Thursday, April 29, 2010

spring last year

wrote this may 1st, 2009, just sorta found it.  last year was a true awakening for me, as is this spring, two quite profound times in my life, and strangely, the same struggles.

spring arrived.
light - a beacon of hope,

Winter - a perspective, necessary.
A state of mind, temporary.
Spring. Change.
Nature, mind - cycles.

barefoot again,
walking unhindered.
layers shed, naked,
earth, mind - refreshed.

winter is still present.

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

a poem followed by a haiku

stuck behind a chicken truck
hostages/prisoners, crammed into cages
their first time seeing sunshine, breathing spring air -
a great day to be slaughtered.
smells like chicken shit and death.

next to a chicken truck,
the oppurtunity to make a pun would be now.
i thought the pun when i was there
staring at the chickens and feeling disgust and sorrow.
3 lines ago i should have made a pun.
a pun would be insensitive now, quite 'fowl'.
oh damn.

passing the chicken truck, 
a bodily fluid spills from the top row of the truck -
piss, shit, vomit, etc.
a deprived existence yields intoxicating smells of death.
the fluid exits the topmost cages accompanied by an ungodly chickeny wretch
it smacks the pavement after gravity has its way with the unidentified viscous mass
sounds like a bucket of liquefied lard poured from 15 feet in the sky onto concrete.

rear-view mirror reflects the chicken truck,
flashback to reels of jews in trains.
it feels like
the chicken holocaust.

i enter the house -
stagnant pools of putrid slime.
death is everywhere.

Sunday, April 25, 2010

dichotomy ku's

horrid gasps; coughing
sickly grey green ooze expelled
death comes for us all

sweetness on the breeze
dreamy pastel days of warmth
blue eyes mesh with sky

Friday, April 23, 2010

the xx/islands

i said out loud, to no one, "this is really fucking good" in regards to this music video:

originally posted at gvb

Monday, April 19, 2010


keep on fuckingkeep on fuckingkeep onfucking keepon fuckingkeep on fucking keeponfuckingkeeponfucking
i'll shrivel up eventually
pouring salt on slugs
pale and soft like an angel
you fuck, like salt
keep it up
i'll wash away with the rain

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

dream ku's

she appeared in dream
skin swathed in brilliant moon beams
naked and perfect

razed dandelions
you corrected my folly
"a holy flower"

making love felt real
- ephemerally holy -
felt loss in waking

Sunday, April 4, 2010

toro y moi

Ray Concepcion created this nifty video.
This one features toro y moi.
Apparently he films through 3d shades.
Originally posted on gorilla vs. bear..

Love: Whose Songs are Dreams in the Human Mind // Toro Y Moi [Part 1 of 2] from Ray Concepcion on Vimeo.