Genre Specific (series)

Genre Specific

Simply Peachy

Your skin is like a white flesh peach
paired well next to top sirloin beef
and if we have to be discreet
publicly I'm impeached
sitting on a beach on beach street
drinking muai thai, reading a juniper leaf
waiting for the corner store
to sell cornucopia's
so I can just hold it firm
for a sinner's birth
under a minute's turn
while the winter's worm
burrows surely for another term.

Fruit flies displace before hands decay
so they can't interface with another oil barrel race
and items stack up, while images get backed up
on hard drives, cursing about apartheid
but consistently never lived it,
pdfs beat spreadsheets in another scrimmage
as the sale today is trimmed, green cabbage
I'll have to take another vacation
as a phantom to just fathom
why my opinions are soaked in broth
served with bread crumb croutons
spiced with thyme and a coupon
cut out from an advert calendar
selling photographs where the booths gone.

The line is too busy looking at screens
to form a circle, lights flash forward
waiting for the next Big Three
jump the line and still wait hopelessly.
Statements, that's my favorite
wonder where the hours went, into entertainment
they absorbed me like the magazines still stale photographs
still absorbed me
and I read and read and read, waiting for the stars story
to intertwine between my capillaries
but they only crawled as slow as a caterpillar
buried by milkweed
grossly disproportionate to it's seed size
while the soil performs sourly
I'm only hourly
so I sit, proud to be.































Simply Compound

Remember when we seemed fine
we laid bordered on a thin line
and without time?

The memory of a back nine
where you shot par, and you shot mine
the placement of a tee with enough sun
to cause misery, the ball teetered unevenly simply.

The grass felt repetitive
wheels spun on edges again
while plagiarism was my rampant twin, she said
and we went back, to the wine and cheese
watched mature men pick crackers from their teeth
and the sound dink made us think one of us was taking another drink
so we glanced at each other, made loud noise,
said capiche in our french voice
we had a choice so we held each other in the rotating doors
around and around
the sound funneled through the town
where the night calmed down,
winter whimpered wishing whispers
street sweep, mind weak, my week.
thighs creak once we hit pavement
and the Darkness left the moon light
nothing but amazing
shining through fog on one hazy street
which left the endless streak of cars a little crazy.
because, you see, each sedan snapped like a photograph
and the next one already sped past before the last one was time stamped
and headaches started to emerge, under false inertia
fell folding facsimile, motion moved me, file denial under M
and watch the watch watching, peak idealistically
waiting for every wedding to end vicariously.

Been Absorbing

Been experiencing life, haven't been writing that much, and I've been doing mostly noise with music.  Art has become a sub-conscious thought of everything I want to do.  Need more room to work.  Working on it.

http://staticparticles.bandcamp.com/album/fallen-in-a-line

http://staticparticles.bandcamp.com/album/ill-bring-the-noise-you-stay-home

These are two albums I am concurrently working on at the same time.  Lyrics and softer compositions go to fallen in a line, experimental noise goes to the latter.

If anyone wants to converse on King of the Hill or Infinite Jest, I'm always looking for some font to read on the subjects.

Interview with Mack from Cabeza Twins while on tour.

Because it was just there.

Music I made four years ago and more when I first got my synth.  I'm quite impressed on some of the music that I did on the keys.  I think I have finally uploaded all my music i've ever done solo now so hopefully you enjoy or fall asleep to this.

Dancer

Thank you Don, for the words (Culture)

A New Rise

Its nice to sleep in another bed
Dreamless nights reshuffled again
Spilled wine on the sheets
My neck, where the hot air speaks.

Lights left on
My right eye wrong
twitching to the beat
Blink to pass out, exhausted
After this song
When their feet starting sweeping
And the whole crowd has to play a long

So that's why you dance
Gives you the chance to be an embarrassment
To find freckles in my hair ,glance 
In a chair in my cross legged stance
Waiting for friends
Outside smoking again.

Level three
Lets take it to the Fourth floor
No room in the city outdoors.
Filled the night with smoke
Three stops
Just enough to catch a new rise
Lets float on
And become modest
Help out a fellow
white burns to yellow
And hello isn't enough
Tongues move smooth
When the vibe is mellow.

Hold your breath
Shift over the linoleum
Stairway under us
Moonlight over the metal bus
Shuttle first and layover rust
Walk in, hand in hand
Hold a balance
Try hard but the support is not far.
And just like my birthday, no presents
But the challenge and the present.