Streetlights glow brightly
Alongside an empty avenue
Not a soul in sight
Day: April 24, 2009
Amidst a Barrage Unwanted.
poetryOne dared to let their fingers fly
and found themselves among a
slew of fast-flying insults that
had nothing, really, to do with them.
So reluctantly they stepped aside
and threw their hands in the air.
First, considered, “Why are you fighting?”
Then, conceded. “Let the fuckers kill eachother.”
on the top level of the rocket ship at rocket ship park
poetrythe five of us
crammed into that small space
which would be the
first to hit the sun, if launched
when you said
in heaven
let’s meet back here
and although
none of us believed
then in such a juvenile conception
of heaven
there was something pleasant
about wrapping ourselves in that fluffy fiction
and composing our own
epilogue.
Interview Thoughts
poetryI stand there
then sit here;
all the whilst
you judge me
and i judge you:
do you like me?
do i like you?
do i pass your test?
why should i let you judge me?
how should i answer this question?
do you want the truth or a lie?
do you want to hear that i
really only want a paycheck?
do you want to know that i
love being off in the summer?
do you want to hear that i
really don’t care?
do you want to know that i
was once kicked out of uzbekistan?
probably not,
and so i’ll tell you exactly
what you want to hear
and i’ll expect as my just reward
the bestowment of the job,
no lie.
the sieve and the sand 