slog2live

2011-09-05T19:52:00.002-05:00

Choosing a response

2011-09-03T13:45:00.001-05:00

Reading 8th Habit, thanks to a friend from Australia who recommended it.

2011-08-24T21:57:00.003-05:00

what have we become

what we have become

what become have we

what become we have

what we become have

what have become we

have what we become

have become what we

und so weiter

Fixation

2011-01-16T06:30:00.000-06:00

I like to fix things

somewhere about 18 inches

in front of my eyes

Subcategories

2011-01-14T07:12:00.001-06:00

The Lord is my shepherd,

want not therefore shall I

want

not

I suppose craving falls under want

somewhere

Give it up, man

2011-01-12T18:14:00.004-06:00

The first step is admission

that there is even something

to admit

From there, it's basically painful.

Think about this carefully:

wanting to be wanted;

wanting to be known; and

wanting to avoid looking foolish.

All hardwired in.

Wanting to be read,

to be heard,

to be seen, even.

Sitting alone

should be simpler

than this

somewhere

2011-01-12T07:08:00.003-06:00

If I call your name

will you answer

or figure that it's not worth the pain

The look in a young child's eyes

when they thought

you were friends forever

Trees bend in the wind

and sometimes break

every day

the sun comes up

somewhere

A gentle flame

2011-01-10T22:48:00.004-06:00

The Truth has some ways to hurt

unlooked for

He gives, He takes away

So cruel it seems at times

to set us free

by dragging into the open

and no chance really to explain

or put in a word for beauty

500 meters high

at a sudden burst

of anger unlooked for

the creatures stagger, wounded

calamity, collisions

hope unwound

and left away

It's not right, you know.

A gentle flame burns

quietly in the night

not that way, again

Morning Rush

2011-01-10T07:09:00.001-06:00

lemonsqueezehotoatmealteapushupsshaveshowerinternetironashirtbrushteethdressedandoutthedoor

Limited Edition

2011-01-08T11:06:00.004-06:00

Waking, dreamlands beckon return

from some ten thousand divisions of a week

but open ears, the inside

of my mouth

and pillow-turn of head

signal another limited edition day

loves and losses,

regrets

all stored away

Return

2009-11-07T06:19:00.002-06:00

On a day like this
we hiked, boot and pack
minds blown clear

I look down the trail
where you were
a moment ago

Older Posts

2009-01-03T07:26:00.000-06:00

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2008-12-24T20:30:00.003-06:00

Tunes pumping away
magnetic electricity
Louis Armstrong says
"It's cold outside"

Cold and Wet

2008-11-08T09:30:00.004-06:00

cold wet wood
skyward heel thrust
unseen push

Paneful

2008-08-15T20:40:00.004-05:00

Thoughts
in the rain
by the window

Summer Rest

2008-06-27T05:59:00.002-05:00

Yesterday I learned of radiosphere
the edge of our earliest broadcasts
moving from galaxy to galaxy

Summer to summer
one needs more signal,
less noise

Local Treasure

2008-05-23T17:44:00.002-05:00

sedimentary impediments
clog these mental artways
when simple words or few
do hang upon the choirs
that once rang far and wee

It's not nice to cheat though
even if it means whistling
at the dark to find how far
the shadow cave echoes travel
and dancing alone, or nearly

yet the weekend comes
with its baked pizza
and promise of another try
as I learn again the names
and meanings of local treasure

Orange Moonlight

2008-05-18T20:46:00.009-05:00

The poetic push has come to shove
not writing because of love
which I suppose makes it less
worth reading

I'm sure they saw the orange moon
those ancient poets, new ones too
rising full in eastern evenings
like tonight

I would walk to where you are
long through the night
past barking dogs
and lone passing cars

I would

Sensible Garbage Cans

2008-04-02T20:28:00.005-05:00

They wait silently, that quiet pair by the door
one for the recycle path, one for the rest
A or B, and their secret cousin down the hall
everything in its place, on its way at day's end.

Just the place for mixed refusals
of the day. No shame in leaving them
there, unknown, unheard from -
just take them away, thanks.

As a child, the dump was most fascinating,
a huge pit; back up the car close to the edge,
toss in the bags, the boxes - the odd fridge -
for imaginary roaming creatures.

Now, of course, it's more real
with knowledge of those who live there,
making their way through piles
searching for life from a can.

Reload

2008-03-07T07:08:00.002-06:00

Reload

You can, you know

Yesterday's partly hit targets
have had a good rest
while you tossed a bit

Saw you there
by early morning streetlight

Reload

Polish the metal
and sight along straight
take care in aiming

and don't forget
to breathe

Squiddles

2008-02-23T22:51:00.003-06:00

And in it goes, you know -
all the knowledge. At least
for this week. And then next
week it will be something other
and the other will be there, some-
where...showing up in the odd dream.

I love poems, most of them anyway.

We had a dying tree, it's gone now
a group of guys with one chain saw
cut it all up and their branch-eater
took what they didn't leave. Only
trunk segments left, hauled on a sled
I moved them all out of sight for now.

The men went away, a bit underpaid, I thought.

The squirrels have noticed, I'm sure
and possibly some of the birds.
I guess it does leave room for the moon
she has been getting plenty of attention
blushing even. It's still cold here.
The sky stays quite clear at night.

And only yesterday, my dad was pushing his snowblower.

It's been quite a while here.

Feels good

Up for Air

2008-02-09T01:14:00.000-06:00

Could I lift this orange
peel off that peel package
and segmentally munch it away

yes, and of course I think of you
with that left over longing
wonder again what happened

the peeling's gone
we know it's not on
and I would have shared some

Places

2008-01-13T07:21:00.000-06:00

What's hiding back there
protected by neural networks
disused tracks

Marbelous

2008-01-03T07:42:00.000-06:00

Staring across years and seasons
words, notes, thoughts, deeds
statue statements and marbelous minds

Sloglandia

2008-01-01T20:24:00.000-06:00

One a day, good for the soul
said with a smile, and all the while
groaning at the mess
left from last year

A day at a time
because otherwise
it's a bit much to look at

Now, now...
face towards the sun
open eyes slowly
and breathe

Seasonal Writing Disorder

2007-12-08T14:12:00.000-06:00

poetry on the back burner
for a few months or so

some can't help writing
and some can't write (sometimes)

well...

maybe it's just being lazy
or the light isn't right

I'll work on it
but meanwhile
I'm staring at a picture
of Machu Picchu

Notes from the Corner, No. 28-30

2007-11-17T18:39:00.000-06:00

And when I think I will
but don't
the silence emphasizes
that this was never
what I wanted

ice cubed
aesthetic
wandering lonely
like a clown
half dressed

in the end
the love you take
was all yours anyway
although you had me
wondering

jumbled keys

2007-11-03T23:17:00.000-05:00

A small pile of keys
next to my keyboard

sometimes it's all one has to show
for a week's work

I show it to you now
after a night of reading
about syd barrett
and listening to miles of music

if all of this has a purpose
it's, well, hidden

in the end
it's just a small pile of keys

Hallow Day

2007-10-31T17:46:00.000-05:00

Night eyes with batted lids
carelessly flick recognition
ashlike, and then away

It's not time yet
not yet, even though
chill drifts across dry leaves

The muse has gone
to the drugstore
complaining of an ache

Null values

2007-10-30T07:11:00.000-05:00

In the table of life
some of the values are missing
which makes it interesting

What I Thought You Said

2007-10-15T22:25:00.000-05:00

Surprising
to hear from you
what had just passed
through my thoughts
if thoughts can be
said to pass
through
but
then
greatminds
think, uh, like...

I'd just add
that the cat
is trying very hard
to get the door open.

A Jar of Hope

2007-10-13T04:08:00.000-05:00

Permit me to rest a moment
Wheel-worn and oversocialized
seeking this site for sore eyes

How many glasses of water
can an empty life hold
shattered beyond belief

It was good, then
to find your name
today

Where Have All the Plowers Gone?

2007-10-10T23:31:00.000-05:00

I was young
among plowed fields
and trapped gophers

I wonder
who's catching them
now?

Riders on the Swarm

2007-10-07T21:17:00.000-05:00

Box elder bugs
don't mean harm
just need a place

they don't knock
they come right on in

any southern wall

will do

I See You (ICU)

2007-10-05T23:06:00.000-05:00

The ache
of seeing you wounded
and lying there

injured
helplessly dependent
surrounded by technological care

when better
is not getting worse
it's a long time

Repair list

2007-09-02T16:38:00.000-05:00

screen hole bug entry
antivirus reinstall
rock wall crumble cracks

Off

2007-08-26T22:53:00.000-05:00

Resting between lines
odd lift over left eye squint
uncertain tuning

Evening Scene

2007-08-05T20:35:00.000-05:00

Promise of permission
to ask and follow
stay with me awhile

It may storm
in the night
that's alright

Faded day
anchor here
among rose and blue

Wistful whisper
of wavelet rocking
the boat

The Bridge

2007-08-02T18:31:00.000-05:00

Dinner on the porch
text news to the young:
bridge just collapsed

Soon, and again
calls from anywhere
"Are you OK?"

Been across so many times
like so many others
some every day

She missed it by minutes
we heard today
another OK

We cannot know
how hard not to hear
that simple word.

Resonance

2007-07-22T08:03:00.000-05:00

Delocalized ambition
chaotic numberless trail
and pathway diffusion

all at the speed of light

much is granted, untaken
blind to velocity
and seeming ferocity

figmentary science
piled in publications
rarely shown, rarely known

stabilized notion
of stateless motion
paradox ocean

I'll stop by
next time
here at x, y, z

Melange Orange

2007-07-05T05:22:00.000-05:00

In a gray world morning
few impressions
but out this window
the melange orange

Somehow Cezanne
or Debussy
embraced an essence
of desires to be known

Beyond words
or image
the language of melange
orange

Strangers in the Niche

2007-07-02T03:15:00.000-05:00

In a web that never sleeps
lights-out land of servers
who run, and crawl about
or listlessly lie in wait

Now I lay me down to sleep
or dream of unseen niches
where strangers bide, or bid,
or rest alone together

Vaguery

2007-06-25T06:40:00.000-05:00

Hope lived here, once
you can still see where it grew
drafts of empty drama blow there now

Not knowing what to say, or when
and overdone
the unclear message echoes away

Illusion of day and night
turning towards, and back again
and hanging on in endless silence

Still Moving

2007-06-14T06:51:00.000-05:00

High, high wind blows
no one knows where
in motion, I remember you

Cookie Measurement

2007-06-01T23:01:00.000-05:00

Cookie 1, cookie 2, cookie 3...
milkwash, guilty glance
and fortitude to not take 4.

Dental Effort

2007-05-31T20:02:00.000-05:00

On the second dish of ice cream
I contemplate the meaning of focus
as it fades in a sugar haze
while my child agonizes
over metal bands on her teeth
and pre-final study overload

(to the comfortable couch for recovery)

I write
and birdsong filters in
green leaves shade a sunset view
if I could take her pain
I would

Knowing When, to Duck

2007-05-30T18:54:00.000-05:00

Wooden duck on the porch
knows nothing of rain, or
cares of daily life
stands silently
with watchful look
beside the clock

years pass, unnoticed
until at final quack
of somebody or other
out it goes
unwatching eyes
draw one last bead

Forehead to Hand

2007-05-29T20:48:00.000-05:00

The pressure of writing something
half way decent and worth
a few pixels on the screen
So many really, really good writers

The time is maybe better spent
reading
or
listening to the rain

Born That Way

2007-05-15T19:28:00.000-05:00

Yes, in fact it is
my birthday
and there are cards
and a book or two
one about cheering up
another has good quotes,
like "Wagner's music is
better than it sounds."
Or this one by Mick Jagger:
"It's alright letting yourself go
as long as you can let yourself back."

Jagger and Wagner...

Monday Notes

2007-05-14T06:58:00.000-05:00

What will it be today?
This Monday downbeat
in the rhythm of a week

Traffic, birds, heat of day
calls and emails across
a newly flattened world

Caffeine ever the engine
we take our places
and let 'er rip

Time to Eat

2007-05-13T07:31:00.000-05:00

There is something
unmagical
about this moment

Tired, a bit sore
knowledge of the unfinished list
the unsorted mail

A key heart ingredient
got left out of the diet
you aren't what you didn't eat

Zipperology

2007-05-06T20:28:00.000-05:00

Keeping it together
interdigit fidget
over lost talons

Slider glides
over polyester coils
unseen

brilliant marriage
of form, function, and
endless simplicity

Up

2007-05-05T22:35:00.000-05:00

Can I reach
holding out for somebody
but all need to go

And me
quiet by the door
thoughts unspoken

By the millions
each one knows
which way is up

Sky Watching

2007-04-18T23:21:00.000-05:00

Amid gray hair and confused looks
nothing on the path is quite the same
but the sky remains silent

My friend has a day clock
enough to know what day it is
sometimes it's all one needs

It's already tomorrow someplace
and sky can hold the light of day
lightly, then let it go again

Perhaps the sky is subdivided
for the development of new markets
in cloud production and such

Ideally, PV=nRT, but
there are limits and loss of equilibrium
not to mention the question of who's watching

Leaster

2007-04-08T06:51:00.000-05:00

In these early ragged moments
I searched for something
that rhymes with Easter

Asked my son -
"Nothing," he said,
"unless 'feaster' is a word'"

I suppose it is
if someone uses it
(he's off to the dictionary)

Now east - plenty there -
beast, feast, least, ceased
(well, if you squint)

Perhaps it is an unusual day
moves around a lot
('feaster' wasn't there)

There was something about
"the least of these" -
maybe some are leaster

Gone Fission

2007-03-31T17:44:00.000-05:00

Sign on the door
hat for the rain
time to split

Tackle what lies
under uncertain surface
Can of worms

Float a long, distracted line
yet attentive
poised to strike if struck

Such high impact
making light of matter
a new, clear distraction

What is lightning, and thunder
surely we know
but still voice-like

Silently strung along
another trip
over

Sorry

2007-03-29T16:59:00.000-05:00

How to tune to the key of something flat
or sharp, or even natural;
when next follows last so jointless
that natural functions cease

to find time for either sit or stand
and rush on in no balanced way
spiraling further off course
with yet another change

The long slow notes of steeple bells
send rhythm to the soul

to measure long a life
that passes much like wind
playing its short tune
in no particular key.

Dishonesty

2007-03-25T15:43:00.000-05:00

What is claimed is:

1. A face, comprising:

_____a first surface, having articulated features,
_____and further having a plurality of openings; and

_____a second, hidden, surface, having unarticulated
_____thoughts, reasons and feelings; and

_____a filter, said filter disposed between said
_____first and second surfaces.

2. The face of claim 1, wherein the filter is comprised
_____of carefully woven half-truths.

3. The face of claim 1, wherein the filter is comprised
_____of half-forgotten memories.

4. The face of claim 1, wherein the filter is comprised
_____of chemically-induced haze.

5. The face of any of claims 1-4 wherein said
_____first and second surfaces each bear an image,
_____each said image being a patently false
_____representation of the other.

The Thought That Counts

2007-03-15T07:07:00.000-05:00

><><><><><><><><><

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\

There is no time

Like the present

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

HHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

HHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

2007

2007-03-09T20:30:00.000-06:00

3 x 3 x 223 = 2007
3 + 3 + 2 + 2 + 3
20 - 07

idle moments
lost for words
fiddling with numbers

$_ =~ /yours/;
@_ = ('ours');
%hash = { it => out };

Friday evening
lights on
lights out

Silent Blue

2007-03-04T18:29:00.000-06:00

words unsaid
silent blue

Snow Particular Place

2007-03-03T10:44:00.000-06:00

To go, to stay
or simply melt away;
Come rest awhile beside me

Roofless room
snow civilized
where once the flames burned high

Then turn inside
where visions hide
for yet another view

Alone again,
I slowly stare
Beyond snowplace, for you

Timing

2007-03-01T22:28:00.000-06:00

The too-long pause
awkward by definition
and waiting without purpose

Lord, give my mind
the strength to love
when I'd as soon turn away

There, there...

get some rest now
tomorrow will wait
while you turn again

Not the Best Time to Write

2007-02-27T21:53:00.000-06:00

and yet anyway i do and what is worse you read it i'm sorry some are waiting to be disappointed or that's how it seems maybe they are simply pre-disappointed and just need a target i don't know but somehow i'd rather have gone to play at the open-mic session tonight except now it's late and that's it.

Another Way

2007-02-25T06:47:00.000-06:00

In Physics, as in other areas
there is often more than one way

In Dreams, antigravity hardly surprises
while skyborne over high power lines

And talking along the etherway
alone among so many millions

(But not really)

Tea of Life

2007-02-23T19:00:00.000-06:00

There it is, over there
on the shelf - 'Tea of Life.'
And to my right, a slow bug.

No matter that the snows are coming
to shut up the highways, or down, I suppose
Me, and the bug, and the Tea of Life.

My magazine speaks of ribosomes,
and ribbons of rna, the highways of life
bug-free for now, except this one on the wall.

A quiet symphony of molecular motion
moving at the speed of light, or life
and the bug moves silently out of view

Open Key Night

2007-02-10T17:54:00.000-06:00

The howling siren sets my dog to howling along,
outside, until the fade of one and the other
lets familiar domestic sounds return to focus

The small whoosh of gas stove lighting
scrape of an ancient kitchen drawer
and onion skin being removed, and rechopitulation

A hot sizzling crescendo and more definitive chops,
the 'ting' of the cutting blade, and rinsing of same
A brief bark, desirous to be on the other side of the door

A full grown child will not be home for supper
and with good bye enters an outside world of laughter
while canine toenails click into a distant room

Now pour, and stir, and general conclatteration -
the familiar aromas synaesthetically evoke a vision
of home long ago, and Beethoven, then the news...

"Good night, Chet." "Good night, David."
And years beyond, and years to come
and thoughts unthought, and words, hard or soft, unspoken

I was just passing by, and the keyboard was open
which is as good a reason as any, I suppose;
this moment with you, though later, I treasure now

Nose Above Water

2007-02-08T05:25:00.000-06:00

In the crash-sound of Waikiki
each molecule clings to another
never asking why or wherefore

O great globular droplet
poised among fiery star engines
floating in frozen space-night

The Pull of each apart
for hidden purpose or unknown
bringing sense of this and other

And yet we must speak
of loves and rice cakes
and keeping airways mostly dry

Moment by Moment

2007-01-20T13:39:00.000-06:00

Of all that could be done
here, now, or otherwise
and bumping one moment

to the next, the flash
lives before my eyes
unwrapped, together

Ends loosely floating
time breeze blowing
and other 'ings' inging...

Moment by moment,
and even so, I still
miss the voice

Mousetrap Car

2007-01-17T04:14:00.000-06:00

By ambient dining light

the physics project

rests complete

I treasure the time spent

thinking, trying, despairing,

and ultimately

resting in the knowledge

of a car complete

with matching helmet

watermelon, watermelon...

mouthing the words, mid-winter

and gazing at the inward parts

Junk Drawer

2007-01-13T11:36:00.000-06:00

If any of my student children
asks about entropy
we go to the junk drawer

I don't need to say much

Today, I'm taking a short break
to write, while the table absorbs
ambient chaos from said drawer

Right- (and left-) handed scissors
3 sets of small screwdrivers
various batteries (are they any good?)

You understand

It's so comforting
to know that this disorder
can easily be slid away

Causality Casualty

2006-12-31T12:27:00.000-06:00

This way
I know

Things that are made
are often unmade
or remade new

Today, as I read
of particles, and waves
(until the room spins)

I look to capture life
even here, in the case
of a basket gone gray

(or grey)
gris
(I like gris most)

It wasn't always
like this

Uncaught Melody

2006-12-30T11:21:00.000-06:00

Among the disorganized clutter
of words and half-thoughts
He picks a path to the stage

The light is on
and edging to the microphone
clears his throat

"I have nothing to say,"
he says
"thank you."

The notes are all there
and the strings are tuned
this moment passes, and another

It's late, the room is empty
and there is time
to breathe again

Sporadic

2006-11-29T05:10:00.000-06:00

Life comes in waves

The child gets an assist in 'bye-bye'
and manages that marvelous
spontaneous smile

followed by a wondering look

Onto the bus
and a wave from the window
the mother looks to the sky

and morning, and evening

Out on the field
playing at fighting
glance to the sidelines

a special one watches, and waves

Sweep of seasons
reasons and rhymes
and calendar flutter

and wave roots travel unseen

across the stage
now dim, now bright
until all return home

(I'll write when I can)

A Few More Pounds

2006-11-21T19:37:00.000-06:00

This year of time
I felt midrange
In snowless cold
beyond the wires

A few more pounds
from here to there
the mirror doesn't lie
or glance away

Here there be wagons
of childhood red
and ice cream, and you
rest my mind

Come back
as ever
or now
new

A Pound of Flesh

2006-10-31T06:17:00.000-06:00

up on the roof
it's where I go
for a new view
of the ground
and many, many nails
to pound

a slight misalignment
of the hand
metal to metal becomes
metal to meat
and the wrong nail
gets pounded

oh, my fiddle
can wait awhile
and I strum
different chords
such swollen color
with a dish of ice

midnight meditations
throbbing thoughts
and tender touch -
missing medications
a pound of flesh
the nail gun next time

Sloglandia

2006-10-20T07:25:00.000-05:00

The modus operandi
for daily life
is now a construction zone

Re-routing, detournaments;
stop-and-go
and mostly slow

Bumplification warnings
mergerology realignment
and cell waves flit unseen

Career shift
new levers, and
turns to learn

Little Warning

2006-10-15T19:31:00.000-05:00

And oh, I thought it would
be so easy and of course
it wasn't

but there is comfort
in the right direction
and promise

while children quickly
watch and grow

for all the world
run hardly fair
to hear most tell

a case of space provisions
not much good here
except to have and hold

in good times and in bad
in sickness and health
or until boredom sets in

some lines jump out
with little warning
and require the same

Take care of what
you've got
hmm?

Action, Missing in

2006-10-14T07:23:00.000-05:00

The spoon clinks
on the cereal bowl
teeth grind the meal

Gray dawn awakes
rosy tints survive
and I remember

to write

Screentime

2006-10-06T19:16:00.000-05:00

Some of my friends never come near
this side of the screen

Oh, they're on the planet
and I suppose by random chance
we might share a little of the air
(would like to tag some
and see where it goes)

but there they live
and this is how it is

watching each other's words
weighing the thoughts

crafting a few more
while we can

It's a peaceful evening
misty, with a full moon

Reach

2006-10-05T18:14:00.000-05:00

there aren't many promises
left in the box -
a few - but mostly
picked over already

go back a few generations -
before cars or so -
was it different?
how can we tell?

the squirrel climbs
unconcerned
flicking its tail
against the sunset

Completely out of words

2006-10-02T19:27:00.000-05:00

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shadybugs

2006-10-01T15:23:00.000-05:00

bugs on holiday

hanging out in the shade

along the lightshore

Lifetimes

2006-09-28T20:52:00.000-05:00

breath
delivers the fuel
of a lifetime

tomorrow, mañana, demain
how they whip by
rewriting forgotten lines

brief candles flicker
a nod to the great poets
and then out, and out

Eye-sore

2006-09-27T15:28:00.000-05:00

red-rimmed
tear-washed
mirror-gaze

this view
through glass -
slog on!

Bent

2006-09-24T20:57:00.000-05:00

How far to twist
stretch to new limit
knee lock

bent over backwards
stand on one leg
various letter shapes

someday
maybe I'll be able
to touch my toes

Nerdology

2006-09-21T05:20:00.000-05:00

Past the reel's end
film thwacks, light fades
and silence lasts a frozen moment

technology,
always and...
(mustn't steal words, that would be copying)

forever
endless slide
in stocking feet

The Banjo

2006-09-19T06:28:00.000-05:00

aged in case
gift from one
now gone

beautiful
collision
Mr. Crowder

It's not so much...

2006-09-18T21:02:00.000-05:00

It's not so much

that you forgot

that you vanished

between the lines

4:40

2006-09-17T22:25:00.000-05:00

a rooftop afternoon

city backdrop

time on my side

(thanks to Randy for the photo)

For the Record

2006-09-16T22:48:00.000-05:00

hanging about the studio

all day

for the record

(it is a recording studio out many miles from the city)

(the people were friendly)

(and a dog had an endless appetite for playing 'fetch')

But Wait, There's More!

2006-09-14T21:42:00.000-05:00

Avert eye, sing
half to the moon
beyond exception

twist right at the top
with lower left
helical bundle flexed

disconnection, broken
thoughts collect
moted drift dust

wept away
across mist notes,
broken strings

slog against the wind

2006-09-01T17:14:00.000-05:00

perceptions
can be tough winds
to walk against

when I have
something to say
I'll be here

meanwhile
like some kind of prophet
I'll be out in the wind

regression analysis

2006-08-24T06:31:00.000-05:00

new blog of the beta flavor: blum (based on one of my favorite first words).

Everyday Hero

2006-08-22T20:34:00.000-05:00

Tonight I tried
to get an old mac
configured for the web

It would have helped
someone
a lot, I think

It sits here now
quiet, disconnected
and green

I'll get it
eventually.
Meanwhile

my son is taping
a motorcycle phone
to my monitor

shoelaces, tripping on

2006-08-21T21:33:00.000-05:00

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need grounding
and gravity

every new band's dilemma

2006-08-20T16:39:00.000-05:00

the empty room
if they only knew
but perhaps they do
and yet

these times take things
that reach inside
more or less
distractions by the minute

try it again, this time
you take the solo
should we do it two times
or three?

these things take time
like an accident
waiting to happen
try it slower this time

Drive

2006-08-19T19:32:00.000-05:00

Drive

Someday,
it will all seem
so long ago

Syncopation

2006-08-18T00:00:00.000-05:00

Round midnight
a single cricket
out of time

A Really Big B

2006-08-15T20:45:00.000-05:00