(july 18) grassy bank, under the wires, reverb of bulldozer and bumblebee. i step ankles and toes into the waters, a river rushing rushing icy melted glaciers passing this side of the divide turning northward a thousand miles into the far away pacific. i go losing balance and slipping beneath under drifting frozen and motionless purple tongued and ( Read more... )

a hole punctured in the bottom small hand of the yukon switch and the tea at midnight with the sun not quite setting and sleep not quite setting-in. the crisscross dragonflys smash hit sputtering across windshields in a dazzle and thikening of dark burgundy spray. i pumped the water this morning with hood and balling up as misquitos failed and ( Read more... )

boxes, books dust. folding untacking. deconstruct. two weeks ago a mouse appeared for a single day crossing 4am morning wall corners and then disapearing after my desk was littered with traps, two days ago a dead bat appeared laid on the front red stained cement walk (ants). it lay wings half spread.. a sleeping half collapsed burr of a ball.. in ( Read more... )

the cuckold and the nostalgiaist met the stoic and the social scientist for a game of post-colonial Risk.

!Si Se Puede!

melted into 22nd Ave. with my clanking right brake snapped. and if i don't stop squinting with my right eye in concentration i'm certain something bad is gonna happen to my brain -its gonna sog over under the final burden of the nights (without daylight) information maelstrom. and its gonna be permanent i think as i squint my way into the sunny ( Read more... )

"Evidence of battle carnage in North China: the Commander of the 29th Guomindang army was killed in this bullet-ridden car. Note the dead horse under the car."

i need drugs.

wired into a wooden chair with a pile of books to read (to read). and wc.w on the basket on the toilet who says: "A cool of books will sometimes lead the mind to libraries of a hot afternoon, if books can be found cool to the sense to lead the mind away. For there is a ghost of a wind in all books echoing(echoing) the life there, a high wind that ( Read more... )

woke in the sleepdark.. the curtains and slow blue lightness.. hands and kick blankets, i thought of running towards trains and traffic to ocean, in the sleepdark. i drove till i was fishing plumbing in a railroady plumbing yard with the wrong pipes and driving driving to a leather belt and two speakers which didn't play as i drove until i was at a ( Read more... )