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Monday 25 May 2009

The last leaf

One of my grandmother's favorite poems. March 1909 - 25 May 2009

And if I should live to be The last leaf upon the tree In the spring, Let them smile, as I do now, At the old forsaken bough Where I cling.

Thursday 16 April 2009

roots

                                                                                     I am of a machinist and a farmer.
  
                                           The suburbs of Chicago.   
                               Detroit.                                         Iowa.
                      tools.                                             truck
                                                                       red         blue
                                                            chevrolet                ford
                                               advanced design                      F-100
 
Nicolaus Westra     George Frederick Johnson                   Norman Opdahl

Saturday 14 February 2009

wondering


  how it could have been

  where it would have gone

  as a moment 
  of being
  instead

Tuesday 4 March 2008

tattoo

rat a tat tat

Astronomers on the history channel with a taste for Apples.

The zodiac 
   precession 
since it was frozen 
          2k years ago, 
                                       no longer an aquarius?

DVD enemy at the gates - bloody war - no sound.

A girl 
              with long black hair short bangs
                                a short dress 
                     laying on a table next to me having 
                     father forgive me tattoo'd across her chest.  
arkansas oregon outlines one on each of her fore arms

another man, 
      a rectangle inscribed tall-wise on arm reclining.  
His partner sits and waits nearby.

  Annie, Ren, J.D. and Jessie Bob

Tatsoul chair
                            clear plastic wrap on vynil

    blood 
      ink

liner
shader

                 tired. awake. different.

Black Leather Couch.  Red walls.  A Blackbird.

sun streaming down outside with dark clouds in the distance.
   agitated.
getting busier as the day goes on.

noise of two shaders and one liner all going at once.
right brain left brain
after care instructions and some ointment

I am now marked.

Monday 25 February 2008

mu shu

 Edie: museepingwithoneshoe
 Sent at 3:29 PM on Monday

 me: 

 mushu onetoe
 cold
 mushu onetoe
 warm
 mushu seeping
 *cough*

Monday 12 February 2007

Premier billet

OZYMANDIAS

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,
The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains: round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ozymandias