pocket change proletariat: random pieces of matter
Friday, October 28, 2005
10/20- life at ten miles per hour: the sickening smell of diesel fuel, nicotine and frying oil.
10/21- clearance whore: this worn machine once had blood, pumping dreams and loyalty. the operator, a vampire. a machine now left lifeless...fatter bundles hold his appeal.
10/22- love song for the deaf, part 1: the chambers of this heart, scarred and tender, knew love and pain as one.
10/25- robotic emotion response: (are you real?) a series of wires, circuitry, zeros and ones. arms short, straining to poke holes in ethernet, siphoning morning's pink-orange-yellow refractions.. to put a delicate hand upon your sleeping flesh [thought incomplete]
10/26- love song for the deaf, part 2: it all happens in the blink of an eye. every day living is another day dying. time won't wait for you or i.
10/28- two words: broken fate.
...and when the stars burn out, all we'll have are satellites to guide us
locked away,
or so you'd legistlate.
my free will is arson,
is murder...
a brick
through the window of society
just because it's there,
just because i can.
chaos:
frightening for you,
entertainment for me.
long live anarchy's dance...
it's song?
whatever tends to offend
the self-imposed righteous.
these pipes are snakes
Friday, October 21, 2005
those who desire rapture
always racing faster
to trip,
disconnecting nature's wires...
reprogram to their bidding.
a prophecy written.
the ink stained digits--
ancient politician,
not deity.
circular chain of instruction...
fulfilling feeding frenzy,
eating the legs they stand on.
destiny, a buoyant capsule--
choose to float on a sea of thoughts independent,
or choose to sink
with the rules of the powers that be.
this broken place
Wednesday, October 19, 2005
looking up at people
looking down on you...
view from a basement floor window
on a busy street,
i have found the things that you hide...
around your ankles,
attached to strings
they are tied.
the bridge to armageddon's chorus
Thursday, October 13, 2005
a fraglie piece,
a feeling.
caught in a seam,
between floor and furniture.
in effort i felt...
reaching.
heavy handed,
years have passed,
thickening skin...
counted like rings
on the neck of a tree.
cumbersome...
careless.
piece retreating,
ghostly will of objects inanimate
defeating those living.
[maybe it wasn't worth saving after all.]
are we burning or sinking?
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
i am drunk from last night's slumber,
unable to evade the world's iridescence.
stumbling...
clumsy.
unready for the tradgedy that is daily life.
haze burning off to remember clarity's face,
though even dreams confine
the destiny i wish to pave.
was it best to navigate jagged waters?
it appears the ship is still sinking.
your feelings lie in ink,
inside the pages of an old book...
they are shattered into dust--
scattered.
dropped from a distance,
honest.
[i know this to be true... or do i?]
ornamental torment
Thursday, October 06, 2005
i am a ghost,
haunting the bowels of buildings.
i remember the look of chugging smokestacks,
brick turned billowing black,
the moaning whistle of a distant train...
forever my eulogy.
watching you--
restless sleep on borrowed time,
eternities of failure,
thick as fire.
lies (to myself) and consequences
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
journal entry 0117:
the road to my good fortune was paved in blood.***end entry***
cordon off the exits,
and bathe the streets in burning gasoline...
(bury the rest in an earthquake)
no proof,
no love,
no memory--
will be allowed to leave here alive.
it is a crudely fashioned revenge rebellion,
the toy soldier lynch mob waited impatiently to be wound
and were happy to carry out the task...
the cross-pollination produced perfect, pure killers.
melted glass,
smoking cinders,
piles of burning memories.
i sat satisfied,
perched
on my stone helm,
knowing well that i have met my last breath.
[...and god called in sick that day.]
