poems
September 30, 2003
Today I just found some of my old poems hidden in Blogger:
September 30, 2003
All week long my heart flutters with music
These songs are about the rivers and the pathos it affords
I still sing my winter song
Hollow of breath
Horse of mouth
My mouth contains the sea
It’s epic song
No longer echo
September 28, 2003
Wanted
i wanted to simplify
ur misfit
i wanted fuel
u wanted to burn
i wanted the taste
and afterwards
take ur hand
to my sternum
hear the little tin drum
rattle beneath ur palm
u wanted to burn clean
i didn’t let u
there were charred remains
that i could have use to chart a course
of course
i wanted to draw lines
just for u
October 1, 2003
Every night it circles around
We park our words next to each other
Hoping to catch spirits in flight
Holding patterns
Runways too short to clear
Every night circles about me
In quiet destitute
Waiting for signals to land
These hands have a memory of it’s own
They remember the thin belt around your waist
They hold as our bodies shifted to music and rhythm
These memories are recast into dreams
Years later I dream that I danced
All week long my heart flutters with music
These songs are about the rivers and the pathos it affords
I still sing my winter song
Hollow of breath
Horse of mouth
My mouth contains the sea
It’s epic song
No longer echo
All week long my heart flutters with music
Drunken Noodles
September 27, 2003
2003-09-27
Do you like drunken noodles?
It’s my favorite right now…I could eat so much of it. Oh there were so much carnage in unreal tournament. Jeff had four or five powerful computers hooked up. Mark brought over is hard drive, monitor and the works. I was on Jeff’s Sony laptop which kicks.
I like mining for crystals and refining the land for resources to build my empire on Star Craft. But watch out for the larva Zergs. Kill or bee killed. We stay until five in the morning.
befriended
September 10, 2003
befriended
i got the cd befriended finally
we drink hennessy from the metal tea pot at sam ho.
we are celebrating kelly’s birthday.
the crab arrives, and some squash.
tina comes back from the milwaukie farm market with fresh corns, and tomatoes.
at the delecja restaurant in Poznan, Poland, i had a beautiful salad with peeled tomatoes.
it is sunday morning, a beautiful morning, and i’m listening to befriends.
Stotik
September 10, 2003
2003-09-10
I just drove to Reed to see the Book Art exhibition by the
library. At first I couldn’t find Eric
Stotik’s Nazi book collage then Stephanie Snyder, the new curator, show it to
me. She even offers to bring out the
book for me to peruse. We sat down
together at to look at the book. I gave
her my card and the painting postcard.
I listen to John Ashberry recite portrait in a convex
mirror.
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