Float Dissolve

September 30, 2006

green tea peach

Filed under: Art, Contagium, derek_, small room


clear throat miserable water
imagine naked bodies
salted glass enclosure

September 29, 2006

shallow breath

Filed under: Poetry, derek_

she smells like fixatif laser pony
plastic guns
there is some high pitched frequency all over
underneath

what does it mean
there must be a meaning
it’s pretty real

close tight no contact skin touch

the back hurts, sit up straight
idea spill create

blade of grass twist shake pulsing

she is pulsing I retreat bliss still

blimpa

Filed under: Art, derek_

blimpa

September 28, 2006

a thread

Filed under: Poetry, derek_

white and blue bunch of words and pictures all say ‘look at me’
can’t stop clearing my throat

woke up stomach felt tight
look forward to a small drive come back salad

sesame breadstick

almost time to walk away
they want the same thing, everyday.
made-up happy somewhere else

some experts believe that the use of any keyboard may cause serious injury.

beautiful bodies turn carcass
delicious food turns excrement
crowds turn nobody

they don’t come to you. they don’t think you’re amazing.
how’d i get here?

thinking of movies radio television weak ache
an apple, a peach a cup of green tea

local folders has 1 new message

red light blink frequency

think to unknow

September 27, 2006

Filed under: Poetry, derek_

celebrate celebrity celibacy
oil rig falling leaf
antioxidants

let’s play a fun game
I saw this girl her eyes are good paint
always trying to hold onto clouds

it’s there it’s there it’s there it’s there

learning to surf channels
learning to remember black outlines
have you ever been in that house?

I thought about getting rid of everything

I stared at her she smiled create conversation centerpiece dead

Form is Emptiness

Filed under: Art, derek_

formisemptiness

September 26, 2006

New Phase

Filed under: Art, derek_

I gotsa new sketchbook. A new phase.

sept232006

undermythumb

September 25, 2006

caffeinated sleep thoughts

Filed under: Poetry, derek_

he’s getting back at him through me
too many breath cough
fantastic

her eyes glowing
inside burn loss

biscuit war movies

I watched her folding clothes talk to co-worker thought of boyfriend

drawing works better than loving

ice cream can’t use
where will these thoughts be when bones

September 19, 2006

Filed under: Poetry, derek_

too many objects
run by punch cards
there is something else
so subtle so beautiful

too many disturbances
this, no this, wait that
none

all

meet you at the car wreck
make comments laugh nervous
blanket misfortune smothered don’t want

this voice, warm tea
don’t wait until it’s over to relax

September 15, 2006

miss to press

Filed under: Poetry, derek_

and so much bite whisper

sure, fruit in the morning fruit in the afternoon
tater tots and ketchup
z-shaped spine
memory like right now, not frequently updated

it is not me it is not her

free fall smile
an old shirt
how to want without push

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