in with
your parents is kind of like
relinquishing power.

a matter of personal preference

I would rather wear

t-shirts ironically

than wear ironic t-shirts.