Archive for October, 2003


Monday, October 13th, 2003


Peril surrounds him, yet he

soldiers on snuffling for nuts,

the grass the cattails

about him. He pushes past

brown fallen crinkly leaves,

casting them aside without a second thought.

He finds a treasure more valuable than

entire caches of gold

and stuffs it in his mouth.

A challenger the size of a twelve-story building

lumbers too close. He throws his

tail into the air, making a question mark of it.

Then, as the leviathan clomps closer

our tiny friend arcs his body with

his leaps, darts up a tree, peers

from a branch — eyes so wide for being so small –

and chitters

a challenge.

His foolish opponent

sees his peril and walks on.

he chitters again, satisfied he’s vanquished his foe,

then munches on a nut.


Monday, October 13th, 2003






Four eyes


or a

head on



A deep,



Two men.



Bad Underwear

Friday, October 10th, 2003
Current Listening:
Ball Cheeze Psychotics: “Apples”
Eat me

Bite me

Lick me

Suck me

I woke up with a sore throat this morning, so I stayed home through my classes. That was okay, though, because I had an Annotated Bibliography to work. Amazingly, I got it done in just three hours’ worth of work.

My underwear sucks. Specifically, the boxers I got on Sunday. They’re 45% polyester, so it’s like wearing a diaper. When I’m sitting on the pot, they creak like they’re stressed or something. Plastic Underpants. Great name for a band. But they suck!

I got a CD from Interpunk in the mail: Dobermans and Bowling Balls by the Ball Cheeze Psychotics. It sounds really good for an independent release. The music is awesome, although some of the lyrics… er… (check my Current Listening for an example). I’ll probably post a review sometime this week.

Some Poems

Tuesday, October 7th, 2003
Current Listening:
Ataris: “Broken Promise Ring”
Well I guess that I’m wrong

For falling in love

But you’re still the one

That I’m dreaming of

Broadway & Pattee

Black pavement pushes

back the neon blues

and oranges of words I

won’t read. Streetlights

stand above all, haloed in their

silent foggy vigil.

The rain danced in my

nose, soft sounds of

drizzling and sloshing

cool my ears.

The bite of my coffee

recalls a pull on my

tongue, the taste of

your lips. My fingertips

press inward,

water warming, the fuzz

inside my pockets alive.

A hazy dripping shape

ambles past, four legs

and two heads joined.

My arm recalls the feel of yours.

The sky, my face,

water mingling.


Hot chocolate,

A heavy musky book,

A thick blanket barely reaches my toes,

My soft couch.


Holy dark of morn

awaiting the sun’s first glimpse.

The world swings open.