Power
sometimes a song can make me cry, sometimes a poem sends me into a rage, sometimes a word makes me hurt, sometimes I don’t want to turn the page.
jgtaylor
Random Thoughts
so i’ve decided to learn a little about AJAX and started thinking about any application being built into the browser, with the ability to pop up layers with options, or the standard dialogs we’re used to – then I started thinking about how it would be cool to have some kind of caching mechanism so … Read moreRandom Thoughts
It’s Only Half a Moon Tonight
That son of a bitch moon is staring at meright through my window onto my deskand I know you’re looking in on mewith his xray-through-my-mind eyesand your particulate connection with him.Fine – watch me at this god forsaken houras I shift about and read endlesslythe garbage that is Kurt Vonnegut’sthrown away baby in a bag … Read moreIt’s Only Half a Moon Tonight
Tourist
I have seen summer in the winter and hate nested among love; Toppled trees and fat cruise ships seems it should be the opposite – and everyone is just happy they’re not in the sugar cane fields (anymore). I wonder at my assumptions for the world’s ambitions and perhaps when the 3rd world is your … Read moreTourist
while hours away and don’t dream, pink screams on the street blue screams on the toilet. Do you see them in the gutters with their snarling teeth bared, twisted empty guts, wanting life more than you do? cessation. endless death in Victory Mansions wishing abortion was the choice. Get on with it already. needles in … Read more
Where I’ve been
I’ve been off on holiday, and a bit of work in an awkward paradise. There were no strippers; just beautiful people, places, goats, birds, dogs, roaming horses and mules, cats and fish. There was sun and a warmth so comfortable, I dreamed at night. Colorful lizards hung along the walls and porch columns. I watched … Read moreWhere I’ve been
the recruiters motto
There’s a piÑata demanding destruction, a painting in the louver crying for a slice: good old American pie and sobbing for a time when dying was proud, before the diapers, the drugs, the machines, before the Ordained Murderists of the First Church of War made dying into the laughing stock of life, rolling on the … Read morethe recruiters motto
Saving The World
Saving the world, my world, it’s a big job that no one wants: tantrums and destruction, earthquakes and hurricanes. After the raging waters subside, there’s a lot to take care of. I can save my own world – sure; but I usually play the non-interventionist god and let the treasures be lost to sea, only … Read moreSaving The World
Falling Alseep
Places I’ve passed out: Bathrooms in Bars, Bus Stop Benches, Garbage Dumpsters, Abandoned Houses, High School Bleachers, Playgrounds: (swing sets, teeter-totters, merry-go-rounds) Back seats of open cars, Train stations, bus stations, Park benches, under bridges, stairwells, Bushes on the side of the road, Wooden Docks, up in a tree, Mountain Caves.
Drinking About You
A toy of forbidden pleasures A boy with excessive treasures A planet of desires, sooner or later we’ve got crossed wires. so, I’m sorry up front for the treasure map Though I don’t know if I’ll keep it held back since gold out lives old and some hand must have it now or later it’s … Read moreDrinking About You