(Three Six) Mafia

long gone
wishful seeing, doubtful
friendship stilll
lingering

long drive
towards me not
different location

breaks don't come fast enough
they never will
hanging out
not long

Untitled

Provoking
they are thoughts
walloping
immersion fluid

etched on
smeared
printed
sketched

tireless waning
suggestion, type
leaving one to,

bewilder
ponder
giver

Slide Effects

Slide.
turn quickly, pull hard
floor it

spin spin spin
release
floor it
nips nips <----- straight through. again.

Dos Anos

life long lived
too much asking
life long earned
too much working

happiness in a pond
ice in a smile
chapped emotion givers

rare moments hidden
deep(er) than usual
tough to find

only thoughts are what keeps us

sane. together. locked.

Fixing Something Outside in the Cold

Thought I lost you
In the frozen weather
So cold it became a statue
Time stopped working correct

We kept on working correct
Called it quits @ __ : ____ a.m.
Wanted to follow and be followed
@@@

Orange Flame

crackle crackle

wood black

snake like whistle

soft. silent. graceful.

pop

pop pop

warm much

increasing size, heat like

tender

La madrugada

La madrugada
Estoy c á lido
Estoy por
Levantarme

Pierdo el almanecer
T ú eres tan bonito
Se vas antes de levantarme
Todas las ma ñ anas

Crashing

salsa con queso
bang bang smack smack
too long of a break time
there's no turning back

triple checking too long
double checking not enough
meet in the middle

restful earliness
not for me
though recommended
pleaseing(ful)(ness)(ly)

Hiding Spot

Back then I crawled away and under
Sat and shivered in the hiding space
Fear made room for bathroom desire
Fun can be scary (and vice-versa)

Back then I was one
Seeker - even scarier
(Now) to both parties (all tomorrow's)
Not just the one every so often

Back then I crept behind the bush and waited
Would sleep there if I could
La noche made me "el uncalled for"
No doubt I was "el most elusive"

Knight Tyme

think long
little friend
your mind is hungry

sleep fast (little friend)
your cheek wants a hug
deep(er)

rub rub
though not too rub rub
it would hurt

much

open up
tiny eyes
hours longer
awaits you

On the second floor

Thoughts are these
mindbug refreshers
steadying the hand
descriptions on paper

trembling
TREMBLING
trembling
is this really what counts?

wise to think that the words are special
that words take presidency
ontop of meaning most
but honestly...

what if the hokey-pokey is what it's all about?

Look Sharp

Breakneck speeds
Brakeneck timing
You = win (again)
You have got to (go)
I beg you try
And want it more
You are fast(er) and far(er)

Sit me down
Give me an offer I can't refuse
(I) will take it and run
Something sharp (to wear)
For the job
On the job I do nada
Pero la noche comes fast and far

Finals

screaming fool
it's too late
or is it too early?
my mistake

stunned eyes
mos def
frozen mind
internally yes

jacks mid air
hands a clapping fast
hoodwinks running loud
is it quiet mode yet?

Secret Agent Bliss

It is that which I am up to
Long stairs
Beds of grass on each
Cold hot stairwells
Me out of breath when I get to the top
Like a gazelle I hop right up to the top top

At the top top top
I walk like on a mission
I don't listen
No stimuli external
I share a drink
Or a drink is shared with me
Get up and out of there

I speak for the lynx prowling
And the bottle cap spinning
Red-white spinning top into a drain
And the neighborhood kids poking their heads down around in to see
The red-white spinning top go down around in
And that's all folks
No games and no prizes
No Chinese finger traps nor flavored powder sticks

Tula

lost key

NO sense

lost BRain

no ENTRY


skinny kid

absent mind

run quicklyer

its on dan's tyme

Thirst.

Studying hard.
Finals a foot, thirst much
i am thinking

Cup is content
my quench is not.
Styrofoam glass
made of haze

The cup it speaks
though
environment + hate?
acquitted

9:33 a.m.

Sam comes in
Game? he asks
Wish I could, I say
Though I could go

Hot damn
Got a few more hours yet
You and your Houndstock
Off you go

On The Couch

I am tired. should I nap?
or should a i walk? wearing a cap.
I think its time to put my self away.
Find what i want, amongst the things i have.
is it important to continue thinking of the things we like?
or to reach for the things we never thought we could get but always wanted.


...i dunno though....just a thought.

In a Bathroom Washing las manos

You - an illusion
Me - see past your tricks
Grandeur and delusion
Ya do it all for kicks

Snow Travel's to Marvs

The night is cold. The wind is wind. Marvs is not hoppin. But the GCB is.
My stomach lunges. Though not at me. For he is hungry. For a GCB.


Marvin's, home of "the best chow in town."

Dream in a Midday Nap

It was nighttime.
Scott and I stood outside the back of a restaurant. This area appeared to be a small chair- and table-less patio.
I vaguely remember discussing cigarette smoking. I was not doing so, but Scott might have been.
Max had left prior to this scene. Where he went I don't know.
The road behind the restaurant - our view from the back patio - was similar to College Street.
This led me to believe that Max and a gang of other DePauw students were walking up this street, possibly to visit us.
I thought it might be fun to hide from them, so I told Scott to hide behind a nice big pine tree on the left outside wall of the restaurant.
We laughed at the silliness of the idea and situation, but even with all our shuffling and noise the group did not detect a single thing.
They must have been too focused on entering Julianne, a building that seemed so familiar to its counterpart.
I finally resorted to making strange noises to get their attention.
END SCENE
I'm sitting on a couch. I can't tell if I'm dreaming, falling asleep, or in some other unbalanced state of mind.
I feel very strange but immensely comfortable on this plush sofa.
Christmas music is playing in the background and it feels nice and warm in this living room of sorts, a room eerily similar to that of the home in which I lived during the first five years of my life.
I know others are sitting and talking in this same room, but I don't know who they are.
I'm not sure if the television is on or not.
I feel utterly content.
END SCENE

Unos pareados de rima

Some Rhyming Couplets

Takes forever
Not even clever

Moves slow
Nothing to show

Wants to sleep
Too big a heap