Exhaust sand dunes flow down sidewalks.
shopping cart pushers out on the streets...
not angels, not devils, not hip hop or echoes of be bop, nothing special just sad meandering people that can be good or bad. its warm inside.
Solo conversations in the shadows, television dreams cascade down memories of time that drips out of spoons, like turpentine in your eyes. the deaf walking of the still night hawks grasping at their necks, thrashing , night sweats in a dream,
and for that first 3 minutes you feel alive and refreshed until you realize your awake.
washing my face looking in the mirro a tired cliche
sip on a coffee get it 1/2 price vefore the korean lady gets in, and the waitress working two jobs understands because she can barely make the payments.
you walk by the headlines searching for change on your way to the Super Market., Blurred Newspaper headlines, checking for change, there is a war, there is mortgage crisis, look over the towards the dumpsters and see Maria dive in for old lettuce and cucumbers, she puts them in her car. Must be living in it cause its full of shit.
The dumpster is left unlocked by a good worker willing to break a rule so people can dive in and get some old food.
buy my oatmeal and walk back khome, set it on the counterr, and stare at the hole in the drywall alone. everyone i know is dead, and my children dont know where i live cuz they are better off without me.
I throw my coffee mug against the wall at what could have been. we all have our own private hells.
but the soot dunes keep moving and the bodies keep piling up. long drag on a bad cigarette.
Saturday, May 31, 2008
soot dune memories hiding malignant truths
Exhaust sand dunes flow down sidewalks.
shopping cart pushers out on the streets...
not angels, not devils, not hip hop or echoes of be bop, nothing special just sad meandering people that can be good or bad. its warm inside.
Solo conversations in the shadows, television dreams cascade down memories of time that drips out of spoons, like turpentine in your eyes. the deaf walking of the still night hawks grasping at their necks, thrashing , night sweats in a dream,
and for that first 3 minutes you feel alive and refreshed until you realize your awake.
washing my face looking in the mirro a tired cliche
sip on a coffee get it 1/2 price vefore the korean lady gets in, and the waitress working two jobs understands because she can barely make the payments.
you walk by the headlines searching for change on your way to the Super Market., Blurred Newspaper headlines, checking for change, there is a war, there is mortgage crisis, look over the towards the dumpsters and see Maria dive in for old lettuce and cucumbers, she puts them in her car. Must be living in it cause its full of shit.
The dumpster is left unlocked by a good worker willing to break a rule so people can dive in and get some old food.
buy my oatmeal and walk back khome, set it on the counterr, and stare at the hole in the drywall alone. everyone i know is dead, and my children dont know where i live cuz they are better off without me.
I throw my coffee mug against the wall at what could have been. we all have our own private hells.
but the soot dunes keep moving and the bodies keep piling up. long drag on a bad cigarette.
shopping cart pushers out on the streets...
not angels, not devils, not hip hop or echoes of be bop, nothing special just sad meandering people that can be good or bad. its warm inside.
Solo conversations in the shadows, television dreams cascade down memories of time that drips out of spoons, like turpentine in your eyes. the deaf walking of the still night hawks grasping at their necks, thrashing , night sweats in a dream,
and for that first 3 minutes you feel alive and refreshed until you realize your awake.
washing my face looking in the mirro a tired cliche
sip on a coffee get it 1/2 price vefore the korean lady gets in, and the waitress working two jobs understands because she can barely make the payments.
you walk by the headlines searching for change on your way to the Super Market., Blurred Newspaper headlines, checking for change, there is a war, there is mortgage crisis, look over the towards the dumpsters and see Maria dive in for old lettuce and cucumbers, she puts them in her car. Must be living in it cause its full of shit.
The dumpster is left unlocked by a good worker willing to break a rule so people can dive in and get some old food.
buy my oatmeal and walk back khome, set it on the counterr, and stare at the hole in the drywall alone. everyone i know is dead, and my children dont know where i live cuz they are better off without me.
I throw my coffee mug against the wall at what could have been. we all have our own private hells.
but the soot dunes keep moving and the bodies keep piling up. long drag on a bad cigarette.
Monday, May 12, 2008
the cutter rewind the tape
she had a web cam, her hair was black, and she stayed in her room at night, she showed her scars to strangers, who looked and commented, some said thats sad get help, some said your a pig, some said you should have cut deeper, and some said nothing at all.she came on for weeks and weeks. and then one day she stopped.
did she stop coming on line or did she cut to deep and just stop living.
then it gets real.and then it fades away. cut, calm, euphoria, peaceful feeling as the razor cuts the skin. It is nothing new, it was happening in the 70's
did she stop coming on line or did she cut to deep and just stop living.
then it gets real.and then it fades away. cut, calm, euphoria, peaceful feeling as the razor cuts the skin. It is nothing new, it was happening in the 70's
the cutter rewind the tape
she had a web cam, her hair was black, and she stayed in her room at night, she showed her scars to strangers, who looked and commented, some said thats sad get help, some said your a pig, some said you should have cut deeper, and some said nothing at all.she came on for weeks and weeks. and then one day she stopped.
did she stop coming on line or did she cut to deep and just stop living.
then it gets real.and then it fades away. cut, calm, euphoria, peaceful feeling as the razor cuts the skin. It is nothing new, it was happening in the 70's
did she stop coming on line or did she cut to deep and just stop living.
then it gets real.and then it fades away. cut, calm, euphoria, peaceful feeling as the razor cuts the skin. It is nothing new, it was happening in the 70's
Saturday, May 3, 2008
On-Line Banking
"would you like to try on-line banking?"
I was waffling today whether or not to use the atm or the bank teller. I was at one of those stores where they have litle banks where a bakery should be.
The check was for a substantial amount, ok just a $1000, So I decded to wait for the teller. Can we call them tellers or are they customer service attendants these days. The line was moving slow, After having my teeth extracted one by one, it was my turn.
I handed the young lady my deposit slip which i had made an error on, so filled out another one.
"Good morning sir. how are you today ?"
"fine fine. I should have brought my glasses."
"would you like to try on-line banking" , she asked.
"No thank you" I was perplexed at this question since iwas at the bank and she was promoting the demise of her own job,
She wrote whatever it is they write down.
As she was writing "She confronted me and said why don't you like on-line backing?"
I stood there with my mouth open. I just wanted to make a deposit
She was peristent. " I said I dont trust it. I work with computers and dont trust them." I was hoping she would simply deposit my money, but no.
"Well you should at least try on-line banking"
Finally i said, " I am Trying "in-line" banking and it is not going to well.
She was perplexed. I explained aas the line behind me grew.
"In-Line banking is where i stand in line and attempt to make a transaction."
After all that I realized I needed some cash back.
"I need $40 cash"
"You will have to re-do the slip and step over there."
"You mean i cant just finished the deposit , swipe my card enter my pin and get $40?"
"No sir you will need to fill out a slip again?"
"I told her forget it. I would use the atm which is somewhere between in-line and on-line banking."
She didnt get the humor by the way.
I was waffling today whether or not to use the atm or the bank teller. I was at one of those stores where they have litle banks where a bakery should be.
The check was for a substantial amount, ok just a $1000, So I decded to wait for the teller. Can we call them tellers or are they customer service attendants these days. The line was moving slow, After having my teeth extracted one by one, it was my turn.
I handed the young lady my deposit slip which i had made an error on, so filled out another one.
"Good morning sir. how are you today ?"
"fine fine. I should have brought my glasses."
"would you like to try on-line banking" , she asked.
"No thank you" I was perplexed at this question since iwas at the bank and she was promoting the demise of her own job,
She wrote whatever it is they write down.
As she was writing "She confronted me and said why don't you like on-line backing?"
I stood there with my mouth open. I just wanted to make a deposit
She was peristent. " I said I dont trust it. I work with computers and dont trust them." I was hoping she would simply deposit my money, but no.
"Well you should at least try on-line banking"
Finally i said, " I am Trying "in-line" banking and it is not going to well.
She was perplexed. I explained aas the line behind me grew.
"In-Line banking is where i stand in line and attempt to make a transaction."
After all that I realized I needed some cash back.
"I need $40 cash"
"You will have to re-do the slip and step over there."
"You mean i cant just finished the deposit , swipe my card enter my pin and get $40?"
"No sir you will need to fill out a slip again?"
"I told her forget it. I would use the atm which is somewhere between in-line and on-line banking."
She didnt get the humor by the way.
On-Line Banking
"would you like to try on-line banking?"
I was waffling today whether or not to use the atm or the bank teller. I was at one of those stores where they have litle banks where a bakery should be.
The check was for a substantial amount, ok just a $1000, So I decded to wait for the teller. Can we call them tellers or are they customer service attendants these days. The line was moving slow, After having my teeth extracted one by one, it was my turn.
I handed the young lady my deposit slip which i had made an error on, so filled out another one.
"Good morning sir. how are you today ?"
"fine fine. I should have brought my glasses."
"would you like to try on-line banking" , she asked.
"No thank you" I was perplexed at this question since iwas at the bank and she was promoting the demise of her own job,
She wrote whatever it is they write down.
As she was writing "She confronted me and said why don't you like on-line backing?"
I stood there with my mouth open. I just wanted to make a deposit
She was peristent. " I said I dont trust it. I work with computers and dont trust them." I was hoping she would simply deposit my money, but no.
"Well you should at least try on-line banking"
Finally i said, " I am Trying "in-line" banking and it is not going to well.
She was perplexed. I explained aas the line behind me grew.
"In-Line banking is where i stand in line and attempt to make a transaction."
After all that I realized I needed some cash back.
"I need $40 cash"
"You will have to re-do the slip and step over there."
"You mean i cant just finished the deposit , swipe my card enter my pin and get $40?"
"No sir you will need to fill out a slip again?"
"I told her forget it. I would use the atm which is somewhere between in-line and on-line banking."
She didnt get the humor by the way.
I was waffling today whether or not to use the atm or the bank teller. I was at one of those stores where they have litle banks where a bakery should be.
The check was for a substantial amount, ok just a $1000, So I decded to wait for the teller. Can we call them tellers or are they customer service attendants these days. The line was moving slow, After having my teeth extracted one by one, it was my turn.
I handed the young lady my deposit slip which i had made an error on, so filled out another one.
"Good morning sir. how are you today ?"
"fine fine. I should have brought my glasses."
"would you like to try on-line banking" , she asked.
"No thank you" I was perplexed at this question since iwas at the bank and she was promoting the demise of her own job,
She wrote whatever it is they write down.
As she was writing "She confronted me and said why don't you like on-line backing?"
I stood there with my mouth open. I just wanted to make a deposit
She was peristent. " I said I dont trust it. I work with computers and dont trust them." I was hoping she would simply deposit my money, but no.
"Well you should at least try on-line banking"
Finally i said, " I am Trying "in-line" banking and it is not going to well.
She was perplexed. I explained aas the line behind me grew.
"In-Line banking is where i stand in line and attempt to make a transaction."
After all that I realized I needed some cash back.
"I need $40 cash"
"You will have to re-do the slip and step over there."
"You mean i cant just finished the deposit , swipe my card enter my pin and get $40?"
"No sir you will need to fill out a slip again?"
"I told her forget it. I would use the atm which is somewhere between in-line and on-line banking."
She didnt get the humor by the way.
Thursday, May 1, 2008
church, freeways, and dad
i remember when i used to go to mass as a kid. we heard a loud noises outside, sirens, panic , someone laid down on the tracks, and committed suicide, the white sheets covered the parts. Indelible memory
my father drove slow so we could get a good look.
i remember when we used to go to the old mans house and he was a drunk. but he was the old man. on the way there was horrible accident, dead bodies every where, uncovered, only one woman sitting on the street between the the wreckage and uncovered bodies,
my father drove by real slow so we good get a good look.
It took years for that image to stop floating in the air when i went to bed at night.
Now the images are buried deep, the details lost.
my father drove slow so we could get a good look.
i remember when we used to go to the old mans house and he was a drunk. but he was the old man. on the way there was horrible accident, dead bodies every where, uncovered, only one woman sitting on the street between the the wreckage and uncovered bodies,
my father drove by real slow so we good get a good look.
It took years for that image to stop floating in the air when i went to bed at night.
Now the images are buried deep, the details lost.
church, freeways, and dad
i remember when i used to go to mass as a kid. we heard a loud noises outside, sirens, panic , someone laid down on the tracks, and committed suicide, the white sheets covered the parts. Indelible memory
my father drove slow so we could get a good look.
i remember when we used to go to the old mans house and he was a drunk. but he was the old man. on the way there was horrible accident, dead bodies every where, uncovered, only one woman sitting on the street between the the wreckage and uncovered bodies,
my father drove by real slow so we good get a good look.
It took years for that image to stop floating in the air when i went to bed at night.
Now the images are buried deep, the details lost.
my father drove slow so we could get a good look.
i remember when we used to go to the old mans house and he was a drunk. but he was the old man. on the way there was horrible accident, dead bodies every where, uncovered, only one woman sitting on the street between the the wreckage and uncovered bodies,
my father drove by real slow so we good get a good look.
It took years for that image to stop floating in the air when i went to bed at night.
Now the images are buried deep, the details lost.
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