Released

Today is the release for Patrick deWitt's Novel Ablutions
you should really buy this and read this book.

I hate reading fiction I hate novels
I dont need three hundred pages of your trite
bland meaningless story telling to hurt my eyes with
when I could be leaning something.
But I learned things from this book so it didnt waste my time.

Following in the idea of truth

Killed by
the things you do
or do not do
we do not know
what to do
to keep from
being killed

Where Acuity Resides

its you
who puts you
into
that small receptacle of perceptions
and decides
this is what others judge me on
because everyone else
is preoccupied
with the contents of there own
little box

post modern verse

If the
Who is
Take into
Recognize the small container.
Decision and I decided
that the other
For everyone
Concern
The content of its own
Small Box

Fuck You Grammer Fags !

If one was too know the pallet of Botticelli,
and the most common stroke of his brush.
Would one have made a Botticelli ?
No I cry in disregard to dactylic hexameter
for laws are the poverty of creation
and those born rich in selfish depravity
need not heed there advice

translated to post modern verse

If you knew palette Botticelli
The most common stroke of his brush.
Do you have one of Botticelli?
No, my strength is weak and ignore the cry heptameter 6
We create a law for the poor.
Rich selfish depravity of those born
Should heed the advice there.

A women with face value

Yea thats it
waste all your time looking at the face
that covers the mind.
So that way when death breathes on you
and your vanity withers and crumbles
and no one likes you because your
conversation is shallow
and you skin is disgusting
you can die alone
like you made others do.

translated into post modern verse

Well thats it
All the time, watching the waste
Their hearts are covered.
How your breathing is like death
Vanity as Wizards lose
Reason and no one likes you
Is short talk
Skin and hate
Can you die alone
I like the other.

shrouded normality

"Why do you always keep a scroll and an egg by the window?"

"Dont you think there are things you should not know, or find for your own reao,son?"

"no, like i dont get it though, dont i try by asking?"

"no"

Teenage Confessional

Like a wonder years episode with out narration
time is spent in inept gasping stares
and embarrassing inner dialog
that later become unrequited
memories of melancholy joy

translated to post modern verse

To have a strange episode of the narration.
Out of time spent in the wrong eye
The shame and inner dialogue.
Memories will not pay off after the melancholy joy.

young love of young pleasures

Young one with love I say
fair better then I for you
enjoy so pure
the falling leaves
the coloured candy
the pleasures of imagination
and that which is
and not that which we are
in self pity and self doubt
that you will grow into
with crushing puberty

Lady Enchantment of Sorcery

"Yo dude, fuck stay way from that thing, fuck I know magic is cool and shit but like, its gunna fuck you up dude, like seriously. I mean look at fucking society they all believe in magic."

All the flowers bloom in spring

Now starts the spring wars
lusting eyes ally with the winter depression
that was almost defeated on the front lines
but now there is a new battle to defeat
fuck you selfish animal emotions

The only experince for death

and death is at the back always
no matter how healthy no matter how well
and you may weep and beg
but these do not affect him
for we all weep and beg
in his cold face
so he would think
this is all man is
a weeper and a beggar
he desires to die

In the company of company

occasionally some men have ideas
those ideas are shared
other people misinterpret them
but its nice if the man who had ideas
found some one that can understand them

Tonight

Learning the unfortunate truth

"My good gentle men, yes you may hear her poor screams.
but unfortunately as it is gods humor,
the way in to which to have understanding
is not to do it right on the first, but
find all of which is not right first "

the black weight that never leaves

"yea just do that thanks
claw away my fucking scalp
its not bad enough im chained to this life
and just keep wasting all those caws
there not annoying at all "

In wanting to know the nature

Dear Lady Flower, please tell me
why is it when i pick you,
your beauty withers
and how is it
that you can change direction
with the slightest breeze
and what makes it
that such soft grace
can be more harsh
then the hardest of winters

Poem Reading

Tuesday 17th
Hope Gallery
1547 echo park ave.

Spencer Moody & Anthony Anzalone
reading from their collective works
6:30pm

and your invited to this fuck fest

Rested Laurels

in the world were its dog eat dog
those who sit apathetically
are twice devoured
and there laurel wreath crowns
seem so close
but they dont know how little
there doing to get them.

Room with an inner view

the man that sat out upon his porch thought
now that i have pushed to the edge of land
in going forward what do i do
perhaps i should of better enjoyed
those days of being choked in poverty
and swimming in the forest green
and stucko well i climbed out of.

What Lord byron wanted to say

drink of this goblet
learn of this book
face death still real
try not too feel

Aging Advice

"hey kid, wake up... come on"

"uh what the fuck old dude who are you?"

"hey im the guy who needs to teach you not to drink your
life away like this"

"why the fuck are you telling me this dude?"

"because if you do that you end up old and homeless
being the old guy that fucking tells kids not to waste there
life like i did and thats a shitty job"

"there all shitty jobs"

Confrontation of self void

The thoughts passed
well, i could leave and run from this
or well
i guess i could make something
so i dont have to look at it
and nothing ever really helped though
because your mind was busy choking and blinding yourself

Table for one with out

"hey come on, fuck, jesus,
dont fucking look at me light that"

"what do you think?,
im gunna fucking eat alone for ever? "
"Your wrong, one day, no, one day Ill fucking get married
or some shit"
"when these women stop being bitches,
or when i stop being a winey bitch"
"and learn maybe she could love me, and my insecurities"

"yea i dont have to eat alone man"

Who shall eat with out Company

the winter ravens
crave to devour young hopes
and we feed among them
letting them pick us clean
all while they cry
"coward coward coward"
because its hard to stand
when your starving to death

In the Hunters Heart

each dirty bird was categorized with a numbered memory
a personality trait traded for sticky romance and a semblance
of comfort
Placed in a glass collection of recollections
you can see just how each one was killed
by the unlover who was afraid to love anything
knowing it would fly off.

underconscious currents

No one around here ever swims in the water
even with nice weather
the purity has been tainted
One will get sick if they go in

Dark Heart

the night is hell
lightless
except for the fire
and when too close
you burn alive

In the a shit

"hey St. Anthony, why u always listen a shit music?
you never listen a good song"

"when we listen to music its to understand, communicate, and relate
with other humans"

"yea so why u dont want listen a good cool song you scared your not cool ?"

"metaphorically its kind of like war, you can bond by raiding people's villages
and doubling up on a south asian hooker.
And while that may feel good and cool and fun in the moment
when your done you have sticky disgusting sweat
and your heart knows those goods were forced"

"so what makes a shit music ok...?"

"The a Shit music is bonding through picking up
that bloody fucked up crying man next to you
knee deep in the mud and guts
and your there to hold him and take him away
with the risk of a bullet whipping your face off.
which do you want to be?"

"man u should just like try to feel good or like something you know."

vision can not determine decision

in a whisper remark who knows
perhaps sitting still is the movement
maybe constantly doing the content
and keep you mind in constant
of consideration
perhaps you will move
or
your still still if your still
only trying

The English Ideograms

"maaaaaan I fucking hate paintings with words on them,
Its like fuck you never see a god damn writter drawing
a sun when he wants to say sun.
there like emodicons of the painting world"

"You know what that says right"

"naw i dont speak italian"

"... it says, this is not a pipe, in french.
The painting would make no sense if it
didnt say that"

"NO its redundant to say that, of course its not a fucking
pipe. ITS A FUCKING PAINTING I ALREADY TOLD YOU THAT!"

" I never can tell if your a genius or retarded"

"Well then i dont have to worry about being retarded"

The Naive Native

Oh yea your totally right lady im the savage
your view of culture is real shit
we survive with the fittest
not play coy with the ficklest
we live off of the land
not off the back of a man