July 31, 2009

i am in part

soil, coyote
and tree.

what you do to this world
you do to me.

electron surfing

July 26, 2009

each breathing moment
blood flows
from an innocent

soon lifeless
as a bag of shells

the one
who seeks worship
is the antihero

the flicker of campfire
now the flicker of screen

morphmallow

July 17, 2009

when I stuff myself
i can’t feel myself

i am the donut
the pie
the beer