Maybe 07

I saw jesus in all his bloody glory in your eyes
shining and shining, etc
in between all the truths of your lies
there is something
something sonorous
I like that word.
and the time when you said you were going to puke
so I pulled over
and you picked me a flower.
romance is the art of surprise

fat donut eating cops
they loiter in my mind
suckin up the welfare
on my city's dime
they're detailing construction sites
all around my heart
i guess it wasn't ever if
but rather when they'd start

SAL 2

steamship authority light 1

to erin love portland

homage to americanpicurebook

hayduke's dream

Was dreamin.
Half the night about tryin
to hook up a trailer, in your company.
I think we were
out in some east coast woods.
I couldn't quite get the truck and trailer to line up
and you wouldn't help
because you were wearing
some beautiful heirloom dress.
So i hollered 'So
why dont you take the darned thing off'
and that was the wrong thing to holler
because I've never seen
someone so furious in a dream.

jam

Read

Think Twice Lyrics

here.

regular

i went back to where we were
there was no trace of us
i wanted so to cry
but couldn't muster up the fuss
sometimes i wonder why
you never thought to call
sometimes of you and i
i wonder not at all

capitolhillbarbie

i can feel

I

Can’t

Feel

I can’t feel

I let the blue sky dance on me

In the grass so lazily

I

Can’t

Feel

I can’t feel

Water down my tensing spine

Underneath a leaning pine

I

Can’t

Feel

I can’t feel

The river running next to me

A fog so thick I barely see

I

Can’t

Feel

I can’t feel

Spider’s webs with spots of dew

They are all I ever knew

I

Can’t

Feel

I can’t feel

Swelling clouds hang fat above

Flowers sway and sing of love

I

Can’t

Feel

I can’t feel

Snapping twigs chip underfoot

All it took was just one look

I

Can’t

Feel

I can’t feel

walter west

bEE

rig kid

to you, love '06

Darlin you let my heart rest
You’re my best friend
I don’t have to defend my cynisism
When I’m with you
Or refrain from using my sleeve
When I don’t have a tissue
I’m only sad today
Because I miss you

newburyport graves

grave scapes

grave love

beaut

dear dylan,

i unapologetically jacked this picture from flotsam and curfuffle. i miss you.
this picture makes me miss you. i just wanted to make that clear, semi-publically.

i hope to see you someday soon.

love, love, some jokes, and more love.

some town in cali

untitled (car & guard rail)

untitled (moon & streetlight)

o war

i got lost in my car
when the song came on
i was lookin for twin donuts
but i only found one

my shoulders where swayin
just like the breeze
and jazz o jazz
the world was at ease

the only thing was
i thought he was singing meadow
but sure enough
the world is a ghetto



_____________________





logan riff

this plane may bring me
but it can't carry my heart
shit's too heavy
i'm going a la carte

whhaaaaatttt

fresh

freshh

new new

look look look

ps:

the subtext of someday is not a missed period. trust. i just wanted to make that clear. to you, or me. whoever, ya know.

i crushed the crab

i had in my beach bag

no legs left

just a head

(if it had one)

and the claws

as well

they were not lost

but crossly still

i discovered the news

i got those

ephemeral treasure

long daytime blues

winder

untitled (plates)

three hundred and thirteen dollars

for my mother and grandmother

for my sister

for elyse

for erin

for ashley

for julia

for dylan

for shannon

for sara-grace

for sarah b

o what the hell...

for erika too

toiletporn

.

fickle fickle

4/7/09

Dear Typewriter,

I’ve fallen in love with another.

See you on the flip side.

Yours truly,

Joanna

4/14/09

Dear Typewriter,

I was hasty in leaving you. It’s just that you were dragging ass and I needed something faster.

I took your simplicity for granted. And overlooked your understated charm.

I should have never left you.

Will you take me back?

Lost without you,

Joanna

cococontrol

i had to lock the chocolates out of the house. the problem remains that i know where they are. i jumped for joy like a fat kid getting a case of chocolates when jay ray gave me a case of chocolates. it was the best moment of my life. seven boxes, each filled with individually wrapped pieces of you know what. i gave a box to Gramma, brought one to my parents and sister, brought one to work, gave one to Auntie Barbara. they were all around me. i ate them. one by one, eight at a time, mechanically going back to the ever full box. haselnuss. vollmilch. nugat. knusperkeks. i even ate the ones i didn't like. four pounds and six pimples later i'm driving around at midnight trying to figure out who i else can give these chocolates to. i need the out of my life! they're ruining my life! it all seemed so perfect at the time. what could go wrong with 588 chocolates?

click it.

i dare you

cambridge

bike & bike rack

dear habitués

i must acknowledge / confess / apologize for my affinity for the "aged photo" filter in adobe lightroom. i bring photos in with the intention of doing only legal photographic adjustments (lighten/darken, contrast, switch to B&W (brian said that was ok)) but then aLL THE TIME i apply that filter. doubly, this tarnishes my image. i have told myself it is ok. will you tell me too? selling out is a slippery slope. i hope to regain my footing soon.

this is a good song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oVURkMTDr3E

you are a good person.

oh crud...and those borders too.

cross walk

harvard

feather

bike bird bridge

album drops in januober

miracle bubble

hill st.

room with a firepole....

homage to the ninja turtles

washington d.c.

room

light

snarkle

Always after we speak,

No matter how long it’s been

Talking with you is like

Putting my soul through the wash

(with Clorox, and it works.)

Brighter colors! It fits again.

And I love it, like new.

And you.

hi five

modern love

aback

to whom it may concern,

i thought of something the other morning and mourned it as long lost. then as magic does every so often delight it came out of no where. holy mackerel. i felt the virgin river running cold under foot, saw dark canyon walls closing in, my truck's window smashed, long stretches of nothingness only Nevada, of course, could bring, avacados and budweiser for breakfast, and all the laughing i almost went deaf. in the middle of my kitchen, in cambridge, i swear i could smell the sage...which reminded me a wise man once said "one should only ever hide for half of forever." nah jus kiddin, i just made that up.

garage stuff

paw

sararae

@ MFA

Love 20¢ The First Quarter Mile by Kenneth Fearing

All right. I may have lied to you and about you, and made a few pronouncements a bit too sweeping, perhaps, and possibly forgotten to tag the bases here or there, And damned your extravagence, and maligned your tastes, and libeled your relatives, and slandered a few of your friends, O.K., Nevertheless, come back. Come home. I will agree to forget the statements that you issued so copiously to the neighbors and the press, And you will forget that figment of your imagination, the blonde from Detroit; I will agree that your lady friend who lives above us is not crazy, bats, nutty as they come, but on the contrary rather bright, And you will concede that poor old Steinberg is neither a drunk, nor a swindler, but simply a guy, on the eccentric side, trying to get along. (Are you listening, you bitch, and have you got this straight?) Because I forgive you, yes, for everything. I forgive you for being beautiful and generous and wise, I forgive you, to put it simply, for being alive, and pardon you, in short, for being you. Because tonight you are in my hair and eyes, And every street light that our taxi passes shows me you again, still you, And because tonight all other nights are black, all other hours are cold and far away, and now, this minute, the stars are very near and bright Come back. We will have a celebration to end all celebrations. We will invite the undertaker who lives beneath us, and a couple of boys from the office, and some other friends. And Steinberg, who is off the wagon, and that insane woman who lives upstairs, and a few reporters, if anything should break.

mostly i avoid quoting my brother, for shear self preservation

"I don't argue with baby-boomers, as a general rule: instead, I blame them for Reagan and choose to ignore anything they say." s. a. breen

eight seventeen

eight seventeen pee em

three twenty one two thousand and ten

the limit of control plays

gary waits to pounce

brian waits to leave

me too

elyse will be left

we all love

love to come and go

and each other

we all want to stay forever

(i think)

i think about last night

and being so mad

i was happy

to go in

get warm

and have my heart return

(it stopped working)

(everyone saw)

i forgot:

eat before you're hungry

rest before you're tired

nothing

nothing was left

sorrily i undressed

charlie gettin franced up by a gator

brian will not be asked for anymore photo titles / zero gravity

i woman seldom returns quickly to her when he calls her a... (????)

hot fire

not pork rinds in montana

hypothermic shits

i love brian so much i can't admit it to myself / gary