Monday, March 24, 2008

These are stream of concious, written and edited in about 5 minutes and I'm wondering if this is a better, worse, or just different format for me.




Furious flailing between line and white page exacerbates anger do not call it rage you would only exact the perilous extraction drawn to the scent of my putrefaction

The push and the pull when its all in the mind and you thought that you’d think well that’s where you went wrong thinking about thought is the last thing you should think, I thought you knew i thought you knew what it meant when you look in the depths and see only yourself well here I am spelling it out in words dripped from a pen from a finger cut finger short circuiting my keyboard to be on equal terms with my head

Despair is so dated well damn maybe if I were despair instead of just in it I’d get some of that action but how much creation can flow from negation when a soul is see through and the thoughts about thinking are doubtful where does a drive fit in, truth is the drives take their eponymous seat and the sins are whats in the simple stupid drives you deeper down that road in a hunter s thompson night where its always las vegas and youre never not high on some new medication released by your brain but I wouldn’t be surprised if that’s whats called insane





personally in terms of work to reward i think these come out better than my more formal stuff, it at least cuts a bit a on my constant pretension but my tendency towards random rhyme remains no matter how fast i type.

1 comment:

Michael Bellmore said...

Despair is so dated well damn maybe if I were despair instead of just in it I’d get some of that action