backyard bog filter connected to my swimming pool almost ready for testing : ) once it's full of gravel and water plants it will create a natural filter for the pool and replenish the oxygen used by the fish
and she cast me away just like that dotted line on the page saying nothing but receiving everything everything except wanting wanting everything i stumbled forward down the stoop of time into the street of days to the coast of man onto the boat of flags and raised my spirits there there i did strip off my coat my shirt my hat i did remove my watch as that boat left the coast slowly as if in no hurry as if looking for a simile as if serving a purpose as if looking for the prize on the high seas of my expectations like a pirate like a prince like a part time clerk at walgreens . . .
let go of your agony torture what was that word she told me let go of your anxiety your angst your miserable your sadness that’s not it the word was commiserate with how i feel half the time it was the perfect word i had never used it before now i’ve forgotten it turmoil upset incindiary visious dreams of pathos ahhhggh !! i know it’ll come to me in time if i try hard enough struggle bitter unrequited gosh i’ve strewn it everywhere that’s why i can’t give it up that’s why i didn’t even know i had it i hid it practiced it dreamed about it just this morning so familiar i believed it the thesaurus that’s where i’ll find it blank page black out lost disconnected bewildered what was that word when i remember it i will know what i’m supposed to let go of frustration remedial behavior relax release anguish
this is not paris with it's cozy homes for coffee drinkers or rome bold buzzing with vespas along the via dei sonoma it's san antonio a peninsula in the chihuahuan desert connected to the mainland mainly by the balcones fault the fissure that interrupts austin and also the road to houston in this cafe connected to a bike shop jutting out between broadway and ogden lane people are industrious 9 out of 10 are reading or online - make that 14 out of 15 i'm looking around pen poised in the air a woman opens the door and enters but doesn’t look at me just incase i’m caught in her peripheral vision i pretend not to see that would make it 15 out of 16 busy with the device of alternate reality
tony hoagland's real sofistikashun and the canon FX100 user's manual this camera will shoot in the dark which is how I feel about tony's book when he's doing his analysis and definition thing
then the poetry begins it leaps off the page you hit the power switch and the circuits light up so many features different styles are possible by adjusting the custom settings dial which is located at the front of the camera near the lens I think (going back again) about how bad my poetry is that it hardly ever works right once in awhile I get lucky
catch a break the stars line up or whatever it is skill and not knowing combine to create something audacious something that owes it's existence to no known source and that's how it is it's good that way no logical reason for wanting her no way to explain it can't stop trying reading helps