15.12.08

wash thief

WASH


I steal water
and shower
in your attention

THIEF
ask for bread from the homeless
and make
a solid pact

the center of Los Angeles

there is an undefinable area
that is "near" the center of Los Angeles

within a ring
but its size and shape
are determined by the limits of your perception of the city
and it is ultimately
defined by
your conception of
your place in the world
also,
some people are in it
some people say
I'm
out
of
it

STORIES

when you read a book
when you watch a movie
when you hear a song
these kinds of things are stories
you fall into them
and when you put a book down
or pause a song or movie
you can kill the story
but sometimes, they linger on
and pick back up
and when there are many
of these kinds of things taking place
they mix with each other
and cloud up
the collection of stories

that
is your story.
maybe they mix with your story
things can get confusing

misplaced keys
can turn up in a refrain
a pillowcase,
thought to be lost in the laundry
a phone number, or old receipt
different shit like that
pieces of a story.

JUST FINE

i had the feeling that this was impossibly new

and no understanding,

crows flying

sounded like electricity
and reminders of children

its like a
world,
of crazy war-dead
astonaught-cowboys

with bandaged hands


and fucked up feet




a pause,
wait
think
stop

when people
get excited these days its
less and less
that they
hoop and holler

last sunday

I feel GOOD!
...
...
.
.
I cant breathe

heat

with heat,
when experienced,
it is a sensation assumed to be only in passing.

A burn in the past tense
we are unprepared,

for the possibility that it will be hot, for a longer time than is bearable
an investigation, ended, for insufficient evidence
but what if the assumption is wrong
and it can burn forever?
we live under the idea, that cold is the permanent, and those flashes of heat, are only a star, in a vast distance of dark.

sometimes i have seen heat, strong enough to tear a hole in the sky
for a few moments
giving the appearance that such heat could last forever
nothing left, but burned air, and dust.
really, just super hot
and no one will notice
no one will remember
just what got you there

friday

every week its "if i can just make it till friday"
but after that there is just another week
yes,
I can always make it till friday,
but the idea of always waiting to make it till friday,
making it till friday
and then doing it again sucks.
I want to NOT make it
I want to crash and burn on wednesday, get drunk on thursday. and forget about everything before i even reach friday. fuck it.

14.12.08

my spelling gets progressivly worse as the weight of the day gets
> greater and my strenght to deal gets weaker.
when I sleep
the past I loved so deeply
comes back.

and robs me of my dreams

when I glance to the left, I miss the world on the right

I was sold on the idea
the going up
was worth
the coming down

when I told tales from the bottom,
the top was in the past,
something I couldnt see
only words

today I woke up too late to
run
to late to
build

all I can do is wait.