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Oily silty water leaks onto uneven sidewalks, toward a crowd of wet sandals waiting to depart to relative paradise. Wealthy Indonesians, foreign tourists: from Japan, Germany, Australia, America; fleeing the stench of smog and littered rivers. Dense bands of trash: … Continue reading →

Annoyance growing more by the complaint, just relax There’s only one person I can stand daily; her name’s Betsy

The longer I am away the less I miss those things I left back home

Beloved infant born beyond the vast desert as wide as friendship

Mixing horror And surrealism, Abstract congress

Passports, art and ass, successfully applied for and looked at by three Stomach beckons forth, “Fill me with brisket and sauce!” The poet abides

Though it seemed the bottom was it–– a sort of Planck length, ––a smallness one could not surpass, Here I am trapped in paradise slowly building up a hell of self-castigation, Hindenburgesque self-immolation Unsure grounding blown by the wind; Thin … Continue reading →

Even though he knew it wasn’t forever, it could at least seem that way. Hazy delirium set upon him, this time as a contented exhaustion, a culmination of disconnected happy recollections of earlier deliria. A lovely Grecian cat––a cunning and … Continue reading →

Time shifts imperceptibly and my only companion, this withered and lifeless tree that once could swell with life and leaves, hangs barren and sullen, more like a mirror than a plant. I look at its aching roots and pathetic foliage, … Continue reading →

The days tarry on The phone does ring Mostly wrong numbers Or misdials But sometimes It’s actually For me, about me Which is scary A world apart Probably frozen already A terrible distance Tearing myelin sheath

“Mon âme voyage sur le parfum comme l’âme des autres hommes sur la musique.” I knew in advance that that Baudelaire prose poem would surely remind me of you ––and how would it not?–– but then I saw you in … Continue reading →

June 13, 2011 First impressions 2:20 pm: Didn’t check tickets––I hope I’m on the right bus Pulling out––That’s what she said Second impressions 2:30 pm: This bus is going south. First detour 2:32 pm: Going to San Antonio…it would’ve been … Continue reading →

I recall distinctly the ground was wet that doubly inaugural day, but I don’t remember what the weather was like. I can only guess it was grey and cloudy and drizzling from time to time. I crossed the walkway that … Continue reading →

Ideas and time Ideas take time To make time Stop writing Think.

As always, the winter had seemed long and strange. The lack of wintery things in Austin––frost on windowpanes, snow-crusted boughs, layers of underwear and overwear, the glitter of melting icicles––was normal and unsurprising to the Fledgling, although still unsettling. The … Continue reading →

The last snotty exhalations Of decrepit academia A wind like light inspired Escaping aged lungs––edges of thought Reason filling itself with water Drunken with fact burning like spirits To embalm in advance the remains Interred in cap and gown before … Continue reading →

In those unbearable times When the voice is not there All one can do is wait. And read. And try to think. He should go out Talk to people. Get sleep when he can And don’t skimp on it But … Continue reading →

I do believe the emphatic auxiliary do does do what dog doo sometimes does when I, or you, do step in it. Once the foot has done stepped in it; The voice has done spoken it: What’s done does stick, … Continue reading →

There are weeks When days go by Hours like years like minutes like Warzones. Words. Thoughts. Doubt followed by doubt Doubting even itself Creation of misery Destruction of creativity.

These apparently need to come in Kindle form: Forests of paper, felled now in my notebook. Copies and handouts hardly necessary Lie doomed to destruction, Or desiccation of interest.   Copyright 2011

I resolved to finish the guacamole So there would be none, not any For the soul that would follow me And so I laid forth my decree And thus it was written And thus it was eaten

Well, that’s my limit. I can only store so much without taking notes, and that’s everything. Damn you, UT, you finally broke me down. For the next two days I shall do nothing but codify and binge information for immediate … Continue reading →

So this is an explication I wrote for my class, but I think it does a good job of showing how one can look at a poem, and get something out of it. Plus I haven’t written anything else lately… … Continue reading →

The rich say being poor is a terrible fate, But the worst fate of all is dying rich–- For while the poor waste nothing The rich waste everything And find it’s quite impossible To bribe doormen and maitre d’s At … Continue reading →

The hands that hold the strings of chance are fickle as can be All stories telling of them make it very clear Directionless, they jerk and shrug arrhythmically Every single day, each and every year We wrench and fight, only … Continue reading →

A witch’s hand with a million fingers, Each with a million joints, A million accusations Accusing me Accusing you, Accuses all. Everything. But between her rhytidome fingers The soft embrace of red, yellow and cream Calls out forgiveness, Offering no … Continue reading →

This is an email I sent to the people in my poetry class about the title of a poem by Wallace Stevens that we mentioned in class today. If you want to read it, you can find it here: Wikipedia. … Continue reading →

Okay, well this will just be a sort of quick little stream-of-consciousness sort of blog about my goings on, probably interesting only if you’re family or just not a very motivated stalker. Anyone, including stalkers, is invited to read on, … Continue reading →

I spent an hour today letting the television tell me how to think. Save print media. Read books, read poems, read newspapers, read opinions that admit they’re opinions, call out bullshit, don’t take anyone’s word for anything. When you let … Continue reading →

The pages ruffle The springs creak A silent rustle After paragraphs peak Hip and foot shuffle Roll over, cool cheek. Stop, pause, sigh Listen to rain’s patter Wonder how, wonder why Does it matter, Or is it all just my … Continue reading →

“He made all our vocabularies bigger” “How did he still have so much hair?” “He sure was a rich bastard. Spent every penny, though.” “So, [insert female name here] is single now, huh?” “I read his book once.” “He smelled … Continue reading →