tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145203572011-11-27T17:30:51.970-06:00It can happen fast, if it happens at all.Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.comBlogger291100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14520357.post-51873620958850607692007-09-11T21:05:00.000-05:002007-09-11T21:06:22.842-05:00

Born into sinLive to LoseDie alone.Nothing.

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14520357.post-61449040068199121862007-04-16T21:13:00.000-05:002007-04-16T21:24:12.402-05:00

Today, after work, while walking from the car to my front door, a dark green Converse High Top All Star tennis shoe dropped right in front of me. Straight down from the sky, it appeared, to bounce directly three feet in front of me onto the sidewalk.I looked up, and in the tree above me, on a branch stood a small thin boy. He appeared to be around 15 years old. He wore a bright yellow shirt,

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14520357.post-30117013405731107642007-01-05T20:58:00.000-06:002007-01-05T20:59:39.970-06:00

that Consuming Whore.

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14520357.post-78288242452725152152007-01-01T00:11:00.000-06:002007-01-01T00:12:24.169-06:00

From Mac and Lilly.Good luck to us all.

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14520357.post-1153711433059323682006-07-23T22:12:00.000-05:002006-07-23T22:23:53.070-05:00

He mourned the loss of his pet.She died only after a month in his house, turned blue and got stiff.He buried her in the community garden on Ravenswood under the orange tulips because orange was the her favorite color.His sadness mellowed a bit now, under the wave of after-work martinis and cocaine in the bar bathroom, but it still lurked in his stomach and lower. He wanted a new pet, something to

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14520357.post-1152429546346126492006-07-09T02:14:00.000-05:002006-07-09T02:19:06.356-05:00

I'm waiting for you.Always in the kitchen with a beer in one hand and a cigerette in the other.Will I see you out the window?Or are you already in the room, in my mind?I don't know what you look likeor what music you likeor what you like to wearbut somedaywe'll stand hereleaning against the sinknakedmy hand on that spot, on your hipyour head hair in the crook of my neckand the wind will blow

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Only Denomination$.

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14520357.post-1149992271137822692006-06-10T21:14:00.000-05:002006-06-10T21:17:51.160-05:00

I didn't give up on youI gave up on me.I've lived a thousand lives in my head.I'm thinking of those hot August nights.Do you think of me when you shut off the light?I'm driving the streets in a dream,numb muddy emotionCould I be the pillow for your tears?Could I be the mirror for your smile?I still hear your laughter; it echoes on my empty street.

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14520357.post-1145330634909063142006-04-17T22:21:00.000-05:002006-04-17T22:25:16.676-05:00

A sharp pointed cornered Cube plops into the Amber Liquid.It swirls clinks plinks in the sunlit reflected glow, bobbing among the waves and eddies.The corners soften, then smooth, then round out.The Cube becomes a sphere,and then disappears.Only a memory.

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"I see you have a cross hanging there. Are you Christian?" she asked."No.""There's a Koran on your shelf. Are you Muslim?""No.""Here's some Saint Votives. Are you Catholic?""No.""I see some books about Buddhist teachings and essays. Are you Buddhist?""No.""Hey, a tape of Gregorian Chants. Are you--?""No.""What about this tape of Chinese Pipa: are you--?""No.""What about this I Ching--?""No.""And

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14520357.post-1143350875000699042006-03-25T23:26:00.000-06:002006-03-25T23:27:55.016-06:00

But I can still hear what has been left behind me.

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14520357.post-1137463546127144882006-01-16T19:56:00.000-06:002006-02-03T20:04:56.800-06:00

The midnight-blue Ford sedan parked across the street outside his kitchen window had three parking tickets. They stuck on the driver's side, fluttering in the breeze. It had sat there for weeks before Brookstone Fowler actually noticed it. Until it caught his eye, it had merely been part of the daily background. Another car parked against the curb with other cars of other colors lined up before

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14520357.post-1136785258941004262006-01-08T23:31:00.000-06:002006-01-08T23:40:58.963-06:00

When is it time to leave the party?How do you know?You sit alone on a too small couch watching everyone laugh and drink and smoke and smile and kiss and gesture and gather candy and cake while you sip your drinkWatching.Friends come by where you sitor strangersand you forget for a momentthe constant nagging sadnessBut then, as parties tend to do, the crowd shifts and minglesand you're alone again

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14520357.post-1136012470951174972005-12-31T00:56:00.000-06:002005-12-31T01:01:10.990-06:00

He lived alone in a two-flat next to a graveyard on Zombie Avenue.He hadn't seen his neighbor below for a couple of years. They used to hang together, but lost touch one forgotten day. He could still hear the goings-on through the shared heating vents in all the rooms. Contact remained, by one degree, through the black metal grates in the floorboards.* * *A work in progress.

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14520357.post-1134544649957747802005-12-14T01:14:00.000-06:002005-12-14T01:17:29.966-06:00

I need to do something bold.Make a change.Send a ripple out into the Galactic River I'm drowning in.Strike a hard 3-chord in my mind and ride the feedback.A fish (Pisces) that does not move, dies.

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14520357.post-1132978255262643952005-11-25T22:09:00.000-06:002005-11-25T22:11:27.433-06:00

I'll gently squeeze a woman's arm and say,"It's going to be alright."And we'll both believe it.And it will be all right.

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14520357.post-1132727575626006882005-11-23T00:31:00.000-06:002005-11-23T00:32:55.636-06:00

The world disappears.But it always returns when I open them.

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14520357.post-1132432891287773832005-11-19T14:40:00.000-06:002005-11-19T14:41:31.286-06:00

There is always this good time waiting (see the 11:00 p.m. band!).

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14520357.post-1132432732810522152005-11-19T14:38:00.000-06:002005-11-19T14:38:52.820-06:00

Do you become your own Idol?And then would have to kill yourSelf?

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14520357.post-1132426061319033372005-11-19T12:46:00.000-06:002005-11-19T12:47:41.333-06:00

If you keep your hands from getting dirty in the first place.

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14520357.post-1131857553305744602005-11-12T22:20:00.000-06:002005-11-12T22:52:33.330-06:00

I awake.I feel the heat of sun on my body as I lay on my back.In grass, it feels, in a place unknown, yet familiar.When I open my eyes, all I see is the gray blanket of clouds. They cover the entire sky or ceiling above me. Not moving, perfectly still, they filter through a, seemingly, bright and burning sun. I surmise that, if this grayness were to disappear, the world I awoke in would shine

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14520357.post-1131176104094400682005-11-05T01:33:00.000-06:002005-11-05T01:35:04.103-06:00

One more cigarette,and finish this last beer.Then I'll slip into bed,and disappear from the waking world.

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14520357.post-1129305774952443202005-10-14T10:57:00.000-05:002005-10-14T11:34:48.923-05:00

I am a Writer who never WritesI am a Worker who hates to WorkI am a Drinker who rarely DrinksI am a Stoner who never SmokesI am a Lover who has no one to LoveI am an Observer who cannot SeeI am a Talker who says NothingI am a Sociallite with no Social LifeI am a Faithful who hates ReligionI am a Artist who never DrawsI am a Seeker who does not SearchI am a Hub who has no NetworkI am a Hugger who

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14520357.post-1128835515987755502005-10-09T00:16:00.000-05:002005-10-09T00:39:19.143-05:00

The Apartment is flooded with light; nearly every lamp or overhead light is on.A scented candle burns on the sofa table.Ska, hardcore, and punk plays on the stereo at low volume.With the windows closed, little can be heard from the Outside World. Maybe a scream or car alarm sounds at times, but, for the most part, an eerie silence holds the night.A man is seen stretched out on a too small couch

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14520357.post-1127101700145722312005-09-18T22:40:00.000-05:002005-09-18T22:48:20.150-05:00

Sunny day with a perfect breezeRiding with a pretty girlsoft sad music on the radioRelatively good moodconsidering the slight hangoverTwinkling laughterthat kidnaps me every timeSurrounded by faces on DevonThen a sky on the ceilingand statues by the lounge benchA pretty girl behind me at another tableDark hair, slender face, Moon eyesA couple joins usTasty food, but little conversationI don't

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14520357.post-1126674669002530102005-09-14T00:08:00.000-05:002005-09-14T00:11:09.006-05:00

Powerful.One sentence can start a Chapter.Or end a Book.One sentence can create a Happy Beginning or a Bitter End.It just depends on what that one sentence holds.Be careful what you write.

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14520357.post-1126584067610387202005-09-12T22:54:00.000-05:002005-09-12T23:31:09.496-05:00

Someday.Maybe a hot August nightand we want to wash away the day's sweat.Maybe a chilly-cruel February dayand we need to warm the cold ache in our bones.We'll step into the showerand wash away the days worry grime fear workand wash it all downsharing a beer under the falling waterI'll clear Our Hair trapped in the drainintertwined into and around each other'sto allow the water to flow better

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14520357.post-1125211429708795992005-08-28T01:38:00.000-05:002005-08-28T01:43:49.713-05:00

I threw you my heart.You let it drop.It laid on the ground beating.I danced and balanced alongThe Thin Line Between Love and HateAnd landed on my feetTime and distance did their thingEasing pain and giving perspectiveTonight, I felt Nothing.But, that may be a liea self-survival techniquethere is still a tiny part of the moon peeking from behind the cloudsNever say "never"I can't seem to shut the

Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02184270238619489370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14520357.post-1124683938737790952005-08-21T23:06:00.000-05:002005-08-21T23:12:18.743-05:00

Arch your backand look to the ceilingand I'll do the same.Circle your hipsand touch my chestand I'll do the same.I'll push.You Pull.Let it out.Let me In.Run you fingers through my hairand kiss my lipsand I'll do the same.Rub against meand lick my earand I'll do the same.I'll push.You pull.Let it out.Let me in.Let's come together.

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