new blog blah blah

to whoever may come across this page by some odd occurrence:

i now have my stuff over at www.smokerbuddy.com

i'll be updating that one from now on. thanks.

having a life of a time

so, i wrote this last summer ( June 16th to be exact)- it was unbearably hot in Stockton and, needless to say, i fucking hated it. though night-rides on the bike helped to make up for my hatred of the sun, valley summers are something i am trying to avoid experiencing ever again.

what i was trying to touch on in this piece, i suppose, is the way in which we project our priorities onto the world around us. it's entertaining to me how we build our lives like a book-like it's supposed to lead to this riveting memoir-or maybe that's just what i do…

having a life of a time

the day isn't perturbed
by our little motions around
the earth

the dead leaves
in my word choice
still won't kill me
like
wearing the legs of
the wounded
doesn't keep me from walking

a petty voice
and pretty words
is no gift, really
(especially when you don't give it)
and
lies are like stories-

fiction mixed with open
power lines

novelty crossed with
pure electricity

noble intentions to
kindle and warm and
burn like brush like
the paper-thin people
around me
like
the temper that flares in my face-
in my running feet-
in my overheating hands that
can barely keep from reaching out and
grabbing the fire that surrounds them