April 2010
7 posts
tom waits on the internet
tom waits pulls into
a gas station on
the internet
and says
‘what kind of
bourbon will make
tumblr relevant
again’
foreign wilderness
when my parents logged into tumblr a huge vortex of RGB pixels passed across their vision, leaving a silent void / blank screen dull white fading into forms / now they sit in a clearing of deep greens. a faded yellow 1970s sky hovers a meter above their heads / now my parents see in all directions: small windows of sacred light tunneling off infinitely - north south east west past present...
pacsun trippin hard
in the green backyard of
a house where
7 beautiful women
live together in white,
Victorian rooms,
there are tables crowded
with empty cans of beer
/
the sun sets and i watch
the sky turn to a dark blue,
that way it does after that
interesting day-drunk euphoria.
the women here seem
bored or sexless and the men
slide between each other telling
sports stories or war stories
/
i see...
rare anger
feeling something
very strong about
another person
sometimes happens
when you are answering
their boring emails
/
‘oh yeah, i’m too busy today
to work on that project’
but you know they are just
in a cafe somewhere
spending their parent’s money
and staring at facebook
/
i don’t know how to
make money doing what i love.
i don’t know how to make
...
no romance
at night the train takes me
back home though miles of
warehouses filled only with
the dead dreams of
gen-X performance
artists.
/
i’ll go home and read
a book about the early
years of the internet. my
subconcious will
breifly hover near the
surface of my skin,
before i fall into
a deathly urban
sleep.
national park
we drove
for hours through
the wasted city.
at the edge of some hills
a green blanket
unfolded.
a massive fence
with dark greeness
inside, for miles.
the visitor’s center
had metal detectors.
the wi-fi was
pretty fast.
