finally, a loss at home

My sister says she can
SEES THE SHADOW
cats, promises enough
of the window and gets
with the way like a blister
or black hole. Both whisker promise.

hop, get ready

Shadow cats,
I got a brand new messenger
bag. Let's go to Mount
Rushmore and other
geographic centers,
compounds. Mass,
smelling salad, literally 2
minutes. Wisconsin
for booze.

Happy Birthday Torgerson

the sun is coming down on the strip
of park that ran for a block between
Stone and Fulliam. The seven-toed
cat has plenty of water. There are
crawdads out back where your Father
was going to build the fall and stream.
Golf balls on the porch, your neighbor
John's shit is all over the yard, his bikes
are in the lane. Remember always
switching rooms with your sisters?
And the Packard Bell
with two c.d. rom drives.

This weekend is over

Apeshit paranoia -
what's done is done -
we're never leaving
when there's work.
Gotta hear what's
gonna be heard.
Sit tight, we'll see up
until you sleep.

Welcome to Heaven, full of wins and frozen pizza

Agreeing to be denizens
must be burning all
we can see together,
empty out your old circles
and climb into the carriers
lining your mouth with carpet.
Exit wounds lead some
where they always needed
to be. From here the entire
world looks like a wild pair
of open legs, blinding
and as global as the sea.
Midway through the kill
you realized you held
the sword.

goodnight everyone

looking into an apoplectic breeze
as the sycamores drop their leaves,
everything is starting to stare
and the whole world likes a pair
of spread legs
leaking diesel.

Enjoy your stay

business bikes
and out of control shirts,
fingers dancing
with impatience.
come sit down
on my face with
the rats from
the crawl space.

Welcome to Hell, we have books and cigars

she told us a romance
over the better part
of a decade. Once
it was over we raised
4 children.
It was classic depictions
versus old fashioned,
mutual self denial.
Here there is no end
to the world just proper
courting rituals.

by remote instinct

she screamed
so many ways
to listen,
listen to us
against the break
in the ground,
it says die.

burning over phono

Not the town,
your powers
she said
walking around Lake Calhoun,
the water's young take sleep
in their ears
taking store of memory,
even the deceptions,
would ripen
their perceptions.

return of the to-do

for Saturday and Sunday

1. bicycle
2. clean room
3. do some laundry before it gets out of control
4. write songs with Ian and Adam
5. attend Austin's graduation party
6. sit on the porch and listen to music, enjoying this nice weather
7. talk to Mom and Dad
8. talk to Susan
9. learn how to use MS Frontpage to update Never Ender website.

Just got back from Iowa. So many tapes.

Who had a picnic
in the tub
all full of shit
over cakes and super sand?

CAFFEINE FREE MOUNTAIN DEW

CAFFEINE FREE DIET MOUNTAIN DEW

for everyday for all I care

this familiar
grint
found friends
because the tie

kevin had no idea that he and i were blogging

grant: so, it all comes back together
grant: when my pet robot broke up it became hugs and MLIW
kevin: That first band was better.
grant: my pet robot?
grant: i know!
grant: nothing tops mpr
kevin: Exceop MHP.
kevin: *Except
drunkenboat93: MHoP?
kevin: Yup.
grant: are you forgetting vine and the archer?
grant: the correct answer is "nope"
grant: i need a chorus peddle and a wah
kevin: You have all that you need.
grant: are you telling me, that when i'm ready, i can dodge bullets?
kevin: I don't have to.
grant: dodge bullets?
kevin: Exactly.
kevin: What would you do if I learned a martial art?
grant: learn a better one
kevin: Good answer.

could be finding a spot

So all these goings on. New places to rest.
Familiar people becoming the first point
of contact and reintroductions are the song.
Get smiling, fuck the weekend.
Perfect pockets lack the summer
without a breezy night.