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

 

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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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