all the builders ever

i feel like i am distracted a lot

i try to serve something

my apartment was built before WWII

i don't know how that relates to the appearance of the floors

i like the floors. they feel soft, but they are wood

there is a spray for the wood floors on the desk in the living room

inside the bottle it looks like creamy syrup

Christopher Columbus Day

Charlemagne dreams that he holds a chain in each hand which are attached to a bear.

Other bears come to him and ask for the bear to be released. They say it is not fair to chain this bear.

A hound from behind Charlemagne's thrown leaps and attacks the biggest bear and a brawl erupts. Charlemagne cannot see how the fight goes down; there is so much commotion. 

I feel bad for Charlemagne, but he shouldn't have chained that bear. The context of Charlemagne chaining the bear is transparent in the dream. I feel bad for Charlemagne. Emperors are maybe forced into being tyrants - like Cady in Mean Girls; she became apologetic.

The Receivers of the St. Luois Cardinals

place a statistic 

that depicts the world population

in an alarming way

on an open window's sill.

it insults the people

who walk by,

and yourself 

who's washing the dishes

and shouldn't be alive

because you feel 'impure'

or something.

but maybe if you concentrate

on changing your thoughts

your slept-in-bedding

won't look like a sad mouth.

post-confessional prose-poem 2009

i really have no idea what's going on.

i think i know

but nope

i should never

talk or write.

they're -i don't know - 

not necessary for survival. 

i think someone said something

my brain. 

my face is warm. 

i am happy i feel warm

and the people making noises

don't bother me.

Feelings of Time Lost

the mount peg is threaded and a certain diameter. the mic mount has a threaded hole - matching diameter - with an arbitrary depth . the secure tightness, screwed to the limit, randomly positions the mic mount. 

a threaded ring screws onto the peg to create a false limit or 'threshold'. the 'threshold' adjusts the position of secure tightness, and can therefore correctly position the mic mount's poles parallel to the lens and camera body. 

the adjusted position of secure tightness does not equal tightness of the 'natural' threshold because the threaded ring does not have a 'threshold' of its own. 

inside paragraph

how do i get places?
in like a car
and how do they know
where that stuff is
small poems 'amaze' me
but i want to only think
in atoms fine
shaking atoms
of fucking fire
i'm on subway
the track work
a weekend don't put
me inside me
you shithead

blog

always here
blog
i'm running around
ha
you're always here

i'm going to forget what this is really about

i use paper towels to dry lettuce

i put some lettuce in a bowl chopped up

i put some nutritional yeast on the lettuce

some extra virgin olive oil

i gut an avocado and put the guts in the bowl

i toss the lettuce

i don't know why i care about certain things

something is happening

things are in places

i'm undisciplined

actually i'm disciplined in something that doesn't matter

yup

something sucks my life out

yuck

shit

i wash the dishes

i dream i'm fighting off invaders of the apartment with silverware

the invaders look like they are zombies or just really sick

and don't clean themselves blood on their eyes and mouths

i'm nervous they keep opening the front door and coming upstairs

i just want to sit and watch tv and forget about them

some of the silverware that i threw at them and missed stuck into the wall

and i was impressed with that

i dream that i ride the L train too far into brooklyn and when i get out to switch

to the manhattan bound track i'm in the country and it's dark

the country keeps invading my dreams

the carpentry work reminds me of the country

i dream i'm in the adirondacks and i walk up to cabin to collect

the ground tarps that we used camping which were spread over split-rail fences

to dry and some people follow me

we cross a stream that's falling over a steep grade and there is a pool

collecting between large rocks

i roll the tarps up in my arms and we go in the stream

i throw a fork into an eye of a haunted stuffed animal that is propped up 

on my tv when the eye opens and it's face flashes like a camera bulb.