9.17.2011

best saddest news

at first there you were,
you flowed like the river;
you ran through everything

everything ran through you

so fearless and violent and ravaging
and peaceful

it was so simple
in all its complexities.



you spoke like if every word had a shape
a measure,
each one, a circle so perfect

words not meant to be felt
but instead
to be touched

caressed and held.



now the long night hours tell
of a stead so changed

there is a half-step lost
trampled in between all the somewheres
and the nowheres

no more musings of a hand to clasp
or a back to hold against your chest

half-afraid in realizing

how much easier it was
to write over a broken heart.



September 16, 2011
08:23m - 09:07am
spilled onto The Brand New Hardcores
no eraser, 
upstairs @NotSunset5

5.28.2011

bedpost blues

a Saturday to waste away,
to watch the world coming over,
to take time by its ticking second hand
and make it listen

all i have
is just a sad tale to tell
of smokestacks and grey skies;
of how
unbeknownst to me
i fell in love with them,
having nothing left to love

i never said i didn't know how to lose
yet, maybe i never realized
i learned it much too well
while winning just felt alien,
naturally foreign,
odd
like i.

a perfect excuse for any season
a perfect sorry story
a perfect bedlam for bedtime

what to say
if not for truths?

so, listen

it starts like this:
long, long ago
i ran out of secrets to keep…


May 28, 2011
02:07pm - 11:01pm
spilled onto The Brand New Hardcores
no eraser, 
top run @Gate 23; rounded @NotSunset5
first full commission in Rhode Island

12.17.2010

eastern world

through blinding winds and
endless nights i will,
i shall,
i must
make way
  break through
    patiently weave
to the other north;
to the faraway coast

there, in the cold
i will find the ending of
the longings
  for one beautiful december

for seasons came and went
and yet, in standstill
wishes remained
suspended and hollow
  paused
in words never spoken

one gift to cherish
  one precious chain of moments
at long last,
awaits
inside the world
in her eyes

a thousand
  and then a thousand more
all of those roads i ran

all of those
roads
that led me to her.

December 13, 2010
02:38pm - 03:06pm
spilled onto Note Everything
while sitting in a booth at Rovers; Toronto, ON
for one beautiful December 
R.E.H.

10.30.2010

owned by the wait

ask me anything
with your silence...
i wait

one can say
many things
without uttering a single word...

and you remain quiet,
so loudly telling.

now,
lay out a vast desert
that will lie between you and i...

landfill of emptiness,
and sun, and sand, and
a wind
that endlessly howls your name.

patience
is a timeless virtue...
i wait

obviate you into my sentences...

longing for mementos i
would cherish forever...
building indelible timepieces,
landmarks,
on your fair skin.

away...
in the safety of the distance
you will keep me
burrowed down...

a perfect diamond
cut for an uncertain future...

waiting to be unearthed
i am.

October 20, 2010 07:03pm, 
October 21, 2010 09:33am
commisioned for TBNH @MCRD, @NBSD from
loosely re-arrayed @Sunset5 
optimus 
iudex
tempus 
est

10.17.2010

faceless crowd of billions

one long war,
we are unwilling soldiers,
or hired participants.

one eternal struggle.
a period that came
before our time.
and it is sure to stay
beyond our very last day
here.

many speak of endings,
many hope
and sigh
and mourn
and learn
to cope.

but rather, a handful,
control the pieces,
control the fields,
control the bullets,
control the minds.

one long chaos, they own.
we are all living off it,
or devolving into it.

one endless nightmare.
a fighting anthem.
a burning flag.
a shifting paradox.
a moving goal.

we are the bleeding canvas,
the eroding soil,
the forgotten,
the unrewarded.

to them
we are but shadows.

to them
we are merely numbers.

October 17, 2010
03:57pm - 04:41pm
commissioned for TBNH @Sunset5 from
we shall not remain 
unheard of
much longer

10.15.2010

september confessions

passed me by,
swiftly, yet again,
September
there
then
it came,
it went

of thunder and wind,
these last days
by the Western shore
spoke
to me
of seasons,
tomorrows

places to see,
more landscapes,
more buildings,
more oceans,
more...
they await
but there ain't no peace
where i am from

hurried these eyes,
buried this skin,
cauterized
these dreams of
a peaceful
and verdant
world

waves to ride,
more mountains,
more cities,
more dunes,
more...
they call
but there ain't no sunshine
where i am headed

14 September - 15 October, 2010
commissioned fully onto TBNH, @nbsd3339
to the last Summer in the Pacific

8.28.2010

lost interval

should've disappeared from
   these shallow waters

should've returned
   to the distant skies
   where you came from

should've ended 
   the wasted autumn
   at that very moment
   when the sun had stopped

but you wanted to be seen
   you wanted to be heard
   you wanted to be made
   to feel something
   somewhat close to love

lapses so brief
   kept you here moored
   to the memory of a song
   that never came

doubts and red clouds
   made you at last
   wilt asunder

should've believed that quiet moment
   was your last chance

c. November, 2001
loose leaf page inside
the green cargo note pad
written somewhere by The Cliffs
curated onto TBNH, via Sunset5
end piece to the∞series