Long Island

blue eye

birds and dryer sheets

5,000 * 13 

27,000 * 10

banana ziti

smelt marijuana coming from out of the bushes / under the bridge

i was just following the dream of the park

there you go birdie badminto

dog frisbee bro so lonely on the grass

walking past fighting jamaicans

so the best person the most 

meaningful meaningless person

drank vodka cranberries in an art gallery today

drank like four or five of them

then i ate mexican food

then i took a shit

then i read like ten pages of Love Always by Ann Beattie which i really like

i was falling asleep for short periods of time while reading

then i drank a snapple

then i sent an email

then i bought another snapple to have in my apartment

then i read 20 pages of Love Always on the F train

which i had to stand up in until it got to brooklyn

but the novel is getting better

i felt like sharing the novel with someone and talking about it with them and how it relates to us as people

i got home and drank like 5oz of vodka(however much is equal to two shots)

and struggled to write poems, wrote like two poems that i think are ok (should i delete that last sentence? maybe)

poems suck big huts

everytime new song comes on i want to type about doing something - in the mood of that song maybe - but then i think i can't stay continually hooked into the writing thing

i like seeing birds on the highway feels like wires / space

earlier this week i dreamed kacey was asleep on a pull out couch with earphones in her ears

my mom pleaded me not to wake her up

at the art show guys were standing looking at the orb thing talking about medication they took

guys in line at the art show for drinks said they started tweeting

other stuff happened

girl coming in doors at work said they were reopening the cyclone

my taco delivery is here

going to eat those tacos

hope i die soon

you like my boat

cat jolts me awake

cat runs away

sun comes up

i make 'kissy' noises and cat comes to me

i pet cat

other cat 'mock charges' cat

cat comes on futon

nothing happens

i stare 'into' cat's face

i  txt message

the bullets we fire off the ferry into the river,

aiming for the goldfish, are found in the holes of 

the rubber mats. i find my rifle under two plastic ninja swords

and a toy fishing net. peanut shells, shaved ginger root, 

and muddy soybeans.

 

the boat angles away from the pier in the green water.

the dingy teeters below the surface like a shit piece of wood,

when i drop my ass in the dingy and worry about keeping my gun dry,

when i begin to see the orange fish in the worsening swells 

and feel daunted, hopeless, and alive in my dream. the ferry's 

 

wake rises like a cgi and throws us under and we are gone. 

when we are gone, our coffee is drank by new strive-rs. the self-interest

solicits confessions, but i still rake in in its flow, when i'm at a job,

where i can't see you in your sarong. 

my life is boring

i can see someone moving in their apartment

across the highway

they are floating above a star

i need a drink

to feel better

having a nervous breakdown

keep typing things into the url bar and then deleting them

my internet connection failed once

that wasn't as bad as this 

sometimes always connected to my gym

i can go anywhere

can't touch anyone though, damn

want to hug someone

want to hug south america

a car has all our birthdays in it

traveling through kansas

i hope the night goes into my air conditioner

battery fails on this laptop

there's an email out there no one responded to

reader, you can go to the window

and take me out of my poetry

DIRE WOLF

child walks up a fire escape

shy

crank powered flashlight

vitamin C

tennis ball in a scented candle

last night was looking around

with my eyes before i feel asleep

not sure if my heart is supposed

to beat that fast after i climb stairs

feel like my heart rate could

be a bottle of pills

sort of took something out 

of the printer and just, like

what is that thing

i think downstairs is where

they only have parties