screaming at low volumes
jgtaylor He stared into the shifting eyes of his prey – a victim he wasn’t really interested in hurting, just getting him out of his way. The eyes were deep and sorrowful with splashes of anger occasionally flickering across the dullness of the waiting.
And now, in the East Wing Oblivion! ho-fuckin’-ray! Bra-Fuckin’-Oh! bad room in bad hotel porn on in the background she’s going up and down I’m puffin’ with one hand holding the beer with the other when i clap her upon the head – damn – not a thing to do. i make mental note and … Read moreWishing for Oblivian
… it seemed so foreign. I wonder if that’s because i never took any long school trips. I always seemed to move right before whatever school trip i had worked towards, only to move away from the new school in time to miss their trip as well.
It was October, 2003 – Washington, DC. I had just gotten back from Montreal, Jeff & Alex were out visiting me and the night this picture was taken, a crossroads formed.
At what point do we figure out if we’re good or bad at something? Do we see ourselves going down backwards on the staircase and not notice it? I have borne out my suspicions that I am not a good communicator. Meek whispers though they were, I caught notice and listened carefully. And now on this day, I have studied their complaints and have agreed. Not all is lost, however.
On a trip to Montreal where I was crashing a wedding. Arrive by plane in Hartford, CT, hit New Haven for Dinner, a party, an hour of sleep, the road to Montreal, arrive wedding (after changing in bathroom at last gas station in USA), hit hotel … off to reception where drunk is only the … Read moreUpstate NY
It’s a day if it’s any day and today is one of those – working stiff calling out working stiff pressing down picket fence, lawns, swings suburban dreams. hallucinogen in twilight’s forest gleaming last night last night of hoo-rah first light of going home. Cadillac dreading mold mildew – not frames – keep it up … Read moreSunday Night Comming Home
You (in all your glory) have me (in my submissive posturing) wondering about you and your glory and how that might be just me wishing you were an angel, sent from somewhere to save me from something that I might never know about, here to alleviate this profound loneliness (oozing) from too many nights alone, … Read moreWondering Lonely
It’s a cold dream on grey days where slippery slopes make slippery ways to question what these things are for a slice of love or pudding for the poor? No one but me seems to see these thoughts that I once thought should get a sane person locked up. but not for that, not for … Read moreScreaming Dreams @ Culture
an act of genius has proclaimedall lands between the tracksand the fence by the streetto be the dumping groundsfor throwaway children of disemboweled lives – I know this because I’m on the train and the lives are scattered down hillsides to meet me traveling south, waving hello just as the children did a hundred years ago when the U.P. came … Read moreTrain Trash Tracks