Lady asked me last night
what I did for a living.
Told her i pour
liquid into glassware.
Then she tells me
she's a champagne flute.
Fancy the fruit cake
Never fails to be stirred
just bend her bartend her
like the tumbler she is
29 December 2009
20 December 2009
a prayer for the unloved
gone fishing
for the piece thats missing
in the ebb and tide of a love that hides
in decimals and percentages
that kills my highschool math skills
carry the one, a remainder of none
the contract expands and contracts
and I was just about to sign my name
ink pen poised like a drooling boner
but now youre gone, now im a goner
for the piece thats missing
in the ebb and tide of a love that hides
in decimals and percentages
that kills my highschool math skills
carry the one, a remainder of none
the contract expands and contracts
and I was just about to sign my name
ink pen poised like a drooling boner
but now youre gone, now im a goner
11 November 2009
it’s 9:51
A shuffle of days stacked like a deck of cards,
the ghostly animation of tight, flickering images.
you and me on a balcony ripe of sea and sunsets
the curling lip of tea a sip and cigarettes
you me and a submarine naked on the Bosphorus
a river churned by storm and relentless rain
the jeweled-water whipped by wind and wave.
Lightning erupts below the troubled surface
in a flash we have become unfamiliar
to the electrified depths of our green glowing guts
From a foggy future sudden silhouettes emerge
construction cranes upholding the horizon
in the distance a builder is building a building
Who is the... you is...the builder are you?
What kind of building is what are we building?
Was there a plan or was the spacecraft unmanned?
Were no blueprints on hand when we broke land ?
We cut ribbon and just ran, a blind flaming clown
into the un-built building we burned down.
In the night, the dark barks
a dog fogs and shadows creep
the tears falls the snow weeps,
for Mary had a little lamb
but then she fell asleep.
the ghostly animation of tight, flickering images.
you and me on a balcony ripe of sea and sunsets
the curling lip of tea a sip and cigarettes
you me and a submarine naked on the Bosphorus
a river churned by storm and relentless rain
the jeweled-water whipped by wind and wave.
Lightning erupts below the troubled surface
in a flash we have become unfamiliar
to the electrified depths of our green glowing guts
From a foggy future sudden silhouettes emerge
construction cranes upholding the horizon
in the distance a builder is building a building
Who is the... you is...the builder are you?
What kind of building is what are we building?
Was there a plan or was the spacecraft unmanned?
Were no blueprints on hand when we broke land ?
We cut ribbon and just ran, a blind flaming clown
into the un-built building we burned down.
In the night, the dark barks
a dog fogs and shadows creep
the tears falls the snow weeps,
for Mary had a little lamb
but then she fell asleep.
08 November 2009
Carnage in Kuzguncuk
This afternoon, in downtown Kuzguncuk, a rustic sea-side district of Istanbul, an abandoned building collapsed into the street sending an avalanche of scaffolding, brick and debris directly over traffic and pedestrian walkways. The collapse damaged and/or destroyed a number of vehicles including unoccupied cars parked on both sides of the street. Traffic had to be re-routed as the town's main street had been completely blockaded by the collapse. The number of injuried stray cats is not known at this time, though fortunately no casualties were reported.
15 May 2009
11 May 2009
24 April 2009
Overheard this at work
"I had hit rock bottom," he said, "and I knew it.
Had to check myself into rehab immediatly.
Woke up in a crack house, OK?
Sunday morning 6 or 7 o'clock. Got
this poor black girl sucking my cock."
The memory alone causes him to shudder.
"Like come on people! I'm GAY!"
Had to check myself into rehab immediatly.
Woke up in a crack house, OK?
Sunday morning 6 or 7 o'clock. Got
this poor black girl sucking my cock."
The memory alone causes him to shudder.
"Like come on people! I'm GAY!"
Real Pity
the slug cried itself
to an unsightly death
just melted away to nothing
on river of his own salty tears.
to an unsightly death
just melted away to nothing
on river of his own salty tears.
23 April 2009
fucking baby got me
I pulled glass duty at work
hadda stock the glassware
hadda steam the stemware
and somewhere in there...
the bar, the arching windows,
the patio, the lusty spring air
young mother in sundress knows
I can smell her cunt.
But then that fucking baby got me.
I broke a glass at work
shards into the ice bin
shards into my thumb.
hadda dig out the glass
and tie off my thumb
and separate blood and glass and ice
all the while my eyeballs shrink-wrapped about that fucking baby.
hadda stock the glassware
hadda steam the stemware
and somewhere in there...
the bar, the arching windows,
the patio, the lusty spring air
young mother in sundress knows
I can smell her cunt.
But then that fucking baby got me.
I broke a glass at work
shards into the ice bin
shards into my thumb.
hadda dig out the glass
and tie off my thumb
and separate blood and glass and ice
all the while my eyeballs shrink-wrapped about that fucking baby.
18 April 2009
Designated Driver
White lights approacing
red lights going gone
in the rearview reflected
in the raindrops racing
up the windshield in reverse
scattered showers shiver the night,
the streetlights turn to starfish in fog.
The dashing young driver arrives
squinting at a blurred center line.
Cheers to our capable, coke-smoking chauffeur.
Business card reads:
Discrete High-End Transport Specialist
Taxi meter reads:
Undercover Stunt-Driving Shit Shuttle
Operating under a professional license here folks,
Got a certificate in the glove box to prove it.
red lights going gone
in the rearview reflected
in the raindrops racing
up the windshield in reverse
scattered showers shiver the night,
the streetlights turn to starfish in fog.
The dashing young driver arrives
squinting at a blurred center line.
Cheers to our capable, coke-smoking chauffeur.
Business card reads:
Discrete High-End Transport Specialist
Taxi meter reads:
Undercover Stunt-Driving Shit Shuttle
Operating under a professional license here folks,
Got a certificate in the glove box to prove it.
fathersnail
A snail
creeps along
with its home
on its back
and is dragged to death eventually from the weight of it.
This life
is but a line
a single sticky sentence
punctuated by the empty shell.
creeps along
with its home
on its back
and is dragged to death eventually from the weight of it.
This life
is but a line
a single sticky sentence
punctuated by the empty shell.
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