I’m dead tired late ‘n I been bad before,but it’s been a long time. And I don’t ask anything of you. I won’t ask. The ache is clutchin’ at me,‘n I know you ain’t bushy tailed either. ‘n somewhere–you ‘n I’ve got this castle/kingdomidealic idle fantasy,where I am yours,‘n you mine.where them shadow slips …
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Untitled #120 (2015)
autumn colors between linesas great oaken boughs rustle in wayward wind. Jesus is giving that look,all that “not this again”.Moses keeps on driving,those mile marker chugs of wear old roads,tires grinding along asphalt,and damn can Dodge do the runnin’ right. Don’t, don’t look at the fading light.It’s not so bad if you don’t look,you don’t …
Untitled #112 (2015)
Sweet little baby,lovely little one, all the dragons are slain, the hearths are lit, the chests are bare, and the heroes off to seek their pay. It’s just you, me, and the evergreens, as they swing and sway. Sweet little baby,the story’s all been told.Only the forgotten are left and doomed …
Untitled #113 (2015)
I keep saying I want to love you, but really it’s just that I like having you around. And, I’d rather not see you go. that’s the best I …
Untitled #115 (2015)
Yeah,I’d like someone to hold me when those shadow shades come.I’d like someone to explain away the nightmares.I’d like someone who’ll understand. but I can’t give that back to anyone. ‘n it ain’t fair.it ain’t fair. so I ain’t promising anything.
Untitled #106 (2015)
Late last night, I launched a script called Depression Noise. In a sense it is a sequel to Parakeet Poet, in that it solves the same problem, how to dynamically generate poetry. Depression Noise currently outputs something like this:[[MORE]] promised . tried the if I . promised I’d sorry } / right , = sorry …
Untitled #107 (2015)
You know? I’m Just A L I T T L E B I .sihT L T L Tired of A …
Untitled #108 (2015)
The synthetic oil wasteGlitch_Spectrumwould like to cordially invite you to decompose. nothing against you, personally.we promise. well, as much as a refracted spectrum of light can promise.Which, honestly, doesn’t amount to much.But still. Still. still-static clouds thick with thunder,clinging to dread-ideals,mutter desperately under their breaths– tomorrow, tomorrow.‘n them love-lustin’ storm chasers,mutter some whiskey prayerwhile oaken …
Trust me, I’ve been love sick enough they gave me dramamine; you learn eventually. (2013)
Love ain’t the realm of absolutes,it ain’t a “forever ‘n ever”,so much as it’s a “as long as we work at it”. The key ain’t wrapped up in your sex life,It ain’t in the letters you write,It ain’t under dinner plates,It ain’t hidin’ in missed dates, Your love ended because someone, somewhere, gave up on …
Twain: Tenses (2014)
It’s been a long– hundred-packs or more, passion stuck embraces, pass-that-take-that-shoot-that-give-that-gotta-gotta-have-that, deep-sigh-song, ‘n it’s another, another dawn.It’s been a long, long time. There are no fingers as good as yours,no moans as marrow deep,no skin as home. And it ain’t bitter,been too long for that,just wonder at …
