tit for tat time time and time again

blue honey blue honey blue honey is back
MJ Rules I'm not supposed to talk about
Pistons type stuff

knock down, get up, knock down
same time every trip
guru of go meets gregor clegane

inside outside inclusion exclusion
you got tools, just missing one
and not even
just say blue, eh?

pulling no punches (for Kurt)

it was his habit to play his guitar as he drew his bath

he would lift the crystal handle of the valve and run his right hand down the faucet

under the water to feel the cold flush of october's icy wind

in that fleeting moment before the hot water heater had time

to force its angry cargo into the tub

it was his only means of relaxing, and he used it too rarely

if his hair was matted and oily Karen would eye him warily

and the children would always remember to play in another room

never asking where they'd left their shoes

in the bath he was a boy again

it was here he chuckled over his children's scattered bath toys

longed for ice cream and resolved to teach his son to dribble a basketball

the first time he struck one of them in anger was in a dream

too vivid to be real and too disturbing to be anything but an ill omen

he woke thinking of his father and trying to remember his face

no one saw it coming

least of all Will

sitting in his bath

dreaming of sunshine

and the open road

dead bones

my story did not get in

so

back tomorrow to regular programming

sunday my funday vol. 2

wow waiting on tenter, erm

never mind,

says i

wild anticipation

pained suspense

i must ask

dear eater blue

what sweetness've we rot

under our rare moon

toasters warm asleep under sacred ground

a spirit sits atop a mound of new black soil

yet unseen

inside blue midnight's spinning globe

our catacomb awaits

sopi

solo

blue ohno

blue sohi

a tom riddle

i am five, unquestionably so

but you could argue i am really only four

above all else, i am twelve

increasing as long as i'm allowed

so i ask you, dear eater blue

who am i?

in/out

words but no fraises

minds but no arts

sounds but no earring

love but no 8

yes (no) and no (yes)

i've gotten used to it.

for a long time it was only poetry, spilling out of me in pitiful little bursts like some four year-old's pot roast farts. now it's prose - turgid, undemocratic nonsense to be sure, but prose.

certain concepts are off-limits, certainly. you can't take a slice out of an entire culture's (one pandemic upon our planet, i'm sure we can agree) lexicogram and not destroy certain ideas.

but ideas can be reconstructed, just as you can easily prove, using basic processes you probably learned in secondary school, by solving for f''(x) of e^x using definition of a deriviative. you believe you can't but you can. go look it up, solve for y, get confused, you'll see

september 21 2011

morning comes early as some always say

life speeds up, remember today

Sonnet 3527.142857 Repeating

of our numbers one, two, 3, four and five

believe in only one at any time

blue others only keep dear eater live

all counting in stacatto in blue rhyme

september 19 2011

one sound i want to make

isn't a sound most want to make

it's in a name, so no way in

security by obscurity

noon blue happens to begin a mystery

one we can name

but we cannot name apples

ogres and grinders

new mary jane rules

blue honey and deer eater blue

hook twice and a you're finder

no deal to seal

you may ask, dear eater blue

why is one like two?

because of 3, and four, and five

says i

says you

by times of 3, and four, and five

says i

is one now dead? are two alive?

and we crawl back inside Blue Hive

to seek meat for dear eater and blue

honey for our leftwrist lovers lives

Bee Argybargies

i got a bad sickness

call it panty pool

pontypoor - pour

call it a virus

or a slickness quickness

not tit for tat

one doe

forbidden letters make you sicker

it's the lisps tatter dee artists

o o o tat sakes

perrier in rags

so elegant

so intelligent

friday september 16

good news from bend

bad news from bend

poultry play

amorous in strings

can't believe i forgot a tire and a woman

will.i.am?

donnerstag september 15

fearful but no longer frantic

first wins

tears for peers

misfits and ingamuffins and every place ive ever lived

wedensday, septemeber 14

film of eric caroline and dan

mary jane rule

as i was meeting zampano (or was it billy?)

a boys voice called from deep inside a castle cavern

i ran dripping from the shower

all ok

soccer practice

ria anne

strong boys

triangles

tuesday september 13 2011

got cube back

parking ticket on clay

list growing well