I went for a friend's kid

you don't realize you have sensory issues until you

are surrounded by flashing lights, shrilling babies,

obnoxious MC's going Woohoo abruptly into the mic sporadically,

an excess of primary colours and zillions of strangers' kids.

chatter chatter feels like swirling in an avalanche

of sounds, this slowly lulls me to sleep, surprisingly

This place is hella cheesy but god the kids eat it up along

with their cookies, cheap baked pizza, and sugar-death cake

The chairs are far too close together. Excuse, me please.

I am not large. But this corporate body is, this enterprise, you Cheesy Chuckster, you.

Rush Rush get this through, we got back-to-back another

party to do.

If I were to work here I'd age so quickly. Bags beneath

my eyes. Liking having 15 children of your own. I

wouldn't survive.

cardboard flatbread

and on the menu tonight is cardboard

smells like a wet dog

if you season it up enough you can't tell your dinner has been slightly going out of date the past few weeks.

peppered those week-and-a-half-old tomatoes and steamed that wilted kale

veggie burger on cardboard flatbread

lotsa mustard

with a not so fresh purple onion

tastes great actually, you wouldn't even notice with all the ingredients together plus a bit of salt and tons of pepper

YUMBLR #4

i have a new tumblr

statuses.

http://n-e-onsense.tumblr.com/

]]

i can't read you

but i want to.

*******

don't forget yr bag of

cheese cloth and marmalade jam

made by your uncle

2010

///

get outta my newsfeed

get outta my lane

get off my lawn

get outta my face

lingerie party

The hushed mostly church girls softly spoke on matters principle to topic, chiefly (upcoming marriage, honeymoon)except you know everyone was thinking about the big S word, sex.

whether virginal or not so, it was the subject, the thing, the thought lingering within minds imaginative, picturing themselves with another, how that would look, how awkward this bride to 3 weeks be would hurt since she didn't even wear super tampons. wtf we all were like. talking of the gynecologist. she modeled her corset which looked the sluttiest thing I've ever seen on such a 'pure' girl, barely over twenty. so 'godly', such natural beauty from within. she was hesitant to appear before her lingerie party, merely her wedding cast, closest girlfriends, adopted? foster? sister/ mother and then there was me- uninvited but came with a friend anyway who had been. I didn't bring a present, I ate the cake, I drank 3 cups of the pineapple punch, listened and participated in slicing the thick air of questionry, dull personas, shy speakers, and a quiet bride.

I asked, so how many kids do you want to have? where do you want to live, where will you live?

Pushing away good riddance to the 'they're gonna do it' idea/ mental scene which had plagued my mind for ten full minutes. She answered polietly, pleased to move (away) from such private subjects.

________

I told her to shut it, that she was acting like our

dad, but to her, our dad was our 'father'

and not even that, he was a stranger. the

kind of stranger you do not want to meet.

she shut it. then, she ceased to be a

bitch. that's all it took, just say something

about our stranger father and the subject

changes.

whoa

punk mc-cute my zipper keeps coming

undone I'd like to play piano you know

but you motherfuckers smoke indoors

y're on yr cruise, sick rich

I am on a ship I am passing mtns

the ones with snow caps, the ones wearing those

The sun jumped over the mtn down to

horizon haus, the place it disappears

and conceals itself under a single

horizontal line

this ship feels mammoth but when you

look up you realize the size of yr

surroundings

buncha brothers talkin' bowt blank

can't decifer, engine trouble, something Davis

sea bucket hat, tooth pick, glasses

"tie yr britches son"

"he was interrogatin' her, but she was interrogatin' you"

the sun grins on sailboats, tug boats,

the boats returning the glare, reflection

you want to know whats in my mind, No

you don't

punk mcCutie, wolf sweatshirt, black skinnys

teal shoes, lime laces, porcelain earrings

hightop

urban outfitters

fucking hipster, hipster

I want you rat tail cutie

How boys learn about flowers

from forms of poetry course, take a title (somebody else made up) and write a poem

"How boys learn about flowers"

[Boy speaking -> May 1930]

She pushed me into the daisies

we got grass & dirt

on our shirts

I remember vividly our rendezvous

I remember her

yellow bloom(ers)

June 13 hawt sprangz w.Aut & Jeremy

The Arkansas Summer

no AC in this toyota, that's just the way it is

the way it was back before modern

amenities, grannie remembers, it ain't

that bad, it's all you know and well,

you get used to it, it's normal, wind blown

hair is alright. esp. if you have short

hair like me. I don't give a shit.

55 North (observations on a road trip to Cape Girardeau, MO )

55 North

soy fields

rusted barns barbed wire fences

old rotting trees, concrete tower

lavender highway flowers

dotted line tall sky cumulous clouds

powerline

Popular Bluff exit Chicago

2 miles

Dexter Exit something B

city limit Sikeston

there's a new king in town

now entering Scott county hoo-rah

hoopla

Miner water tower/source

30 miles to destination

Cape Girardeau, MO

wedding plans - who's the man?

Thank you come again

from my yellow journal,unedited

Seattle, your air is crisp and cool

city streets

hella hipsters

grannie touristy feeding the pigeons

we are obviously not locals

I may be in my grey tone-monochrome

sequin shirt, my horizontal striped sweater

Speciality's Cafe, tasty delights

cutey hipster jesus across the way

SASSOON Union & 5th St 9:34 am

waiting to open

tones of fixies, everyone wears a helmet

no bones about it

reminds me of europe June 24, 60s in the

morning 70s in the day

me & the white rabbit are going places

leaving the South

suffocating, suffocation by bible belt

there are no fat turds here

lemme meet a washington boy, plz.

names

my favorite names as of 2008-2009ish

a draft i have saved on my phone since then and updated some here and there last updated in july this yr

nikolaus 'niko'

nikolai

kingston

nadia

mae

eleanor

kit

kaspian

azure

bierk

aspen

marieclaire

fletcher

beau

xavier

olivia

loren

leif

pippin

adrien

issak

otto

misto

sullivan 'sully'

xiu

eliot

epiphany

mid day tr(ah)ffic

gliding down harkrider

.morelike,, harkFRIGHT!er

street

my saturn's carrying me swiftly along

tonstartssbandht's playing high roller

i'm getting lost in this sound,

increase speed &

!L !I !F !T o!F!F

my mind leaves for>> ecSTATI(City)

f (4) i (3) v (2) e (1) seconds &i'm suddenly stunned

i realize i just drove straight through a stoplight

completely oblivious in somekindadaze

it got loud

and i left momentarily

to be edited/to not

sub rosa

bourgeoisie tip toeing

in the know(Sing)

castles of courtesans

tossing petals and posies

flaxen locks

unruly heathen[s(In)]

silk skivvies

way(Down)ward drool

Lest(er) the jester japes

skylarking, that fool

his highness

with a goblet

spilled wine

on his gauntlet

his armour, a bit loose

and shamelessly undone

your sovereign chest VS. her forbidden breasts

make this move, but beware- she may capture your kingdom

your Lilliputian (K)nights couldn't stand a chance

she'd have them cornered, those fellows, confused

in your tower so tall made of brick and cobblestone walls

you left your scent, an essence emerging from

the candle flickering in her mind

through (P)ages she awaits you

she'll

DRAG, YOU

DRAG, YOU -a -c -r -o -s -s

DRAG, YOU

DRAG, YOU

d

o

w

n

DRAG, YOU

DRAG, YOU __________o_______ f ____ f

to be continued

my innate senses must just be freakishly good

passing fellow conwegians on the walking trail i get powerful unpleasant whiffs of perfumes and hairspray and freshly washed clothes, as if they had been soaked in soap and let dry

who the hell wears perfume to go running? or hair spray? i guess that lady i just passed does. more like all fifteen of them (not together) do. individuals. i encountered their smell trail

when i'm running i'd rather just take in all that is the outside air, the fall leaves and dirt and sweat and spit

not detergenty odors and fresh scents

i felt like gagging for a handful of seconds, and then it goes away until another flowery artificial aroma sneaks in my nostrils

after jogging a mile and cooling off, i set out to start another mile back east toward my block

on my way back i see 3 people i saw two days before

i try to make an effort to smile at people i pass, that's just me. i don't know what it is. i just love people. all kinds of people. well, not all of them. some people disregard me and look at the ground instead, but most of them just nod or smile back. i encountered a little girl swerving back and forth on a bicycle without training wheels, her father was swerving right along with her trying to keep her going straight on the path , she was all over the place. i was about to my 2 mile point as i passed them going the opposite direction and said 'you can do it!' her dad, 'we've come a long way...' (i thought the same thing in subject to myself) she just grinned in her pink helmet and steady pedaled on

re-issue(5)

(5) Rad. (1 Apr 2008).

_______________________

"Rad"

air dense with body heat

punk kids swaying bodies

tapping oxfords, hightops

to the evergoing beat.

moving,

grooving,

reciprocate the energy.

push, keep others steady

in the friendly mosh pit, feel

the bass, your heart thump

volume so resonant, it's tangible

-Danceworthy.

re-issue(4)

(4) Supper= Bagel, tuna, cheese, apple, carrot, grape juice.

I must taste this air. I am opening my window. The one without the screen. Hopefully nothing crazy will fly in like last time. A big curious bumblebee who realized my room contains no living pollen population and buzzed back out. I bet one can hear Beirut on the sidewalk, fading into the atmosphere.




Can that 'you' be me? Please?

Tuesday, June 3, 2008 at 3:24pm

re-issue(3)

(3) untitled

stormy weather
my favorite.
tornado possibilities
passing over,
windy streaks
forming molecules,
pretensious trees
owning poses
screaming wildly.

07 may 2007

re-issue(2)

(2) ike-ish

once every hour you could hear the trees snapping like firewood cracking in the stove. like sticks bending til two pieces remain. like abrupt banging popping firecrackers
What's that sound!?
The breeze picks up, My blinds breathe in and out of my windows, inhale, exhale. The rodent creature in the cage hurriedly hides in her only courner, dark, underneath her 2nd level. It isn't storming anymore, just windy. Still the air bellows, squeezing through seals of doors, swoosh, squish, bloooooow. Kelly green debris, leaves branches twigs flow down the sidewalk as a jagged stream spinning whirling every which way until the tropical weather effects finally decide to settle.









//14 September, 2008 Sunday AM

re-issue(1)

going to paste recently discovered old notes for the next few posts.

(1)

t l g t t q t

my ex lover returned last
night post
valentine-tine
post
post script oh
ami spécial secret superbe
usual
routine nothing
i-n-b-e-t-w-e-e-n
new roads same
direction

16 febr 2009

so,

i get really stoked about life sometimes

and these times i can't sleep sometimes

these times leave me dreaming

without dreaming, really,

still awake you know,

not asleep, but

i'm still drea

-ming. d-r-

e-a-m-i-

n-g.

so it's september apparently

but i haven't changed my

calendar, i might now

since it's the 6th.

six days on aug-

ust when it's

really sept-

ember you

wouldn't

know

unl

ess

you

were

me i don't

quite keep track

of days like most people

i just kind of drift through

drift through like a zephyr doing its thing

drift though like a stranger on the street

when autumn's air decides to breathe in

after the indian summer's all choked out

i root

i trunk

i tree

i branch

i leaf

i sprout

to be edited /to not

3:55 am