From A Hill Over The River

a hill
from underneath
is invisible
still flowers
growing through
point swaying towards the sun
like any golden ray would
tell it on to lock
the beating polyrhythms
create aural light cascades
as though ridden
farther away
to face winds
blown down crippling corridors
the dark ends of the street
quiet for nothing but
alibis clinging
together like cold
hands rippling
leathery parchments
creased in
the basement
of mercy street

No News Here

leave it to the baptists to point out the obvious.

Hot In The City, Tonight

Its so hot today for a winter day in November-because 80 fucking degrees is ridiculous this time of year. Global Warming? That's just gobbledegook cooked up by those brainwashed wacko liberals, right?

All I know is that there are places in the world where the median temperature has gone up more than 1.5 degrees in the last 20 years, generally a phenomenon that takes HUNDREDS of years. So who is responsible is really a moot point now-we ARE running out of oil. The global temp IS going up. Tidal waves, subsea earthquakes and tsunamis ARE becoming more frequent and most importantly-they're getting stronger. If SF were to have a quake similar to the scope and size of the one in Chili, we'd be FUCKED. SOMA, The Marina and other parts of the city would liquify instantly or be underwater altogether. At least where I am now is on bedrock so its going to shake like crazy and break stuff but won't be swallowed by the earth at least.

the jaded underworld

There's no point in choosing
which way, which path?
stick to the soft shoulder
can I cry on you
when my soul feels empty
or drink from you
like a glass of wine
in verticle puddles
growing in my mind...

Will we say goodbye
again...to those still alive?
will we last through the night
or get lost...again
in a pool of a thousand eyes?
the acting trip is over,
the sun is up
will it use up all
the rest of me
to rise above?


fuck this...I can't wait around for the sun to shine again