All these words, a rush of air
All these hours and all these that which what
All the souls, look at the people
What what what’s up when
What what what whether you like it
What will will what will
Call upon your people
Friends, foils, fortresses
The festered pour forth
Five senses become six become seven
You become you become bigger
Once there wasn’t a moon, they say
Do you believe it?
Once there wasn’t time or space, and then there was
And we don’t have to agree how that came to be
So many intersections and overlaps and working togethers
So many getting ons and getting alongs and getting goings
The speed of light is what it is
But only in a vacuum
Who wants any of that
October 5, 2018
September 30, 2018
September 27, 2018
Cottoned Pressure
Packed tight a cotton pressure
Mouth pink mouth insulation
Tension calls a line
This this volume and container and contents
Continents call
Callous calls
Cats on a bed
Birds, et cetera
The river before the tea
The mystic and the mystic’s pants
Will be will be
Mouth pink mouth insulation
Tension calls a line
This this volume and container and contents
Continents call
Callous calls
Cats on a bed
Birds, et cetera
The river before the tea
The mystic and the mystic’s pants
Will be will be
September 24, 2018
You Can’t Play Them All
Like catch and release
Like Python is a language
Like all the boats and all the people
Like a pickup truck rigged with an awkward load
Like a housecat most times
What melts or breaks or banks or brands
And so
Like Python is a language
Like all the boats and all the people
Like a pickup truck rigged with an awkward load
Like a housecat most times
What melts or breaks or banks or brands
And so
Because the Night Belongs
Can an aging robot shake off rust?
Ashes walking backwards and the sunlight
What’s worth what weighs what’s wending while
The shadows descend on that childhood memory
All the holes filling up with all the water
Grind it to grout
Grieve
Eat better and again
Eat better
Ashes walking backwards and the sunlight
What’s worth what weighs what’s wending while
The shadows descend on that childhood memory
All the holes filling up with all the water
Grind it to grout
Grieve
Eat better and again
Eat better
August 23, 2018
Where Do All Our Summer Jams Go When Summer Is Gone
It felt like September out there today
Don’t get me wrong
September is my favorite month
Don’t get me wrong
September is my favorite month
August 6, 2018
July 16, 2018
I’m a Fool for Your
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
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
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.
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