A mute shout into the open

The dreams are better

This is just a place holder
Until I can run the edge of my nail across your back
Or whisper incoherently; carrying out our own conversations
For when the irregularities in your breath replace assonance
When you get lost in the details of your day
And I find you there

When the only music I need is the raised tone of your questioning voice When the quest ends and there’s no need for choice

How beautiful to be a tree
So elegant and stationary
Roots for miles
That soak up eons
Limbs plenty
To hang and swing on

What I’d give to be a tree
Immobile yet perfectly free

Rampant overgrowth subsumes
Bits of tattered binary - ancient relics
Forms etched in water trickling
Fountains formed by eons
Masterful stroke of the hand
In less than finite everywhere
All semblances unwritten
Swirling vision
Memories unexperienced
I am timeless I am timeless

I can’t reveal to you
You must come in

Let go of everything
Do what you know you have to
Don’t fool yourself

You will die

mighty ache


I have a mighty ache
for your tongue and fingers
to weave me and wreck me
for the quiet of the day
to disappear
into a screaming night

I blew on a jalapeño because it was hot…

"So many people live within unhappy circumstances and yet will not take the initiative to change their situation because they are conditioned to a life of security, conformity, and conservatism, all of which may appear to give one peace of mind, but in reality nothing is more dangerous to the adventurous spirit within a man than a secure future. The very basic core of a man’s living spirit is his passion for adventure. The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun."

Jon Krakauer, Into the Wild (via quotes-shape-us)

Electrostatic neural bliss
Synaptic cliff suicide
Sine wave mood reflects moon
Tangent thoughts decay asymptotically
Fucking blurry

I read an article today
A few articles of confession

Positive thoughts will help you sleep
Will stop this nervous system from consuming itself
Will result in less traffic violations
Will unite entire nations

Let me rest

a world in a drop
a word for the scotch
scotch taped my broken teeth and lent them;
said he was a friend, said he wanted to make amends.

three days later - 3 am - not a word or a call
cacophony of sound won’t leave me alone,
the cackle the cables the crackles;
endless hassle it seems.

banish hence these abject lowly dreams
and blind gaze in her eyes


Maurice Maeterlinck, The Treasure of the Humble

Withering decaying cynical mess
Ashtray child
Can’t breathe unassisted
The will to live is gone
Giggling towards release date
Nothing worth doing
Worth seeing or trying
Ineloquent blathering
I’m dying
No aim or purpose or context
In and out
Lull to lull
It hasn’t ended
Only deepened
No love no
No hate no
No desire no
No qualms no
No container no
The descent into this
Decent as it may be
Shouting at nobody
Staring at nothing
Whitewashed walls
Cinder blocks and sun light
Crippled to the bone
I’ll regret it all
I’ll regret it all
I’ll regret it all
I’ll regret it all
I’ll regret it all
I’ll regret it all
I have the capacity to leave this
Yet I don’t
I’ll suffer the vulture
I’ll regret it all
I will