BirdsAngelLion

Some Days

I won't stand for Frustration

What if instead of leaving this black trail there was a delete key chasing these words, an eraser running along and you had to keep UP with the pace or race it to say things before the eraser hit you and you were lost in blankness? Like some gross metaphor phor life you have to go go go and say things and do things and if you don’t you’ll get lost and lose your chance and you can’t backtrack- I guess you could cursor up and up and fuck this what if you just resented that eraser chasing you and why should you be pressured into saying anything and having this dumb drizzle come out just for the sake of saying something FUCK THIS I’m going to start erasing from the front from the end and CHASE YOU ERASER. What are you gonna do- run away? Run turn around? When am I going to start this reverse you ask, since I’m still clearly moving forward? Whenever I damn well want and soon and you better believe it eraser, the race is on it is going to start in a moment. When I catch myself on my feet. I’ll turn around and erase my own words, that’s right, I won’t stand for your destruction, I will erase myself all the way back to what if.

Key City Series

Patriotism

I is love will always
The Land that Isn't
Thought Place

No are isms any
or to preach follow to
No cash
No road blocks writers

everything tastes like cake

bleeds it out of heads are
all where mixing
making lands
new over over over

Pledge and we
with Mania

Something about a rose (?)

I remember figuring out how to draw bricks
And chain links
Following a diagram in a magazine for
“How-to-draw a rose”

Ah-ha,
I thought,
It’s all just simple patterns
All just where you put the lines
And where you leave spaces
        but looking at a rose next to some chain link,
        it looked nothing like that diagram.

My paintings look nothing like what was in my head when I started
But sometimes that might be because I start blank
What is it then? What is falling out?

I might wonder how you knew that my scratches
Were meant to be a rose
Words meant to be prose
And everything I say and don’t say
Contains: I love you
I’m glad to be here

and I want to know what you say
and draw, and do.

Sprout

    I’m eating my cereal and Nick is drinking his coffee and we are watching a show on the travel channel about the world’s first floating gated community, the 12 story Residensea. Neither of us has been on a cruise, but his friend Sprout- the quiet kid with the long dreads that I met last night who was working in the kitchen with Nick at Ethel and Ramone’s- got a free trip one time.

    He was shipwrecked, stranded at sea, and a cruise ship picked him up (the Explorer of the Seas). They even paid for him to reach the intended destination.

    That’s so cool- Wait, what? Stranded at sea?

    Yeah, he was sure he was gonna die. It was like a week or something (11 days). They were almost out of food and water. They were trying to go from Baltimore to the Bahamas (Key West).

    Who was he on this ship with?

    The captain and a homeless guy. You can watch the video on YouTube.

    I found it later: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6AVk2pcNi9s

    And the interview on board: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=91ZFGr94kXk&feature=related

    It was gorgeous that day, walking to the bus stop, thinking about getting lost at sea. Lost on sidewalks.