Mike Hauser
Badger Mascot
Port Sandusky Restaurant
Mineola Diner
Stephanie Katona
Rattlesnake Island
self portrait
This Book Will Save Your Life
Markley's
Unabomber's Shack
Nuevo Leon
Paramount Studios
Duane Thorpe
Pelee Island Sunset
fresh strawberry donuts
Infinity Donuts
screw head
plate-o-food
synonyms for "said"
"your name here"
Las Vegas panorama
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Saturday, July 11, 2009
(untitled)
Mike Hauser
a hat
Paramount water tower
Bagaceira
a bird
the hole in Buffalo Street
Anita O'Day
pink donut
Secret of the Caves
The Blue Hole
self-portrait with pink fish
the moon and two planets
a hat
Paramount water tower
Bagaceira
a bird
the hole in Buffalo Street
Anita O'Day
pink donut
Secret of the Caves
The Blue Hole
self-portrait with pink fish
the moon and two planets
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Monday, May 18, 2009
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Saturday, August 9, 2008
Monday, May 12, 2008
To The End Of The Line
Spent the morning at the Delancey farm, helping out with chores like painting some recently repaired fence. Got out of milking, however! Left with a dozen of the freshest eggs you can imagine.
Once over the river, the land spread out on the long island like a terrible, endless job. Looked for someone named Marcy. There was no one by that name.
Is Hewes another spelling for Hughes? Or is it related to hewn, like hewn stone, which is what this city is built on. That, and—like the Tower of Babel—a mountain of the piled bones of the bright-eyed and optimistic.
They say the neon lights are bright on Broadway. They say there's always magic in the air. They say the women treat you fine on Broadway... wait... that's a different Broadway.
Central nervous system time zone casting library park America.
Knickerbocker
Myrtle
Seneca
Forest
Fresh Pond
Paradise
El Dorado
Heaven
Nirvana
Sloppy Joe's
Once over the river, the land spread out on the long island like a terrible, endless job. Looked for someone named Marcy. There was no one by that name.
Is Hewes another spelling for Hughes? Or is it related to hewn, like hewn stone, which is what this city is built on. That, and—like the Tower of Babel—a mountain of the piled bones of the bright-eyed and optimistic.
They say the neon lights are bright on Broadway. They say there's always magic in the air. They say the women treat you fine on Broadway... wait... that's a different Broadway.
Central nervous system time zone casting library park America.
Knickerbocker
Myrtle
Seneca
Forest
Fresh Pond
Paradise
El Dorado
Heaven
Nirvana
Sloppy Joe's
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Jealous Of My Own Shadow
Joined with
each other for
all time we’re
lovers completely
out of bounds and
under the radar top
secret.
Open doors and you’re afraid you’ll
find new lovers where
my heart used to connect to
yours.
Oh, I know
we don’t really own anything and we
never possess anything at all.
Silently in the back of my mind
her memory is
alive as if it were here, but I’m
dead now because it’s all
over and it
will never come back.
each other for
all time we’re
lovers completely
out of bounds and
under the radar top
secret.
Open doors and you’re afraid you’ll
find new lovers where
my heart used to connect to
yours.
Oh, I know
we don’t really own anything and we
never possess anything at all.
Silently in the back of my mind
her memory is
alive as if it were here, but I’m
dead now because it’s all
over and it
will never come back.
Friday, February 29, 2008
Bad Letter
(I was hurried)
I sent a bad (I chose pretentious stationary)
letter, and even (I didn’t connect my thoughts) though
it’s rare to get a letter (I only wrote about me)
at all these days, is it possible
(I was boring) that a bad letter
is worse (I was depressing)
than no letter at all?
(I apologized in advance)
I sent a bad (I chose pretentious stationary)
letter, and even (I didn’t connect my thoughts) though
it’s rare to get a letter (I only wrote about me)
at all these days, is it possible
(I was boring) that a bad letter
is worse (I was depressing)
than no letter at all?
(I apologized in advance)
Thursday, June 7, 2007
The Ballad of Day by Day
The ballad of the blessed “I owe you”
played out caustically at the Ghost Drum Apartments
in the glum evening while the cat’s paw
inadvertently grazed any passersby within reach.
The day’s advanced hue
agreed with the skipper of the rink oiler
sewn together with the day’s ballad
that oath I was harassed by: “I owe you.”
Paw dashed off the ballad as he and Hydra swayed
harassed by obsessive seeds they owed the thugs
shouting acceptance of them on sight.
Paw adds chaff day by day
bashfully afraid to withdraw from deal hunger.
He agreed to the eye gift
as the Arctic Fleet team aptly raged a heating party
they ate their way west as thirty yodel herds
heated the western air to a flaw ballad he had ha-ha-ha-ed.
The oath I harassed to owe now acts as fetus, okay?
Aptly, the weal hue agreed with rink oiler
sewn together west on the airboat I harassed you with
the ballad of apt paw dashed away and wreaked
in agreement with the rink oiler.
The western airway gaggled the oily few into a yawn ballad
then harassed owed thong to accept suck on the dashboard.
We agreed with the rink thief
about how the west air had hewn the airflow
the ballad harassed now acute and dumb with paw prints
on the dashboard far away from the “k” tool.
I agreed to the jail oath “thou rink is oily”
played out caustically as west air aptly raged
the ballad of obsessive day by day
the skipper agreed that life is oily.
played out caustically at the Ghost Drum Apartments
in the glum evening while the cat’s paw
inadvertently grazed any passersby within reach.
The day’s advanced hue
agreed with the skipper of the rink oiler
sewn together with the day’s ballad
that oath I was harassed by: “I owe you.”
Paw dashed off the ballad as he and Hydra swayed
harassed by obsessive seeds they owed the thugs
shouting acceptance of them on sight.
Paw adds chaff day by day
bashfully afraid to withdraw from deal hunger.
He agreed to the eye gift
as the Arctic Fleet team aptly raged a heating party
they ate their way west as thirty yodel herds
heated the western air to a flaw ballad he had ha-ha-ha-ed.
The oath I harassed to owe now acts as fetus, okay?
Aptly, the weal hue agreed with rink oiler
sewn together west on the airboat I harassed you with
the ballad of apt paw dashed away and wreaked
in agreement with the rink oiler.
The western airway gaggled the oily few into a yawn ballad
then harassed owed thong to accept suck on the dashboard.
We agreed with the rink thief
about how the west air had hewn the airflow
the ballad harassed now acute and dumb with paw prints
on the dashboard far away from the “k” tool.
I agreed to the jail oath “thou rink is oily”
played out caustically as west air aptly raged
the ballad of obsessive day by day
the skipper agreed that life is oily.
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Easter Sunday
Tom ato Ketch up
Pour able Mus tard
Supe rior Cof fee
No More Hot Cho colate
Fru it Ju ice
Lem on ade
Cran berry Ju ice
Or ange Ju ice
Ora nge Ju ice
Supe rior
War ning
War mer
7
Om ega
Ap pet iz ers & Sal ads
Tha nk You.
Pour able Mus tard
Supe rior Cof fee
No More Hot Cho colate
Fru it Ju ice
Lem on ade
Cran berry Ju ice
Or ange Ju ice
Ora nge Ju ice
Supe rior
War ning
War mer
7
Om ega
Ap pet iz ers & Sal ads
Tha nk You.
Tuesday, April 3, 2007
Carnelian
The only thing that is remembered is
redness in the dark. The slaughter at
the drive-in serves customers whose
appetites hold the spiritual accountable.
Room for dessert and an assortment
of insensitive variations
of a loving manner.
The starlight swims in the milky lake.
You can see its depth, but you can’t see
into it. Anxious and worldly, the fleshy
chromatically tuned bells obtain a
meandering course, cutting rather than
tearing, tearing rather than cutting.
A removal of merrymaking, a removal
of meat.
Time is opposed to eternity. It leans
over to one side in a headlong manner
an organized program of exhibitionist
travesty to illustrate the effect of grief
on the variable color of human flesh.
From pale to the grayish yellow
of tooth decay.
The effort to avoid omissions gives
emotional support to the irresponsible
in the face of the sphinx. The unread
books are quickly spent. Warm weather
means trouble. There is no longer life
on Mars.
redness in the dark. The slaughter at
the drive-in serves customers whose
appetites hold the spiritual accountable.
Room for dessert and an assortment
of insensitive variations
of a loving manner.
The starlight swims in the milky lake.
You can see its depth, but you can’t see
into it. Anxious and worldly, the fleshy
chromatically tuned bells obtain a
meandering course, cutting rather than
tearing, tearing rather than cutting.
A removal of merrymaking, a removal
of meat.
Time is opposed to eternity. It leans
over to one side in a headlong manner
an organized program of exhibitionist
travesty to illustrate the effect of grief
on the variable color of human flesh.
From pale to the grayish yellow
of tooth decay.
The effort to avoid omissions gives
emotional support to the irresponsible
in the face of the sphinx. The unread
books are quickly spent. Warm weather
means trouble. There is no longer life
on Mars.
Saturday, March 24, 2007
(untitled)
I am forever waiting
behind four or five oranges
each with its own place to go
rolling along in the twilight.
behind four or five oranges
each with its own place to go
rolling along in the twilight.
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