Monday, September 26, 2011



Sunday, September 25, 2011

so courteous, this


particular balance
notification.

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

you on a


speedboat
your voice
in my ear

as the sun sets over


our
city,
I
set aside some
of my nihilism and
we finally stop
talking about Daniel Pinchbeck
and we
walk, me and you,
hand in slightly sweaty hand
to go buy smokes
through the twilight,
maybe beer,
two
burritos.

this is ridiculous


apply
yourself.

tell me


you'll love
me
for a milli
-on years.

Sunday, September 11, 2011

top 3 Barry Hannah quotes, vol.1


1. Oh you're fat at the long table, stuffed with time, friends, your flat stupid brainstorms. Not long. You're going to shake hands with every dead thing. You recall you were a captain, a flyboy, an assassin's instrument barely beyond pubic. You could neither write a good check nor imagine any bill beyond a twenty. You had never had a decent woman's bare breasts against you. All you had was your dog and your model planes and good eyes and baseball.

2. When her husband Wootie died, Melanie stayed on the lake in their rambling vacation house. She was seventy-one years old and wished she were a poet. But she was too direct for that, her senses too good, her memory too precise, and she couldn't drink much.

3. As you would ask somebody the point of their lives and they would answer: horses.