Category: poetry

always only almost



i never jump
but sometimes
wonder as to be



/ squeezed between wheel and rail /
/ liquified into sidewalk cracks /
/ betrayed by the softness of water at terminal velocity /



a final taste of blood into quiet black
forever suspension
soul mixed into the city gutter



always only almost /
the city self-harm paradox:
selfish + public
too many other’s
commutes, too, interrupt



missed the train announcement again
headphones too loud
head too cloud
unprepared for changes
anyway
someday
now

[poetry] winter streams

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Yes, New York City. This time of years.

I can’t stay in my room that passes for rent.
Somehow I’m nothing without the trouble of garbage and the falling of heroes and the yelling of subways.
High lines and low times and fractured dreams and hated schemes.

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Ravens in flight point the way to survive
filters for a global consciousness.
End of days is always starting.
Youth is neverending tiger manifestos –
quotations further than the green line of manic depressions and headless
obsessions and the one thing that left
impressions on the digressions of assiduous treaties.…

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[words] since i heard the sun

04 july 2015

It’s been a long time since
I heard the sun
Call my name
It’s been a long time
since
I was supposed to
Find my way
Since
I felt needed
Slept through the night
Saw any form of
promised land

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Dreams take me high
And leave me lovely
(but) also falling
[terrified]
judged outside
turned inside
At the back door
On a front line

sky runs red
darkness visible
Blood runs red
empty streets

sunset brooklyn 092215b

It’s been a long time
since
I heard the sun
call my name
It’s been a long time
since
I could find
my way

you can still be a refugee
in a place you cannot escape
dissolve into a clandestino
with nowhere to go

backyard sunset 06252015a

Don’t fall silent now
You are not forgotten ones
Chasing rays
Crying for the sun
To fight the war inside

people now fear loneliness

empire (peaceful) state

people [now] fear loneliness
more than
they want truth,
[and]
more
than
they feel hell.

[then]
we,
in a place beyond time.
in the company of love,
we live outside the li|n|es.

we,
who don’t fear dark,
you
[into]
me,

we know the moon
skies full of chariots,
unafraid, [again,]
we taunt the sun when it fakes.
[and again]
we could turn this world
towards love
if it would only listen.

writing seeing

writing without photographs,
evolution’s parallel selection
to writing with
photographic memories,
:
the dotted lines between
:
imagination,
the sole (soul) hideout
halfway safe house
for
picturing
without pictures
:
// the fear of writing before seeing
// the legacy of our age
:
System.NullException
at “RECALL.[EVENT]”:
Function Memory() expects parameter
‘Pictures.External’ which was not supplied

I Could Not Record Today

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I could not record today.
My studio is not soundproof
enough for a city daytime.
Contractors hired by an aspirational
Brooklyn property developer
stamp rumblefooted underpinnings
for a cantilevered condo to be
four times the size of the
sixty year old
two family the developer
demolished a month ago.
The mufflebooms travel
into my rear office studio,
up through my mic stand,
from the sub strata.

On the front side of my apartment,
the back of a post office, across the street.…

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The Hinrinson (Disquiet0076-dreamsound)

More on this 76th Disquiet Junto project:
http://disquiet.com/2013/06/13/disquiet0076-dreamsound/

More details on the Disquiet Junto at:
http://soundcloud.com/groups/disquiet-junto

STORY:

I’m in Detroit. Or what I think is Detroit. Wandering around in the rain. I’m in town to play a show and I can’t sleep. Neon lights abandoned Main Street. Restaurants and artist studios nestled between broken glass windows and crumbling bricks. Harbinger or fossil? Hard to tell.

I pass a shaky-looking guy on the street.

“I’m looking for Hinrinson’s,” I say to him.…

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Adam Had This Idea

Adam had this idea after we bought
our guitars on the beach
to do a record called
Music From Dave’s Couch.
We would release it only on vinyl.
Maybe only press 14 copies.
Now, Adam had never seen my couch
when he suggested all this.
He just knew we could make
a perfect cult record
from a couch.

The line between cult
and not cult
(to me)
is always blurry.
People need a life system.
They want to feel plugged in but look tuned out.…

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Today I am Not Turning On The Radio


last night it was joe frank with Karma – Part 6.
if you want to make the cupcake from the song, just know that the cupcake is not the serving suggestion pictured on the Addavanilla package. the picture looks like a cupcake but it’s actually a fire-roasted scorpion with addavanilla frosting. The cupcake, though it’s no Sugar Sweet Sunshine, is amazing, but the scorpion dish, while tough to duplicate, is well worth wrestling with the Easy Bake for the protein alone.…

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Function Future

Function Future
USING GOLDEN ARCH TO PITCH TENT
Whole world is landfill
tunnelers
How all that’s left over will be
used…

Synthetic credit
SUB-ATOMIC SOUL
plutonium phone for a promotion
there were cost controls
It was gonna be the best year ever

MYSTERY IS AN INVENTION
(OF)
DISPOSABLE
I
LOVE
YOUS