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The Calm

September 5th, 2013
I’m waiting for the calm
I’m stepping in the weeds
I’m ready for the clouds to rain down on me
seeping in the ground
and running to the sea
making my peace and evaporating

we’re all touching a different world
at arms length but still so far away
shrouded in the dark of night
and washed out by the bright of the light of day

I’m waiting for the calm
I’m high up in the trees
I’m happy for the sun to bear down on me
the sky becomes a haze
the ground becomes a blaze
and I’m lost on my way back down again

we’re caught up in a different world
we’re not really who we think we are
shrouded in the dark of time
and washed out by the bright of the light in our eyes


Diary Poem 12-19-08

December 20th, 2008
getting wristbanded
any longer the bouncers
Tonight,
I got a pink chose not to stay project
from places on two posters for the red
coming out of a 159.
with those parts
your body that were band
my marked up, stamped, or I bowled
a new hopping intention
companion
and I mouth of an antler-be
where you gon that
verified by bingo dot, only
I also drew snake tongues
at the end of the night
you wouldn’t stay tag
club the animal of some sort

For more about this poetry format, look here, where it started.


Diary Poem December 16 2008

December 16th, 2008
it was cold outside and it snowed
I had to brush off mere
15 and 20 minutes long
Melissa’s cat was in my apartment trying to eat my
car in the wind
bass and keyboards
I was less depressed
to get beer
brought recorded over the the last two home
noise in my apartment
guitars in the wind
and warm it up to get a sandwich
ate that keyboards
we drank some beer and
we cheese wrote down chords
and called up sneezed

For more about this poetry format, look here, where it started.


The Surrealist Diary Poem

May 24th, 2008

I won’t make a habit out of posting these, but they’re fun. I came up with this idea a few years ago. Write about what you did today (Microsoft Word or similar works best. Notepad doesn’t) then randomly select and move stuff around until it looks like a poem. Clean it up and post it somewhere in the vast infoheap of the interwebs. Today’s:

that james. tracks I did
some work
tried to sleep
broke and loud amps
goes only so far
wants
then made a mess
I still don’t
way to watch a schedule for drums

working one to see and no
now I’m no money
that’s my life.
mix movie.
quiet, yes but have my commy fuck no.
loud amps. and no
but what about no money eyes?
yes, but
I still don’t have my computer