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The Nightly Rhyme

Dead City twenty-something.
fresh-cut chicken wing.
Mar 18 '14

probably

Feb 12 '14

ugh

I said it again.

day after yesterday:
bad hip-hop through the next door.
a late start to cold coffee.

the beat drops with a curb stomp.

Nov 14 '13
Sep 5 '13
…and both are medium-rare.

…and both are medium-rare.

Jul 18 '13

jumping down, jumping over

mind is fine
sharp even

quicker than a whip
presuming whips are fast

I imagine them cool
so I don’t pay much ponderance.

but here I am.

dropping things
repeatedly,
forgetting
I am home,
necessarily,

letting the smoke burn long
swan songs
into my walls

letting the willful negligence
sit next to me
on my fold-away
sometimes-bed

by my cigarettes
and the girlfriend-smell
that lingers.

and here I am.

nestled in and tucked into
a wrestling match
of the century

left and right don’t
mean up or down.
right-side up is
left-side inside-out.

I barely make it out alive.

here I am.

I miss these conversations
between myself and my inner-me.

past-Guthrie has done this once,
and future-I will too, I’m sure,

but nothing quite beats this sound
that sound of every favorite sound you’ve ever heard

at once

at full volume

at full speed

it sends shivers down my arms
alarming that mystical thing
of divine quality
which rides that line
so precariously
and gracefully
though likely to fall.

I envy it.

there I am.

and you see me,
in ways that you might see yourself
not beyond one way or another,
held to that mystical line.

I sought refuge.
I seek it still.

you might,
or you don’t
you haven’t
or you will.

there we are.

lighting another cigarette
I clung to this passage,
that “final stretch”
between one rite-ful circle
and the square that I am

deep down.
on the surface.

there I am,

again, I thought
all this in silence,
scribbling more serious
than I needed to scrobble. 

there I was.

and there I still am,

clinging to my fencepost
before jumping down,
or jumping over.

the eternal climb
is enough to make any man fall.

now, here we are,
at the root of it:
the trouble it is 
just to be anywhere at all.

lucky,
I will dare say,
that we’re here,
and at least,
we both woke up this morning,

but look around.

things might not be
what they already are, sure,
but what if 
they can be what they already aren’t?

and here I am

hating myself for playing the ‘what-if’ game
looking down at the handfuls of possibilities
suddenly taking shape in my brain-pan,

knowing full-well that either:

a) they aren’t good ideas
b) they won’t happen
c) they won’t happen
or d) all of the above.

so I fell of the fencepost
somehow or another
and fortunately remembered,

it’s never too much of one thing for much too long.

there-then I was.
then-here I will be.
here-now I am.

the girlfriend-smell lingers.

next to my willful negligence,
the burden of interest
and unfeigned ignorance
to the passers-by of rightful passage
burdens me more than I care to say.

there they go.

nobody cares too much for too long.

the world is on a fencepost.
we’re jumping down,
or jumping over.

Jul 16 '13
the mayfly's cabaret

My new sounds:

Jul 15 '13
here you go. free bass groove for the world. #tabs

here you go. free bass groove for the world. #tabs

Tags: tabs
Jul 6 '13
spy cam flies eye-suit farmer in a closed box at his side held close; no why’s or hi’s or goodbye’s. the most brung in when the cat got in the pig pen again.

spy cam flies eye-suit farmer in a closed box at his side held close; no why’s or hi’s or goodbye’s. the most brung in when the cat got in the pig pen again.

Jul 6 '13
eight-year old me doesn’t understand what this means. fifteen-year old me has a huge gear-stiffy. now-me has a big day ahead of him at the office.

eight-year old me doesn’t understand what this means. fifteen-year old me has a huge gear-stiffy. now-me has a big day ahead of him at the office.

Jul 2 '13

metastential homopsychotropiphobia linguistical skepticitis is certainly real

took a wake-up to stare at my computer and think about what it does.

looked at my tumblr. what a strange thing, the idea. though, I easily remain faithful to something that let’s me easily dribble my own insatiate word-vomit down my chin, onto the great feast laid out on this stupid cyber-table of information.

I know you don’t care. it’s cool. I don’t much either.

but, looking at my own tumblr, considering its artistic qualities as a webpage of my dribble, I’ve realized it’s rather mostly my instagram feed. which is fine. as I said, I don’t much care. however, things should stand out.

this begs many questions. these question have many answers. I have none.

the nightly rhyme is a strange thing. a name, an idea, a direction, a form, a limitation, an opportunity, a place, a thing, a piece of garbage.

words lost meaning. pictures took hold. structure lost grip. chaos ensued.

this is half-ploy for control, half-ploy for self-acknowledgement for a thing that has somehow lasted longer than my attention to it, and perhaps it wholly comes together. time might tell.

but I’ve dribbled these sentiments of hopefulness before. look what’s happened. so whatever.

bottom line, I looked at my tumblr today. next line up, I think it’s lost all direction to some coordinated theme and pretense. third line up, with my foreseeable work schedule, things may improve in consistency because, top line, it’s important to write. words are human - I think - and I am one of those.

records should be kept of thoughts in passing - I know - because I was raised that way. and the world is like this now. thoughts and rhymes and snapshots of everyday blinks need hyperlinks.

I can’t pass my dribbled-on mashed potatoes down the cyber-table of information without mashed potatoes.

ed. in belief.
the nightly rhyme.

postscript.
words are trite. I’m human. this is how things have always been.

Jul 1 '13
toxic termite splatter paint. a vascular edge. forked path and the planned attack.

toxic termite splatter paint. a vascular edge. forked path and the planned attack.

Jun 30 '13
new view. #happyfeet #reverbivorepedaldesigns #sundayproject #45minswithmaterials #getatmeifyouwantone #willconstructforcheap

new view. #happyfeet #reverbivorepedaldesigns #sundayproject #45minswithmaterials #getatmeifyouwantone #willconstructforcheap

Jun 28 '13
getting ready for the show. #DNAlounge #pops #NINEPM #sf

getting ready for the show. #DNAlounge #pops #NINEPM #sf

Jun 24 '13
Jun 20 '13
signal chain of events. #guntown #morepedals #morepower

signal chain of events. #guntown #morepedals #morepower