March 2011
24 posts
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Any aphorism for ideals?
Nothing irritates me more.
Perhaps junk-mail, or other erroneous letters “to current resident”.
But paper shredders are as useless as return correspondence.
Something equally disturbing.
No one lives beneath man-holes. Or at least I hope not. A concept I never grasped until my adolescence. Even though I see the hot breath they emit into the fog. When the...
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12 oz. hollow points to start the day. And no one drives a stick shift anymore. We start to merge into a scarlet current opposing a bright stream flowing to the left. Curse them. For where ever they are headed is not half the hell you’re parking in front of.
A laughable predictability the canvas footed armies, and drug stores with drive-thrus. Find a new way to pass the time, but thanks to...
Being a breathing excuse for a houseplant isn’t as bad as it sounds. As long as you manage to make the world around you believe that you’re four times the man that they are. Not to be politically incorrect but the seasons still change without any of your help, and only dead presidents are found as portraits on currency.
Believe that when people laugh behind you, that something must...
Here we stand, or should I say squat. In this place where the creative seem to be invalids and are too often cited to be of literary madness and not of reality.
Tiny shuffles of feet taken in opposite directions that seem to be splitting us at the core, and not unlike the things we say, will further turn us quite visibly inside out, and smother us in our bedclothes and t-shirts.
Our posters and...
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Acrid
Tasteless and stale
These are what we are
What we have become
With irony pure we sketch with our progress a potrait
Our everlasting hunger for growth scratches the pen against our fate
Holding the calendar
Oblivious and ignorant
We savor our affixation on tomorrow
As we slowly tear out the pages
Removing the months to come
Leaving us spiral-bound to nothingness
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Exhaling Sympathies
A Breath Of Dark Contoured Lines
A Topography Fluidly Drawn With Abrasive Curvature
And A Shameless Blandness Of The Full Flavored Variety
These Are The Shoestrings Of The Universe
Oh How Relaxed They Tether Us
To The Vast And Unoccupied State
The Conduit Through Which Our Subconscious Excels
Just Stare And Realize How Furtive And Yet Unaware They Are
That This Hypnotic Procedure Is...
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Imbalanced Perception
A last place finish with a stopwatch reading that extends far past the latter decade. Twenty fucking thousand faces to forget. And names to reassign.
The only thing I have to look forward to is being face down in something with a higher thread count. Blisters aren’t new, and shit, even my ever present social ineptitude is becoming calloused. A rebel in my own mind, a crusader even, but the...
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The Past
Of the days that have been logged in no memory have I left and sulked and saundered to locations beknowst to no one and lost many a companion and expressed to not one my impedance to tranquility.
Greater yet of these days are filled with tensions and the misculations of regularity and the gilded framework of personal equilibrium.
Dissolving now within the trillion microcosms I retain are the...
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We fall off, then wall off, and call off the dogs.
New vaccinations and our aspirations are still dropping like logs.
One in ten doctors recommend that you pull the plug in the fog.
Still think you’re in the majority? With no authority, just seniority?
You’re just one of the cogs.
A tiny gear in the war machine, and all that glitters is really green.
They build much faster when...
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Slots
Less personality, more of everything else.
Best rationality, it’s a bore to think of someone else.
Selecting our poisons from a knob, button or dial.
Putting backspin on the coins the only thing that is left of style.
Letting everyone make decisions, things will stay this way a while.
Placing letters with fake precision, call me plastic on the supermarket aisle.
They’re a high...
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Inches of Things Far Away
Listen to these soft three a.m. lullabies
These sad numbers
Sorrowful and somber songs
Majestic and ambient
Played by the black breeze of deepest night
Sonnets striking chords of empathy within the heartless body I reside in
Poems without words
Silence that brings tears to the eyes of those who feel still and alone
People that hide only in themselves
People still and alone
-EJH
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Weeding out the weakened from the weak minded is becoming a more difficult task to stomach. A hundred days of mentorship from a man I have never met and yet I still somehow feel deceived. Never before have I become this symmetrical to my own standards. And the bottom of the pool has looked better than paradise before. Twenty years in twenty square feet. And now no man in the world or in the...
I know well what I am. The exoskeleton of an insult. A full chalice of innocence. Toasting to our lives with open hands. But this fabrication of most indelible intention. Is merely that which itself describes. Many a fool throw their coins at me. Into the elaborate fountain of supposed experience. Unanimously expecting a wishing well. The words that leave the lips of men. Never have halted the...
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Old
Brought up in a diarama penitentiary. Foreign airborne hormones entrance me. My day dreamt reality a fraudulent fantasy. Further more I lay uncomfortably on the gravel. Gazing through the black clouds in the sky. At the fiber-optic spotlights in the deepest impossible. Sitting amongst the fog of the murky stratosphere. Now I am on sentry duty in my own head. Report any suspicious activity to the...
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We are shivering in time
The constant frigid gusts of physical decay serve as a reminder
A tangible caution to the haunting sting of deterioration
These February nights are nature’s anesthesia
Under which life lays lifeless and cold snuffs passion
Under which glacial breeze erodes all but instinct, leaving death and life aligned
I recognize that I too tremble
My teeth rattle in my jaw upon the...
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800,000 square feet of generic cubism. The most elaborate works of art are only containers for the vain, over-indulgent, and those who believe simply bleaching their life with cheap imports will remove the blue from their collars. We all play hopscotch with self-imagery yet refuse to lift a finger. There is no Deficit of Attention in this world with it all being paid on ourselves, but there is...
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I feel it in each fracture. Embedded in every footstep is naivety at its pinnacle. Our ignorance only illuminated after our critical support recedes. We live as if we walk upon windows. The only objects in visual capacity are the vague reflections impressed upon the hazy glass. As if the very surface of our existence is unperceivable Our sight can only capture that which lies beyond the...
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Adipose
Long before I began to desiccate by my own freewill, I had that clothesline of literature tied taut between these two trees of fact and fiction.
A truer visionary wouldn’t pay me any mind, or any body, or anybody for that matter. So would you kindly be silent for a few feeble moments and let this deaf man speak?
Coincidence? I think not. And while that all sets in, we should all set our...
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High Occupancy
I drive late at night quite often
Traveling in the wasted hours of suburban life
My euphoric breeze of self expressed angst
Amongst the awarness of my delusions
I signal turns to no one
Bathing in flashing red lights
I wait for my turn to be granted passage
As I sit at four-way stops with phatoms
Though I am not totally alone
At times I grow curious of my sparse companions
To what do...
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Predicate
The disgust apparent on both faces, even through the porcelain veneered incisors and bicuspids. The only things more pathetic than the blatantly obvious; the subtly obvious. Or for the record, any other contradiction I could point out in plain darkness. From around the corner of common sense. Nothing here needed to be. And in actuality, it never was. Actors call them scripts, but we all call them...
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My ambition unfolds upon crooked lines that were never creased
Simple- bitter and dark, I stroll the edges of all of my frail asymmetries
The sensation of being swallowed is ever present
Being caught in the throat of the ones who do not perceive me
They perceive themselves
I foresee their failure
My most legitimate attempts at catharsis, my mind ignores
They misconceive the tension that...
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Trying Something New.
I was stuck somewhere else. A sleepy stroll between a sea of secondhand smoke and carbon-neutrality. I say this like it’s easy to believe that when you can measure a man’s happiness by the number of child-proofed shotgun shells he has laying with his wallet and keys on the nightstand, that the very last morbid dregs of happiness itself are still tangible. There was nothing left of me...
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Impervious. Titled fused with feigned humility. Apparatus of the methodic manipulators. Climbing the scaffolding in daylight nightmares. Return fire in the form of fridgid conjectures. Distributed from the sockets of hominid skulls. Observing from the runway sidelines. Craving only the taste of cirrus delicacies. Intravenously introduced to aerial residence. The stratospheric calm eluded...
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Errantly projected are the obnoxiously banded rays that are emmited from our little lanterns. Sitting dimly lit behind our eyes. Waiting, glowing, and burning massive beacons of our internalized brilliance and felicity upon the walls of the wicked and cursed. Rapidly erasing the dark shadows born from the shoulders of the senile and adrift. I feel the radiance that blossoms from within my chest. I...
