Thursday, May 19, 2011

Evolution of Haiku

In Big Bear
Forecast wind by moving treetops
In Buckeye
Forecast planes by their distant lights

Monday, February 21, 2011

What the Fuck Am I Doing Here?

This is the first somewhat successful product of my Cremina: a heart... pursued by a sperm. Bubbly and shit, but whatever.

Mike Tyson!

“I used to think nobody liked me and nobody wanted to help me,” Tyson said. “No. People were waiting for me to do the right thing. Once you help yourself, people will help you. That’s just how it goes, and I found out late. People are just waiting for you to change so they can participate in cultivating your life. Or, they’re waiting for you to kill yourself and watch you self-destruct.

“And what I finally learned is that people say, ‘So, what are we going to do? I’m not going to help you self-destruct. If you’re self-destructive, I’m going to stay away. But once I see you are trying to cultivate your life and change and throw away those bad habits, I’ll get involved in your life and try to help. Other than that, I’m not involved.’ “

-Mike Tyson

Sunday, December 06, 2009

"What Comes After Happily Never After?"

Daniel Pruitt makes
Me want to drink gasoline.
He makes my stomach churn
With that which he has
Set his whole heart on:
To take that unnatural/darkness and
Cover even night with it.
Yes, the man who
Face-fucked me with
His fist while wearing
Blue bib overalls has dreams.
In his dream,
We will all follow into
The righteousness that is
Invented in him.
And no one will ask
Him to turn his
Stereo down.

Sunday, August 02, 2009

Facebook: a new fucking gimmick for life (or, I haven't said the F-word in a while)

Well, it's not so new anymore...only to those who have not.

Moving on. I received a Pell grant for my "studies" in education--nice. However, it really means that I don't feel so bad if I drop the whole education career, letting my wife win the bread and honey for a while, with me being a stay-at-home dad and cool-as-shit motherfucker {good thing the latter needn't any qualifications other than what I give it--fuck you [I've been working on my self-esteem (I guess only a few of you will actually find out how that's going)]}.

"You want me?

Well, fucking then come and get me."

Monday, July 20, 2009


I don't know how many times I've posted that title, but I think of it almost every time I post. I just sold a bike with a tattoo in mind. Now I've got other things in there: Frances' birthday present, gift for my wife, donating it, or groceries (which then makes me think of what booze I would buy, since that's about all the groceries I shop for).
I've wanted this tattoo for a while (not the coy banana fish that some of you may well know from my earlier threats). I'm alone. I am alone along the shape of my body.
Post Script:
If you haven't heard about this, then give it a click (since that's about as much as we relate these days):

Sunday, July 05, 2009

as unpoetic but yet

I've been playing guitar with by brother Jimmy lately. He has been in such a situation that has brought his presence to our home much more often. It is good for my soul.
A tool box for a kick stand, cracked symbols and blood on the snare. If not spirit, then what then?

What then bitch?