sunday rain, day off.
i get in a quick workout
and hope it's noticed.

The aroma of
first editions inspire
ideas for us.

obama, kerry,
gore: why are we still playing
around? call bullshit!

If you're as good as
they say you are, you shouldn't
have to hide from us.

Rest and sleep away
your demons that frighten you.
Don't worry baby.

Mom's Birthday

my dad weighs his love
for his testicles and his
records and returns.

OJ's on the news,
Metallica's back again.
What year are we in?

I was here last night to watch the parking lot lights turn on, and here this morning to see them give up.

he's desperate to live
his twenties over and I
get to watch the show.

He only speaks when
spoken to, two plus two takes
up all of his time.

Nobody knows.

the astronaut drove
to florida in diapers with
a toy gun...for love.

Happy Holiday, yo!

i dedicate my
vote to the candidate who
knows what day it is.

Fear of life

Opportunity
leads to dead ends and brick walls.
Claustrophobia.

Slow down/sectarian violence

george dubya bush may
be the world's dumbest, biggest
human thesaurus.

Things changing and the nature of dispair.

mccain kills wallace,
or at least that's what i think
i read in the times.

Wind me up, wheel me
out, reel me in, roll over,
rape, rinse, and repeat.

Delusion much?

we gave up freedom,
bought flags and greenwood's remix
and still think terrorists live in caves.

As it happened, we
were terrified by it all.
Now it's a trademark.

self-fulfilling, but
it was already coming
true before I spoke.

though others may think
it the american dream
is not gluttony

You're lucky because
the devil hates a loser,
and you had it all.

don't know about you,
but i liked myself better
when i was drinking.

Sleeping makes days go
away. Can it do the same
for other problems?

measure the distance
between trying to make it
work and it working.

blank

white twisters clutter
my insides, raging loudly.
and then? not a thing.

Things we have in common

film, work, cars, drive, and
not knowing what you're asking.
among other things.

This life lacks answers.
The way out is opposite
the way I came in.

admit it! admit
it!! admit it!!! admit it!!!!
admit it!!!!! ADMIT

Some people tell me
that way, but I prefer what
the non-people say.

hurricane ike

occasionally,
god points at us, then signals,
"not you, behind you."

believe in me as,
in my mind, i gather
my baggage, call cab.

what kind of party
is this? no booze and only
one hooker. -bender

things'll get better,
but only so the goodbye
comes out of nowhere.

The last time was too
short, I left when I should have
asked for one last dance.

you shouldn't haiku
when you really have to poo.
constipation? shit.

the tree falls to earth.
wiping his axe and his brow...
he sets off for more.

somehow i think our
lives are all better, and worse,
than the internet.

Staring contests with
babies and pen protection.
Story of my life.