30.9.10

28.9.10

Something Like Freshman Year


Red Pillow Case

I want to show you pictures of the ones before you
The one's I want you to replace.
See, I'll say, I've done good. 
I am good. Then you will agree.
And we will slide around in my new sheets.

27.9.10

USA, NUMBER $!

EXCUSE  ME
IF     THINGS
GET  ROCKY
SORRY  I AM
SO FUCKING
S   O   L   I   D



get happy.wish granted

 

25.9.10

Cody Sean Davis is learning to live with @CodySeanDavis
Though they can not communicate openly, 
for the sake of the kids, 
they e-mail each-other 
at Cody.Sean.Davis@gmail.com
This way Cody Sean Davis 
and @CodySeanDavis  
can get things done,
together!



Rasta this and dreadlocks that...

GetGreenLikeMeManMeMan

So I've started reading Mitchell Heisman's 1900 page Suicide Note,
seent it over at HTMLGIANT.
I feel like this tome of a suicide note might fry some circuit behind my eyeball
and result in better growing facial hair and a very dead stare.

I want this again. Bring it to me.















sesame Ahi tuna with avocado spread... and other stuff.



GIMME SOME HEAD
- Dan

24.9.10

For Fucks Sake

Look at him, he has no friend.

23.9.10

Cracked Ribs




 The Moment Before I Die

I realize the parts of my face
will be in the back of my sorry head.
And my radius will look like chicken wings
stripped of golden fried skin.
I will become a bruise on the streets black flesh
a blemish for street-sweepers to buff.



Iggy,

22.9.10

hey, hey,

at one point I did a lot of things to paper:






















GET.MORE.HAPPY.
LIKE.NOW.ALRIGHT..

21.9.10

Tree, you provide me shade and oxygen.
Porch, you provide me prospect and content.
Together, you are my sanctuary;
you are my God.


Bums sing in apartment stairwells.
Bums barter cigarettes on the canal.
Bums stow away in elevators.
Bums collect cans because
Bums are eco-friendly.


I have nothing important to say,
LEST YE BE BORN AGAIN!

20.9.10

Evocating Earth

19.9.10

The Judge

He coma swift  da chest thrumen
thu rummen.

A sleeping brrr rising from your pelvis
a yellow pressure shaking your leg

and the thrumen.

I start this blog to end it.
I have to pee.

BAM, Blog post!

I work with a man who once sold 6 oz.'s of rock cucaine t Axel Rose of Guns n' Roses.

I work with a man whose back in't like it used t be, whose hip, whose hearing, whose.

I work with a man who di time because he wa just gettin' it away from the baby, damn.

I work with a man who is hip to Vic and di the drums for Motown when it was hot, hot.




I am the KRAKEN
or some hideous monster
or I am nothing.

I think you are right
you are hideous nothing
you are a mythic. 

I have many arms 
so I reach with all my arms
all my many arms.





Good for you. and you. 
and you. 




Get on, on
on with your bad-self.


BAD-BAD BAD-SELF

15.9.10

I HOPE YOU WERE JUST THERE AND THEN CAME HERE

STUDS

 LINK





















do the click on it

7.9.10

Welcome.

So here you are! 

Through time and space and web you are here!

See Look:       cosmical alliance of stars, satellites, and plane waste
x
the yearly expansion of the earth's orbit around the sun 
=
YOU READING THIS RIGHT NOW IN A LOUD VOICE (or loudly in your head)



or mayyyybe you followed the link from this crazy awesome event. 

But anyways, COOOOOOOLLLLL!!

I was chosen by and get to open up for some really cool poets at BLOOF BOOKS

This is the beginning of their book tour!
 soooooooooooooooooooooooo







4.9.10

Like A Cold Chill

Tonight I went, "Ahh Muncie," standing in the middle of Jackson.
My eyes were pounding the puzzle piece sky into trees and power lines.
The penniless wind lifted my stretched work shirt above my head
and through my chest I absorbed nutrients from broken glass
dried earth and rootspilt-sidewalks.
Centipedes and silkworms crossed over my feet to get where
they were going, and they found it,
1900 W. Jackson St. 

 

2.9.10

I miss

my nose ring.
(vanity moment)