Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Father

He brings me coffee,

my father does,

to make up for the times

that we've clashed in our lives

Only three things we share:

a paintbrush and pen,

and this warm caffeine

that powers our limbs


So I sit in my bedroom

in the softened pale light

of a quiet afternoon

with not much to do


And he puts down his pallet

in the house I was raised in

to bring me coffee in the rain

because some things can change

Monday, November 15, 2010

Crashing, Vaguely

Comprehension

is making me

nauseous

I'm not being figurative

I literally

need a lift,

but I'm motion sick

So I'm trying this thing

called

'cautiousness'


Thesis, topics

structural..

stop it

Withdrawals, deadlines

dead minds--

bedtime.

Thursday, November 11, 2010

A Generation Of Side Effects

People tell me it's not real

one after the next,

that it's all in my head

In a foggy dream of blue and green

I guess you could say I'm the long term effect


While clusterfucks of people

wait numbly to be saved

I'm different than myself today

again, the drugs have changed


The man in the elevator asked,

"You goin' up or down?"

I looked at the ground

and said wherever you want