"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

Friday, June 18, 2010


Vines once grew here,
from every crack
and every hole.
Bundles of sinewy green nonsense
babbling over everything,
runaway river.

Then we built it higher,
all of it,
financed and adored
with a catastrophe of riches.
It went up brick by empty brick,
snarling I-beams piled high,
daring you to ride
to the sterilized silver peak.

One day,
the buildings in this city
will grow tall enough
to block out the sun.
And on that day,
I'll consider getting a job somewhere else.

Playing on my iTunes at this very moment:
MGMT, Kids (this has been stuck in my head all day)

Wednesday, June 16, 2010


Cool lies melt in the spotty shade,
all they have built collapsing,
overburdened by the secrets it hides.
Poorly designed, it was almost made to fail.
Symmetrical snowman,
doomed to tip and blur into its surroundings,
to melt back into the earth
and feed another round, free of charge.

Playing on my iTunes at this very moment:
Brother Ali, Preacher

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

The proverbial Greek heel

Clatter and

Raised it above your head,
sent it crashing
to the ground.
Tin-can crash sounds
the decibels
like ladder rungs,
eager to reach the top
and deafen my spirits.

You found the blind spots
I never saw
the glint of the sun
for my eyes,
orange signs covered
by trash bags.

Playing on my iTunes at this very moment:
Peter Gabriel, Big Time

Monday, June 14, 2010

Emergency exit

It's been a busy week at the new job, but a good one. This week I am pre-loading The Germ with some new stuff before I head off to be one of those fancy real-world types, so check in and there should be something to read most days.

Blood poured in structure,
and all in the name
of a quick escape.
Wired for ease of use
up until this malfunction
rendered us incapable.
Consider this proof, then,

that in death sparks fly, and death sparks flies, humming like an
        airline engine thrown into overdrive, hungry for fuel and burning
        through it like it was still $1.85 a gallon, drowning piles of
        decaying flesh in legs and eyes, insect ratables.

Playing on my iTunes at this very moment:
TV on the Radio, Wolf Like Me

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Big news!

An update for this week and probably next as well, as some cool stuff has happened:

I finally got a job! I'll be working for Edelman, a PR firm in New York City, starting next Monday. Should be good times. Only problem is, it's a 9 to 5 type job and I will be taking the train in and out of the city, so my spare time to write is going to get cut big time. So my posts might be much less frequent, but I will try to make sure that when I post, I post something awesome.

Second, the rest of this week will be sparse. I'm doing some work for my family tomorrow and Thursday, so if anything goes up it won't be until the weekend. But in any case, hope everyone had an awesome Memorial Day weekend!

Stay classy.