ELEPHANT SUMMER

i have an elephant poem at xTx.

DEN -->PDX

i am in portland now.

there seems to be some sort of 'youth culture' here.

feeling light-headed with the liberation of it all.

can someone show me and the gf around?

GEO//\\METRY: a photo essay of sorts

in high school i liked geometry. i think maybe the symmetry was soothing or something.


i liked remembering the postulates and theorems. i think because they were like laws and i was very interested in finding out the rules for life.

anyway, i got a C.


sometimes i like to look at shapes that are symmetrical next to shapes that are not symmetrical.




however, i can't look at them unless the number of symmetrical shapes is equal to the number of unsymmetrical shapes. it makes me nauseated. but in a good way.



i don't really know why this is.



when i pump gas, the cents must always be rounded to the nearest quarter.


if i wear a button up shirt it must be tucked in and i must either wear a belt or suspenders.

i don't really know why this is either.



this is the album art for my record. i think i like the mirror effect most. i like the skull face in the middle, below the birds.


i think i like it most because it happened by itself. the symmetry was there and by itself--without postulates or theorems.

HUNGOVER

i have a shorty story forthcoming in the next robot melon. the story is about a town of people that live on the face of a cliff in the ocean.

i have two poems forthcoming in GUSTAF 3. both poems were written while stoned.

i am listening to moondog. his wikipedia article reads like a fairy tale. this is a picture of him.



when i look at my stomach i can see down my shorts.

TREATING MY BLOG LIKE A TWITTER: PT. I

watchin big momma's house. martin lawrence = voice of our generation.

playing rockband, really enjoy lenny kravitz's "my way". seems to hold existential undertones.

have a sprained ankle, just tryin to RICE: Rest Ice Compress Elevate

just dumped a bag of trash on the kitchen floor, somebody has thrown away our wEeD yall!

wearing the same clothes for three days now

found a cool video by jeffery heart

watching tracie play call of duty, she's so funny! love her.

haven't stopped video games for like 12 hours yall, trying to see if the dog will give me a sponge bath with his tongue.

am confused. where have all my twitters gone?

WHAT I HAVE BEEN DOING LATELY

everything i have been doing has been for america. i feel very tired but then there is more america to see and america must be seen.

sometimes i feel like a small tree in a backyard with little strings tied around me. this feels okay. i am very tired. i would like to have a home i think. i think i would like to begin to eat food again. i feel like an alien sometimes. i feel like david bowie in 'the man who fell to earth' . except that when people offer me a tray of cookies i do not slap the tray into the air in slow motion while expressing a look of existential despair on my face. instead i eat them.

lately when i wake up i am usually in some strange new place. when i wake up in these strange places i must always try not to be afraid. i must stare at the ceiling for a few moments and think of where in america i am.

last night i woke up on a futon in a sub-basement walkdown. there was a little rat dog licking my face and a window high up on the wall where people walked. i heard a voice but i did not want to get up.

the other night i woke up in a creaky house. i got up and drank coffee. i became very nervous. i was afraid the house would collapse on me. i was afraid of america falling on my face. i went outside and tried to smoke a cigarette. i could not find a lighter. i felt even more nervous. i found spaghetti and then ate it. then i read leaves of grass and felt better.

There was never any more inception than there is now,
Nor any more youth or age than there is now,
And will never be any more perfection than there is now,
Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now.

i am a young man living in america without health insurance.

i would like to continue to see america. however, this is difficult when i am hurt. i am very sad because of my ankle. i am not allowed to step on america anymore. when i try to step on america i feel pain. i do not have health insurance and people have to carry things that my hands cannot.

now i am going to listen to townes van zandt and go to sleep.

LAKE ARROWHEAD

i have run naked through the mountains. i have jumped over a small fence. i have fallen on the small fence and the small fence has fallen on me. i have run on a sprained ankle. i have jumped in lake arrowhead and i have limped home. i have taken a delotid. i have woken up thinking of tom waits. i have crawled up a set of stairs. i have looked at the fibers of the carpet and thought about tom waits. i have made it to the top. i have eaten a bowl of cereal and i have stood in the doorway trying to decide if i wanted to eat another bowl of cereal or if i wanted to take all of my clothes off.

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the rain has been blowing me in and out of towns.


when i lay down i feel that i am being shaken.

my entire head is collapsing into my skull. i feel light-headed often. sometimes i feel dizzy. my scalp flakes onto my shirt. i pretend that i am in a sno-globe and shake my hair from a second story window.

when i lay down i always dream of laying face up in a field of snow.

my father once told me that when the it rains on a sunny day it is because the devil and his wife are being married.

i have recently acquired a straw hat. i feel maybe it will help me stand on corners and not have to look people in the eye. that would be 'okay'.


i think i may have found an apartment in lincoln. i don't know.



yesterday i played with a baby in a kiddie pool.

she suddenly stopped playing and began to stare at my face. her eyes turned red and then started pooping.

i came close to her and snowed flakes onto her head.