headwind

Fri, 03 Oct 2003 08:52:21 GMT

14544 killed the dance floor
digalog vibrations
trance around in 3 dimentia
join the club
a job to do?
forgetful references
I have the night to spend
as much I do about nothing
fleeting moment to momentum
in half instinctive spiral stares
half a dozen shades of hair
strobing hands in poses
land just out of reach
and these are disco's concubines
skirting shorter than the length of mine

Thu, 02 Oct 2003 07:14:52 GMT

bastardilla!!!
the emphasis is killing me

Tue, 30 Sep 2003 04:01:22 GMT

site reading

this overture
leaping distances
string to silent string
spring to life and resonate

is harmony irrelevant?
this dissonance so cognative
or is it?
no signature
no key
or scales to weigh you down
and some of these words are 'greek to me'
a durge? a ballad? a lullaby?

oh I know...

a grander piece of work you are

stolen Segue

*turning pages*

...ways

played-your-eyes
and now they do mine
tracking changes
these ivory ties
are the grin of a theif

not mine

I've got nothing but rests for sighs
and this bridge is so long
wait... there's a turnaround

such a beautiful song
so difficult to play

I think

I should practice more
but I'll improvise

for awhile

where it leads...

Birds of Midway Island / kalos eidos scopos ~ optical wave guides

Mon, 29 Sep 2003 02:55:59 GMT

glass
transparent tinted spheres
iron cobalt selenium manganese

he's red
she's blue
looking at you
the common hue
is neither here nor there
but there

The net that once held us
has rotted and splayed
or perhaps some spectacular fish
strained and ripped it to flotsam
and fray

transverse currents
humps and hollows
swell and swallow
tossing bouyant baubles
bobbing in the babble
learning to float
above below and close
beside you
far away

looking with you
undecided we twine and tween the surface
a welcoming bed of cerulean wine
neither here nor there
but there

looking through
you're tracing rays
/refract\filter/reflect\absorb/disperse\
kaleid in twine or knot
you're neither here nor there
but "here" or "there"

sources:

'I' is not the sun, moon, or a star.. even man-made light, but a perspective

Floats Found On Midway Island = dead link

Sun, 28 Sep 2003 02:42:29 GMT

saysomethingdonothing

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letters
not like before
out of my
mouth
away with words
most of them
ringing in my
head
too much to think
letters / falling in

8 mins 16 secs
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* Bonus Track - our seaside zoo has a notion view
(Live)

yesterday's whine

Sat, 27 Sep 2003 06:20:22 GMT

this movie suh-hu-hu-hu-hu-hu-cks... can we puh leeeeeeeeeeeeease go home now?!?!?!?!!?!?
I'll even drive!!!!!

Mallathon

Sat, 27 Sep 2003 03:28:14 GMT

| This | is | Area | Three | Don't | forget |

N-N-N-N-No kiosk boy, It's a N-N-N-N-Nokia... and I like it just fine,

No: Interuptions...

My size: <-- is 30 x 30 x 30 times too small. X-tra Baggy, Easy, Loose and Blue?

No: Thank You, but that's "ehh whatever"

It's Nada: sup? (posed 2B permanent) How do I look just looking? In my new smog mask with filtered ventilation ringlets "only the finer necessary particulates please"

Now Playing: Mellow D... She's like a Mega Virgin animated butterfly tattoo. Her hair is streaked with Boulevards of Sunset Memories like me, mockingbards in jeweled cases A to Z... eating her thrifty collared greens. I don't buy it.

I: am lame... Hear me roar...

Boo: on you!

Prick: Here is the finger - Enter the pin.

Water Massage: You're shrink wrapping in the shower!

hang it back up. the right way! on the hanger... and walk away

| This | is | Area | Three | Don't | forget |

Yes yes radioman... This is traffic...

Feel way free to Jam

23 shades I've learned to wade

Thu, 25 Sep 2003 01:41:16 GMT

this dismay is stained and tarnished - looks purrrfect on display
concealed by shadows, quicker tricks and finer lines... thin foundations, bringing out my star crossed eyes - and all the while you're smearing what you think of me in glitter all across my face. diffractors set to stun I know I'm running... running from a broken frame. picture this, another name, another chance to lean into the scream... to seem like squares, or those disjointed stairs descend/ascend and lead to nothing more, all I was and more, that sent me running... from this and other ordinary things. I know I'm hanging, from those six electric strings, for this, and other ordinary things. sucker puss with lips of glass, kissy face was colorfast... Our separate ways