i hate
walking through the woods
and seeing your footprints
knowing
that i missed you
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Friday, November 28, 2008
BESTIARY OF LOST LOVES PT. 1
the gradual end of nature

when one studies the history of ecology
one comes to the conclusion that progressively
we see less and less of what was once seen
of the wild
each generation sees fewer birds than the last
hears fewer songs in the forest
sees fewer flowers
hears fewer less intense song
and buzz and insect din
each generation is ignorant of the intensity
experienced by the last one
so that the smallest victories
feel monumental
yet they cannot know what once was
because they have no way to
they havent asked
and so each generation lowers their expectations
unknowingly
of what life in the wild might be
the intensity of song
and color and profusion
it is only by reading the naturalist
experience
of the past
that they could come to know
but the great sadness of such knowledge
keeps us from even trying
to know how the sound of and
eastern forest at dawn
would have deafened you
and the flocks of birds
would have blackened the sky
to make you tremble
..........
i wonder
if men love now as they did
in such lost times?
would it destroy you to know
such a loss
so much that you could not bear to live?
has love
over time become less
beautiful and intense?
am i even capable now...
is all of this now artifice?
as in the past is was
perhaps vast and natural and
the expanse of it would have made you tremble
just to be in its vicinity?
is the love i feel
the love i have poured onto boys
the love i sponge from bucket on your skin...
a paltry pitiable thing?
compared to antediluvian rights
of love
the love men felt for each other
then?
am i capable of that
as they were?
..........
if you knew what we had lost
would you be able to keep going?
..........

flocks of passenger pigeons once spread as far as one could see when they passed. they were quite possibly the most numerous vertebrate land animal on the planet. now, there are none, because of us.
once the flocks of millions had reached a critically low point, the females stopped brooding their eggs. you see, they needed enormous colonies to reproduce and feel safe from predators. once they had reached the low number, they stopped breeding in the wild, and that was the end. we had simply killed to many of them, and they gave up.
..........
JOY DIVISION - Transmission
..........
Friday, November 14, 2008
IT'S NOT MY CUP OF TEA
you said
careful, tea is a delicate affair
one must be subtle
and gentle
and oh so careful
with the administration
of a cup of tea
oh no!, said i
you do not understand
tea
as i do
leave the stuff in the
steaming water
know the heat
and bitter flavor
of the tea
know that there is pain
and discomfort of the senses
in tea
that can be pleasure.
know tea
know it for everything that it is
in complete
feel everything that tea
can give
this
is how one should enjoy
a cup of tea
he nodded politely
he didnt invite me over for tea
again
fucking cunt
careful, tea is a delicate affair
one must be subtle
and gentle
and oh so careful
with the administration
of a cup of tea
oh no!, said i
you do not understand
tea
as i do
leave the stuff in the
steaming water
know the heat
and bitter flavor
of the tea
know that there is pain
and discomfort of the senses
in tea
that can be pleasure.
know tea
know it for everything that it is
in complete
feel everything that tea
can give
this
is how one should enjoy
a cup of tea
he nodded politely
he didnt invite me over for tea
again
fucking cunt
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Monday, November 10, 2008
so um...did some one say? oh yeah ok. crushing gravity or something.
it all had
you that is
you had
had a crushing gravity to you
its all cliche anyways
i took everything i wanted to say
and
am not supposed to
and
wrote it on 64 pieces of paper
no it was 20
but
and burned them all
immediately after
deflating
god this feels empty right after
burned
how many
words is this going to take
and not really capture it?
hey
um
yeah
fuck art basically
i'm not supposed to say
so
this is what i can do
this
you that is
you had
had a crushing gravity to you
its all cliche anyways
i took everything i wanted to say
and
am not supposed to
and
wrote it on 64 pieces of paper
no it was 20
but
and burned them all
immediately after
deflating
god this feels empty right after
burned
how many
words is this going to take
and not really capture it?
hey
um
yeah
fuck art basically
i'm not supposed to say
so
this is what i can do
this
Friday, November 7, 2008
some things
for which poetry are inadequate
your eyes
the sound of my father crying when i told him that my mother had died
lust, real unrequitable lust
first orgasms
the way the wet earth smelled that day
that day
the shade under a certain tree in a certain heat
your voice when..
grapes
your eyes
the sound of my father crying when i told him that my mother had died
lust, real unrequitable lust
first orgasms
the way the wet earth smelled that day
that day
the shade under a certain tree in a certain heat
your voice when..
grapes
Monday, November 3, 2008
MY HALLOWEEN COSTUMES THIS YEAR
Saturday, November 1, 2008
God's Mistakes pt. 1 - Tree Kangaroos
Yes, I meant that ironically. Did you even know there was such a thing as a Tree Kangaroo? Well there is, and they live in the northern tropical forests of Australia and on some of the islands of the Australasian Archipelago (places like Papua New Guinea). Our friends are a little ungainly.in the trees. If I were to show you one out of habitat, you might not be able to figure that this was an arboreal animal. However, despite our judgment of their grace, they are well adapted enough to make a life in the trees. This is one of those cases of an animal not ideally adapted to its niche (it could have better legs and feet and tail for a life in the trees), but making what it has work for the life it has come to. Clumsy and awkward and utterly adorable; they have come to manners and habits that get through their homes well enough to survive. This is one of the animals that often enters the debates about evolution, because... come on, if you were to design an animal for tree life, you'd have done a better job.
This one is for my friends that view themselves as broken people... people made incorrectly... people who don't really work (as if missing a few requisite parts). You are not broken clocks, my friends. You are Tree Kangaroos... forced to live a life in the trees with your hopping feet that no longer can manage the ground. Maybe people can't change, but they can figure a way to live in the trees with the parts they have.
You know who you are, and I love you all. xxx
GOODFELLOW'S TREE KANGAROO (Dendrolagus goodfellowi)





BENNETT'S TREE KANGAROO (Dendrolagus bennettianus)


LUMHOLTZ'S TREE KANGAROO (Dendrolagus lumholtzi)



GRIZZLED TREE KANGAROO (Dendrolagus inustus)

TENKILE or SCOTT'S TREE KANGAROO (Dendrolagus scottae)
Critically Endangered


DINGISO (Dendrolagus mbaiso)
Recently discovered by Western Science

MATSCHIE'S TREE KANGAROO (Dendrolagus matschiei)




This one is for my friends that view themselves as broken people... people made incorrectly... people who don't really work (as if missing a few requisite parts). You are not broken clocks, my friends. You are Tree Kangaroos... forced to live a life in the trees with your hopping feet that no longer can manage the ground. Maybe people can't change, but they can figure a way to live in the trees with the parts they have.
You know who you are, and I love you all. xxx
GOODFELLOW'S TREE KANGAROO (Dendrolagus goodfellowi)





BENNETT'S TREE KANGAROO (Dendrolagus bennettianus)


LUMHOLTZ'S TREE KANGAROO (Dendrolagus lumholtzi)



GRIZZLED TREE KANGAROO (Dendrolagus inustus)

TENKILE or SCOTT'S TREE KANGAROO (Dendrolagus scottae)
Critically Endangered


DINGISO (Dendrolagus mbaiso)
Recently discovered by Western Science

MATSCHIE'S TREE KANGAROO (Dendrolagus matschiei)




Tuesday, October 28, 2008
a fruit for the crows to pluck
no matter how hard
you fuck me
it'll never
be
enough
................................
you fuck me
it'll never
be
enough
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