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Saturday, 19 September 2009

  • i will never eat again

    hamfist slabs of raw cheddar hanging down the sides of my cheeks puff like chipmunks'

    gutrot face bluematter disappearing heart breathing fire sleeping like a hot air balloon

    disappearing killing my soul-friend losing my day of sun missing the afternoon  waiting for

    the night lost black it's like i've died and never returned it's like i've lost my hair fingers

    with crooked teeth and dry lips face burned like hot dog bun i fall to the floor

    i crawl on the rich carpet i twist and awaken families disappear friends barely

    matter

     

Saturday, 29 August 2009

  • just one second
    stream of consciousness survey
    while i'm at it
    the wall and analyzation
    for future study
    of my mom
    straight through the blackness and
    further testing required
    for the brain test
    solved

    how my past life
    brings forward questions
    about my reality who
    kind
    and forgotten
    but unconsciously remembered and fucked
    quiet
    and if we're fighting i know
    we're ok
    but only if that's the case
    couldn't tell you
    if we aren't then i'm fine
    i'll eat your chocolate
    mint



Sunday, 16 August 2009

  • ow my face

    jupiter !
    i just tore a hole through my jeans


    owch  
    shadow clefts
    casino jerks your freakish orange cucumber
    tired
    is tired

    something strange is outside
    closer than i might think
    i imagine 
    huge tall black birds irrendered from the trees
    pushing teeth through my windo
    w the slightest of twists sends
    it all
    like a
    pool
    surrounded by roman columns

    freakish orange cucumber bristling  with
    ew dude

    ... i don't even know you

Tuesday, 04 August 2009

  • what we remember about 2009

    closed cell phones
    open homes
    broken bodies fighting silently against the electric waves coming from underneath their eyelids breathing out

    we remember when some loud noises were heard from the direction of the moon you crazy loons when

    we remember how the cars sounded when they finally parked for the good of the night inside cold garages vegetables inside the

    refrigerator. ac/dc

    We remember what didn't change. our roundness. the trees. the sky. downtown
    nothing changes about downtown it stays that mess of walls and elevators vessels for the people brushing against each other like wet
    slugs.

    we remember the fine high schools. and what happened to them when winter struck like harry potter split down the middle and the ghetto elementaries those were nothing new but the children were something out of this world
    we forget about how swept up we were upon a windstorm of thoughts energy fallen from the skies and visited upon by
    late night programming. we remember live music and discovering the power of freestyle and musical power and improvisational lyricists more electric than Tesla
    hairdos weren't so special

    it's 2010 and
    well, it's already 2011  practically there
    when our bodies make it with our minds
    it's nothing special to feel like you've found liquid inner peace
    it's already 2012 and we all thought something was going to happen and something did, but we're still alive and we still can't
    believe
    but we do.
    2020 and we've found solar power. like wings from across the half-eaten galaxy
    half-eaten 2009
    we remember some of the movies we made
    mostly I forget them

    i'm full of an energy I can't accept
    dehydrated and loathsome, vicious like --- like a new scar
    i'm pushing it on you like someone who thought
    he was making it work  

    a child
    taken

    like the refrigerator door
    that closes on your noses
    explodes before you
    even miss yourself..............

    whatever my aura is disgusting


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