Saturday, December 19, 2009



Yes, the Fish Music







A trout-colored wind blows
through my eyes, through my fingers,
and I remember how the trout
used to hide from the dinosaurs
when they came to drink at the river.
The trout hid in subways, castles,
and automobiles. They waited patiently for the dinosaurs to go away.





The Shenevertakesherwatchoff Poem

Because you always have a clock trapped to your body, it's natural
that I should think of you as the
correct time:
with your long blonde hair at 8:03,
and your pulse-lightning breasts at
11:17, and your rose-meow smile at 5:30,
I know I’m right






Horse Child Breakfast

Horse child breakfast,
what are you doing to me?
with your long blonde legs?
with your long blonde face?
with your long blonde hair?
with your perfect blonde ass?

I swear I'll never be the
same again!

Horse child breakfast
what you're doing to me,
I want done forever.




















Split Feelings

a cold pure lemon use to glow on my mouth
juicily, and boing off the pads in my dark center.
there was a corn-silky fur nut that grew deep in a grove of black forest.
near cold blonde eyes and clear blue laughs
darkness of my hunting heart seemed even darker.
the forest of warm hunting love is still hunting, with a gallop in the night.
my black heart saw what was golden turn cold
a cold pure lemon use to glow on my mouth juicily, and boing off the pads in my dark hunting center








Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Monday, December 14, 2009

Sunday, December 13, 2009







hit the books, fine have coffee, study hard tonight babes

they only want you when youre 17






"deadpan and ardent by turns, animated by misanthropic glee and conversely by empathy that is consuming and indiscriminate, animated by You, i'm the coin-o-matic love-machine hidden in the back of one lucky hermit's closet gathering dust while my price becomes less and less tenable: Lifetime Supply of Ultimate Rewards: 2 cents. i'm Your counter-intuition, gaining mysteriously in novelty the older i get -- but do i still work? is the possibility of disappointment worth No Risk? i'm the wide-eyed language of revelation in which Big (sur)Prizes Abound"









Tuesday, December 8, 2009

first snow


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campus is still open wtf