A. woke up one morning to the utter surprise...

A. woke up one morning to the utter surprise that he was no longer alive. He saw nothing, felt nothing, heard nothing, and thought nothing. Something about all that nothing bothered A.'s soul, so being the selfish thing that souls tend to be, It made A. come back to life, as if nothing ever happened because A.'s soul failed to inform his conscience.

So A. lived for many years, had his times of joy and sadness, and then eventually died, this time for good, without ever realizing that he had already been dead.

The Sky Monster

It is a half-belief in science
a semaphoric hermaphrodeity,
A gaze from a shy-eyed boy
traced with jealousy,
A crux force-fed with
the wranglings of destiny.

Festtage, Verbindungen, und was ich dafür bezahlte

smothered
faking any feeling
the steam
the smell overwhelming,
too greasy with a hint of physical neglect

What I've built is a bundle of energy,
potential quilted,
a possible memory
wrapped in flesh and blood, breathing eventually.

I swore I swore, cried and loved and cried
loved and cried and loved,
swore and lied.

rumble, rumble, ramble,
the people shift in
thier their coatsssss
moving at the speed relative
to ther their own reality
grumble, grumble, gamble


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this idea needs a friend, play with it.

And it burns with the words that a thousand taciturns wish to speak,
their tongues turned and tied with foundations of lies,
Whilst the swampy stillness swallows the creeks of our governess,
the fondness fowled in the the trenches our subtext allows,
sheltered from the mortars, our faces pasted, murmuring.

Consciously we expound the wrongs and mutterings we stutter in sleep,
the pensionaires pushing the sutures that birthed us so lovingly.

Temper shatters the tempered shadows

Hello, I see again , it's morning
The sun has broke the night,
the shards lay upon the ocean surface black.
It whispers waves upon the islands
where seagulls play with crabs along the sand,
And you are shipwrecked there, your sealegs broken,
But your spirit escaped unscathed and how it ran

I know, I know, I no, I know, I know, I know

The midday sun, it pours upon your shoulders
And turns them a shade of bashful red
as if your skin were shy before the sun.
The tide is out, so now you go collecting
mollusks from the tide pools in your hands,
To feed your empty stomach that's been twisting,
To settle with your spirit, how it ran

I know, I know, I know, I no, I know, I know

And as night falls, I see you're getting weary
Tiny strings are pulling at your head.
A lilliputian army makes it heavy,
Bound and tied to nature like the day your were born.

I know, I know, I know, I know,
I no, I know, I know.

6.22.1986

How do you name the names of places? the faces,
Streaming across the plane of My conscious,
The knowledge pounding like blocks in tetris, the metric system
Means nothing to us, and the crutches
Support us, our arms useless from tons of the lactic juices,
And it touches us, the hairs on our necks stand
At attention from the tension
Under which we lay.

Purlieu Blues.

Eyes up, seeking for to permeate the haze
Can you feel me rumbling in the clouds?
Have you lost control, will the distance kill the woe?

Seem's like the answer's in the cold, effervescing
Up throught the fissures in your lone dormitory window
To chill your cheek and nose.

Beneath gray skies, silhouettes and rows of stumbling blocks
Pave the path that pushes at your feet.
People, pigeon-toed line the streets in Sunday clothes

And shuffle through the gates of the unknown, and there you'll see me
Citing all the loopholes in your old promissory note
And your dowry has been sold.

But still you claim the world is based on opinions
Tracing your tangled hair to the knots inside your head
Although opinions make us of some importance, you know
When the pressure's on, you've a tendency not to show.

Hurumpfh

I was walking
down the empty streets til the night sinks in,
and steals out
from under my feet
All sense of reason gracefully
whisked away,
the sun is setting but we're soon all forgetting,
Our memories of
twisted sheets wrapped around bare ankles,
screams echo off the ceiling
And those who lay in pleasant captivity recommend all the things they're
pretending to be.

Two German Cereals that are Badass

Every morning, like many people, I need to start my day with a hearty bowl of vitamin fortified processed grain, so since I've been here in Germany, I've been exposed to some new types of cereal that are extremely delicious, and yet are not available in America. This post is half educational, half gloating, because I get to eat these as often as I want.

1.Kellogg's Chocho Toppas

Yes, Kellogg's, a brand that all of us are familiar with. This sort of cereal is also available in a somewhat different form. If you look closely, you'll see that these are essentially Mini-wheats, but wait! Why are they brown?! That's because they're chocolate flavored, yes Chocolate. So that means while you are chowing down on your plain frosted mini-wheats (which are also available here) I am basking in whole grain shredded wheat chocolatey goodness.















2. Nestle Chokella

Yes, around these parts Nestle is a major company. Beyond making it's candy (although all nestle candy bars here go under different names) they also manufacture cereal products. Now this form of cereal may also look familiar to you, in fact, strikingly similar to french toast crunch, being that the cereal pieces are shaped like tiny slices of bread. The difference here is that instead of being french toast style, they are covered with a nutella like substance, and thus I am more apt to call them a "Nutella Toast Crunch" type cereal. If anyone doesn't know what nutella is, it is a chocolate hazelnut spread meant for toast, and it's awesome.

(S)word play

And I am lying if I claim to be the lion
And I am lying beneath the lion's teeth, sighing.