"There's not much doubt in any of our minds that no complete idea springs fully formed from our brow,
needing only a handshake and a signature on the contract to send it off into the world to make twenty-five billion dollars.
The germ of the idea grows slowly..." - Walt Kelly

Tuesday, April 19, 2016

The revenge

When you wonder
how I'll respond
when I escape,
remember that my escape
is response enough.
Remember that this life,
fermenting in mason jars,
is only a distillation
of the past
(but not those parts,
they'll hastily explain).
that when I end my days
in a room of my own,
though the world outside
will surely be aflame,
I will be alive,
and I will be the revenge.

Playing on my iTunes at this very moment:
Warpaint, Keep it Healthy (El-P remix)

Thursday, June 4, 2015

The world is flat

I need to lie to you.
It's slithering in my veins,
boiling my blood like a poison,
clamoring to be drawn from a wound.
Hand me a fistful of rainwater
and let me tell you about the ocean.
Lend me a cup of fog and hear
wonders of a heaven too sweet
to be light years from real.
This is no sin, this lie -
it is the work of an artisan
and as such, its creation will
rend me as though
you set upon me with steel.
I'll lay here, gaping,
until a snake doctor
sews me back together,
her iridescent wings
blazing a new rainbow into the sand.

Playing on my iTunes at this very moment:
Menomena, Evil Bee

Sunday, April 5, 2015

Stars and thrones

Day Five:

Such sad strings...
but what to believe?
And what lies we've yet to tell.

No doubt left
in the minds of men
who bring hell to earth this day.

Despair not,
they say, teeth agleam.
We shall be saved from all things.

Playing on my iTunes at this very moment:
Pixies, Where Is My Mind?

Saturday, April 4, 2015


Day Four:

We're up
all night -
minds churning
outside our heads -
like the city
that never sleeps
To it,
what good
is a sunrise?
What good
is the spotlight
on our blemishes?
What good
is high definition
for the self-confidence
of an uncivilized world?
And yet,
how better to know
so many versions
of the truth?

Playing on my iTunes at this very moment:
Incubus, Just A Phase