Tuesday, January 27, 2009

la lame



the blade

she's always there
haunting me

i'm strapped
to a table

and she's the blade
on a pendulum 
getting ever closer
by the heartbeat

and it's only 
terrifying because
i don't know 
if she's going to 
cut me in half

or sever the bonds

and set me free


Saturday, January 24, 2009

maison de verre

halloween at the glass house
october 31 2006
pomona, california


Monday, January 19, 2009

les films

the movies
august 2006
livingston, montana



Friday, January 16, 2009

surprise surprise



surprise surprise

i was unpacking 
some boxes
and bins
i had stored in
a friend's garage
for a while

and i came across 
a little box
i had hidden
and left for myself
almost a year
ago.

alas, the box
was a pack
of spirits.

wellwellwell
i'm a clever bastard

leaving a pack
of cigarettes
for myself 
to find like that.

(ha)

two or three were
gone,
apparently burnt away;
spent months ago
in some 
abandoned rundown 
carport
off of the 
main drag of that
college town

while loathing life
itself and my
inability to do 

anything right.

anyway, 
i'll slink away 
and find some 
quality time with 
my seventeen
or eighteen 
cylindrical, slim,
additive-free
friends. 

and now there's some-
one in front of me
twirling a pen around

and it's mesmerizing. 

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

nuit faucons

gimme l-u-v
june 2006
wyoming, minnesota

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

dormir dans la journée



sleeping during the day

i came 
halfway across the world
to get away from you. 
to give you all the space you need.
all the time you need.

and now i have a
hard time
sleeping at night
sometimes. 

so i end up
sleeping during the day
which comforts me a little,
knowing that i'm sleeping
at the same time you are.

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

une cigarette

on cigarettes:

isn't it strange that something that kills you brings you comfort?

it's like hugging a knife. 

Thursday, January 1, 2009

nouvelle année



the new year

so this is the new year
and ben gibbard 
doesn't feel any different.

but all the kids at
the motel six or 
in their parents' 
shag rug covered basements 
certainly are going to 
in a little while.

and when they're hungover, 
sleeping it off,
the rest of the world will 
wake up,
maybe a little later 
than usual,

and we'll greet this
beast of a year
with fiery enthusiasm

knowing full and well
we are one year closer
to armageddon.