his sentences repel the decisive ego half hidden within their softness.

the trippy song by animal collective
was heavily discussed. they mostly talk of trippy things.

bubbles that come out with ants,
and your pushed down potions
fly out the crank window. the cat tail caught in the crank window, luckily.

a number of ms paint pictures show your feelings.

the sketchy way you look in the ms paint picture
tells me we're frustrated.

the trippy things consistently rise in his world views.

i'm looking at ms paint and feeling sad.

a panda bear bends the bamboo with ease.
the trippy song inspires a frustrated ms paint thing.

he lies on the floor with the angry cats.

enough has happened for me to see Aloysha with ingenuity.

they withhold my wages for the sick.

my boredom types on the invisible keys until august.

with three spikes, the sentence fell into the radiator
and hung like a bat.

if i want the drums to stop i'll sign a different lease.

they carried Aloysha away last night,
the organic juices rising with her loon birds.

the walls in him drench. six cartons of white rice fall
from the spinning bike.

cross eyes step over the snow

we feel strongly for bindles

i could grab the pine branch by tv light

while she sips on the bark

i don't know about those abstract sentences

on my night before day off forever

this is blue, in a deep hulk of snowed rocks

living near the train doesn't benefit my life,
my life wasted dealing with tense.
the pool players dance with the perfect tense.

the savage overtakes the subway stop on his skateboard.
we emerge from the subway and freeze for twenty minutes.

two bubble jackets, raised in the neighborhood,
find the train with ease.

GoogleReader is under the influence
of three cups of coffee
or a few beers with friends
the energy you'll need
to fill the air in pyramids.
he reads the AP release.
the AP release dodges his eyes
in waves and sandy shifts.
1,000(+) unread items
VEGANDAD
CHINESE POETRY
the heart is a book bag.
the store clerk knows
exactly what to say to the people
who will not buy anything.
she does not judge them.
breaking news, barricade breached,
one man sustained injuries.
fire placed under control.
the red-head closes his eyes
and watches TV sitting straight up.

Something going on behind glass involves a turtle.

Life downsizes along the lake.

I’m going to be heartbroken inevitably.

Beneath the heart a complete bucket rusts.

We always imagine the branch-hidden field where the drugs kick in.

I want to exist where drugs kick in.

the man with the blue hat skips steps,
the scarfed woman doesn't.

i sleep above the vacant
native american novelty store.
i sleep with open eyes.

as i'm reading a nytimes article online
my eyes close twice and my brain falls asleep twice.
after waking up the second time,
i read a paragraph that says the company the man
worked for played no role in his scheme.
i slowly fall asleep again,
then wake up, thinking: the company
is like water to a water skier.
then i see a seatbelt falling into water
that is rushing past a boat.
i'm falling asleep again;
everything. . . the whole world is falling
in to the water-skier's water.

my favorite song is kate is great by the bouncing souls
i once sang along with four hippos, riding in a car,
almost shouting the lyrics, while it played on the honda civic
factory installed cd player.
we were driving past my elementary school,
where someone stomped by glow-in-the-dark football T.
ten years later, as i lie in bed next to someone,
we say 'patagonia', pronouncing the last syllable 'nya'.
a big snake belly slides over the room.
a bearded lawyer makes an outline for his argument
against the volume of car commercials.
skateboarder anthony pappalardo's skate footy
makes me feel better.
it almost cures the anxiety which i couldn't earlier defeat
by eating a chicken cutlet sandwich.

i watched vbs.tv, a video on west virginia coal mining
after a video on anthony pappalardo
it got to be 3am
then i went to pee
i saw the orange light from the street lamp
my floor was covered with clothing
so that it was clothes-covered-floor
then bed, then curtain hanging over orange light
i was wearing 3 pairs of socks
then the blue-light-skylight thing
then i watched 'the wrestler' and turned it off
because i don't like violent people
i don't like pitchers that hit birds with pitches
wrestlers that vomit or overly nice police officers
police officers, i don't know
i like the simpsons they are so detached from time
they aren't too anything