Carolina Chocolate Drops - I Truly Understand (Sleepover Shows)

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Closing . . .

My dreams are not usually very surreal . . .

Last image before waking this morning: A suburb out of Edward Scissorhands, no trees, no clouds, only cookie-cutter houses all in a row, but where I live is a giant skull with a wide, endless stream of brown ants pouring out of its mouth and funneling into the road.

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Inception, The Social Network, or I’m Still Here?
Woke up humming this, wonder what I was
dreaming about? Video Games brought me
here. New ink. We conquered the thunderstorms!
The pilot was fantastic! Who wants to come
with me? That is the question. Canfield’s diet
black cherry fudge soda, heavy on the ice,
splash of vodka. Summer awesomeness. Cake
Is Just A Four-Letter Word. Always wanted
the General Lee with the welded doors and the horn.
Baseball on the radio. Classic everything
turns to candy Americana. I thought
they were going to take my new candidate
for dumbest movie ever away. Salad’s made.

Reconfiguration

Satellite pots and pans
you don't own the DNA
nail in my charms

The heart is the future
if-she-do road
starts slow, a beating drum

Wild coffin baby
the last damned goodbye
says

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Linguini, fettuccine, martini, bikini!
What is this rapture shit? Fun times tomorrow!
Come to downtown Danbury and write and color
all over the sidewalks! Party like a rock
in front of our beautifully restored fountain
in front of City Hall. Stop licking the cat,
baby, put on heart shaped sunglasses. Make
sense? The backyard trees are on a hawk path.
You follow me, I follow you. Black Lips
Voice of a Generation. This huge spider
was in my house! I love the iPhone! Classic
Americana. Kinda see-through and totally
Who wants to come? Volcano erupts in Iceland—
I guess I should go to the liquor store now.

Harold Camping Wasn't Wrong

The rapture happened yesterday but there was no one worth taking.

UPDATE:
It turns out the rapture happens everyday but there's never anyone worth taking.

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Gonna blow this thing up! 150th
anniversary of the Civil War
= just another excuse for the town
of Litchfield to fire cannons near my house
during naptime. I can't count how many times
the money from the tooth fairy was found
on the floor. Baby, put on heart shaped sun-
glasses. This is my jobhunting look. Going
out to dinner wearing a top that's way
too low, kinda see-through and totally
inappropriate! Who wants to come with me?
Where Rocky stood! And I am still listening
to Under the Boardwalk in my mind. A new
fortune cookie has been delivered to you.

from The Secret Truths

Lovers who whisper together . . .
wake up violets . . . [commented out!]

from The Secret Truths

The light in the room shifts
the first time a child
beats his dad at Madden.

from The Secret Truths

Sitting on the hood of my car,
arm around my little girl—
a thousand stars is nothing.

from The Secret Truths

Every time a cardinal flies
past a window someone
shoots himself in the head.

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Stop licking the cat! What Lies Behind Your Eyes?
It must be the weather. Italy in June
is not bad—who wants to come with me? Honestly,
what is it with Tuesdays? Some days the best
thing about my job is that my chair spins.
What kind of person are you really? I am
loving the new Beastie Boys album. Mesa
Verde is such a magical place—who
wants to come with me? Stop licking the cat!
It must be the weather. Pukkelpop in August
announced today! Tuesdays should be abolished
and replaced with a second Saturday to help
us recover from Monday. Diggin' Hot Sauce
Committee Part 2. What kind of person are you?

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Brazilian Woman Wins Right To Masturbate
At Work! Awesome. Every light on my dashboard
that could be on is on. If I am without
my car for even a day I bring my ipod
or listen to NPR. I can't stomach
regular radio. I never stop dancing
for a dark and sleepy Monday. I will spend
five minutes picking up and balancing
as many things as possible to carry
upstairs before I'll make two trips. Do you
need to empty a closet in order to clean it?
The less you have around you the less you
have to clean up. It's taken so long, but it's nice
to know you'll be waiting w open arms.

Sweet Dreams

What I Listened To All Weekend, part 2

. . . though I often skip right to the 0:47 mark.

What I Listened To All Weekend, part 1

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Leaving the Budget Subcommittee Meeting
tonight, I stopped in front of our beautifully
restored fountain in front of City Hall.
Karate chop no evil, pinch no evil,
squash no evil. More proof that pageant mothers
are fucking nuts. James out and Haley in . . .
one man, one vote can make a difference!
Oh man, that must have been awesome. I'm on
the hunt for a real good film scanner. My
next move? I just have to accept the fact
they're gone, move on & keep the memories.
Party like a rock star, that's what I'm going to do!
I need to get out of this house more. Is Gaga
channeling Carole Channing or Cruella?

Morning Abstract

The idea
advances
across the sky.

Blue
cereal wings . . .
old twittering machine.

The Plan for Thursday

So
I should
come home again,

eat,
then head
to Vaughn's practice?

Let
me know
when you know.

Four for International Make-Out Day

Spread

your body
on mine
like Nutella


Yum

I break down
your polymeric
macromolecules


Completely

absorbed
of another
body coming home


To Think God

or heaven
would diminish
the moment
 

Stay

Be my ketamine—
keep me
safe.

When

I
say I
it’s someone else.

While

 
I See You

under
the picnic
table—let’s dance.


Good

I
want to
but I don’t.


Bad

I
need to
but I can’t.


Yes

Make me
sing
like a theremin.
 

Forces of Nature

blizzard
brushfire
cyclone
earthquake
erosion
hail
hurricane
lightning
mudslide
poet
sandstorm
thunder
tornado
tsunami
typhoon
volcano
jk

Grow

Was going through some old files and came across an old favorite by Joe Ceravolo that I had typed up.

Grow
by Joseph Ceravolo

I fight and fight.
I wake up.
The oasis is now dark.
I cannot hear anything.

The wind is felt
and the stars and the sand
so that no one
will be taken by pain.

I sit next to the bushes,
Hercules couldn’t move me,
and sleep and dream.

The sand, the stars are solid
in this sleeping oasis,
alone with the desert and
the metaphysical cigarette.
 

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