Empty words and fading evenings
The places we find
Found and foundering and foundries
Sound sundries sever sounding
Subdued sunsets and lounges
Coast to coast to coast
Everything downhill
Everything solar-powered and wind-powered
Chimes and jetties and jetsam
Same same same
Simpers
July 16, 2018
June 20, 2018
I WANT TO BE HOOOOOOOME
I was born on a naval airbase in Falmouth, MA on the cape. My dad was a Marine. You always are a Marine when you’re a Marine until you’ve passed than then you were a Marine.
That’s like 56 miles from here, but I’m not home.
I lived on South Weymouth Naval Airbase, also on Mass, from 2 to like 5 — I’m too tired to Google whether that base is closed or not. I saw Close Encounters and Star Wars there. My mom got this cool turkey trophy for bowling a turkey in her league. A kid bit me in the eye and got held back from kindergarten — I pushed him off the top of the jungle gym when he bit me. The Blizzard of 76 was amazing. I went under a moving car riding on a skateboard on my belly. My mom’s friend gave me my first drag of a cigarette. I survived both of these.
Then we were in East Bridgewater until I was 11 or 12. I had some good friends there — and actually stayed with one of them for the summer past when we moved to Virginia.
I lived in Sterling, VA until I went to college. High school was high school and I spent a lot of time going between crowds, avoiding violence and trying to get with the ladies. Moderate success on all fronts. I wrestled in high school and developed this big thick neck in the process that would atrophy over four years of college.
I’m too worn out today to see all this through, but suffice to say Home is a weird and complicated thing for me.
After 15 years, maybe Baltimore is the first hometown I’ve ever felt. Maybe not.
See you soon.
That’s like 56 miles from here, but I’m not home.
I lived on South Weymouth Naval Airbase, also on Mass, from 2 to like 5 — I’m too tired to Google whether that base is closed or not. I saw Close Encounters and Star Wars there. My mom got this cool turkey trophy for bowling a turkey in her league. A kid bit me in the eye and got held back from kindergarten — I pushed him off the top of the jungle gym when he bit me. The Blizzard of 76 was amazing. I went under a moving car riding on a skateboard on my belly. My mom’s friend gave me my first drag of a cigarette. I survived both of these.
Then we were in East Bridgewater until I was 11 or 12. I had some good friends there — and actually stayed with one of them for the summer past when we moved to Virginia.
I lived in Sterling, VA until I went to college. High school was high school and I spent a lot of time going between crowds, avoiding violence and trying to get with the ladies. Moderate success on all fronts. I wrestled in high school and developed this big thick neck in the process that would atrophy over four years of college.
I’m too worn out today to see all this through, but suffice to say Home is a weird and complicated thing for me.
After 15 years, maybe Baltimore is the first hometown I’ve ever felt. Maybe not.
See you soon.
Location:Dartmouth St,Boston,United States
June 19, 2018
The Murmur Indoors
Like dust and corners
A draft, your skin, the people that came after
Softly treading prior-trampled undergrowth
The silent work of sheep in pasture
The path stars etch into the sky
Everywhere, eyelids
A draft, your skin, the people that came after
Softly treading prior-trampled undergrowth
The silent work of sheep in pasture
The path stars etch into the sky
Everywhere, eyelids
June 5, 2018
June 2, 2018
Thirteen Is on the Way to Twelve
Colors change from time to place
Falling asleep is just something you gotta do
Lichen to ferns to trees to grass both like and unlike the way Spring becomes Summer
Like unlike dislike dormant
We place are heads so many places, damn
All the things you hide until some day it just doesn’t matter
All the things in plain sight and all the planes and more
You feel time slipping away, but that’s a trick
You are here. You are here. You are here
Falling asleep is just something you gotta do
Lichen to ferns to trees to grass both like and unlike the way Spring becomes Summer
Like unlike dislike dormant
We place are heads so many places, damn
All the things you hide until some day it just doesn’t matter
All the things in plain sight and all the planes and more
You feel time slipping away, but that’s a trick
You are here. You are here. You are here
Location:W 36th St,Baltimore,United States
May 30, 2018
You Can’t Always Get 75% of What You Want
Wombats on Otter Day
And Squirrel Appreciation Day a distant memory that’s getting distanter and distanter like snowy sidewalks and icicles on overhangs
That hats you wear and the days you pass
If you want to be a knight you gotta get used to being a subject a good long while
Roads come in all shapes and sizes
More people wonder more things about neutron stars that you would’a thought
But as we’ve noted, the theme of 2018 is 2018
And the penalties will ever be inconsistent
And Squirrel Appreciation Day a distant memory that’s getting distanter and distanter like snowy sidewalks and icicles on overhangs
That hats you wear and the days you pass
If you want to be a knight you gotta get used to being a subject a good long while
Roads come in all shapes and sizes
More people wonder more things about neutron stars that you would’a thought
But as we’ve noted, the theme of 2018 is 2018
And the penalties will ever be inconsistent
May 24, 2018
Darker Matter
Dark matter darker
Mad matters, matted, material
Everything comes apart
Everything wants the middle
Wants the tired
Wants the unburdened
Everything everything
On empty
Mad matters, matted, material
Everything comes apart
Everything wants the middle
Wants the tired
Wants the unburdened
Everything everything
On empty
May 14, 2018
May 10, 2018
Let It Be
Far, far cry, far away cry
Into the corner, the distance, the dwelled in
Desertion deserving no one
Know how nothing nothing now
Again before begat beginnings
The head of a pin, the last pin, leverage
Bread rises, everything rises, everything
How grass becomes straw
How a forest becomes a meadow
How mountains are born
How answers become questions
Into the corner, the distance, the dwelled in
Desertion deserving no one
Know how nothing nothing now
Again before begat beginnings
The head of a pin, the last pin, leverage
Bread rises, everything rises, everything
How grass becomes straw
How a forest becomes a meadow
How mountains are born
How answers become questions
Location:Siden Dr,Hanover,United States
April 18, 2018
Under
Under over again again
Somewhere someone’s gonna hang themselves up on a lip and lose their board
Somewhere someone’s gonna wind a clock that much too much
And the places where that camera shutter sound on cellphones is mandated by law
They surveil the surveillance
They milk the cows
They come up with words for different clouds and colors and sunsets
Somewhere someone’s reading a book or making a drink or making a drink and reading a book
All the things versatile
All the things that this way come
All the days and the nights
All the pains staked
Somewhere someone is hunched over a screen
Somewhere someone is learning
Somewhere someone is disappearing
Somewhere someone’s gonna hang themselves up on a lip and lose their board
Somewhere someone’s gonna wind a clock that much too much
And the places where that camera shutter sound on cellphones is mandated by law
They surveil the surveillance
They milk the cows
They come up with words for different clouds and colors and sunsets
Somewhere someone’s reading a book or making a drink or making a drink and reading a book
All the things versatile
All the things that this way come
All the days and the nights
All the pains staked
Somewhere someone is hunched over a screen
Somewhere someone is learning
Somewhere someone is disappearing
April 17, 2018
Back Back Back Back
This isn’t the day when all the things are coming
As opposed to this news piece that was playing back some wicked mudslides out in California
But like mud, like clouds on a cloudy day, like soup
When your friends throw you in the back of the boat
Half the phases of all the moons
And so the threads fray so so you go
More salads for more meals
It goes around whether you like it or not
Let it
As opposed to this news piece that was playing back some wicked mudslides out in California
But like mud, like clouds on a cloudy day, like soup
When your friends throw you in the back of the boat
Half the phases of all the moons
And so the threads fray so so you go
More salads for more meals
It goes around whether you like it or not
Let it
April 12, 2018
Find
Find your thing
Vascillate, regulate, respirate
Muscular or not
Macular, vascular, vellum
Skin skin skin
Several that sound several that safe
Pieces of wood, wingnuts
Ditches on the sides of roads
All of Canada, the whole goddamn’d thing
The things that bring us together before the thing that tear us apart
Years, altitude, levity
Languishing, longitude, leverage
Everything translated
Everything mediated
Everything present when the present just doesn’t exist the way it used to
Speed, degree, volume
Vacillate again and better
The sun’s down and we’re making the most of it
Vascillate, regulate, respirate
Muscular or not
Macular, vascular, vellum
Skin skin skin
Several that sound several that safe
Pieces of wood, wingnuts
Ditches on the sides of roads
All of Canada, the whole goddamn’d thing
The things that bring us together before the thing that tear us apart
Years, altitude, levity
Languishing, longitude, leverage
Everything translated
Everything mediated
Everything present when the present just doesn’t exist the way it used to
Speed, degree, volume
Vacillate again and better
The sun’s down and we’re making the most of it
Location:10th St,Bowie,United States
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