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Monday, June 14, 2010


This is animated perfection!
"Destino" is an animated short that was a collaboration between Salvador Dali and Walt Disney that began production in 1945. The production, however, was halted for financial reasons. More details can be found here: Destino

Thursday, May 27, 2010

American Devil

She had mentioned
as I squeezed
a few peaches
that i should hurry
that her mother
was afraid
of my face

It's alright
I get that
just about
all the time

And I do
but she
with features
that drew my breath
like the Loch
at midnight

Spoke of her Father
on his death bed
worked his last painting
which was of
the Devil
who he had met

And I was almost
too captivated
by her dialect
to catch
that his devil
looked identical
to me

Diablo Negro

So I scare your mother
I squeeze your peaches
and condemn your daddy
to hell

that's too bad

Here's three dollars
and an apology

for wanting your fruits
for scaring your mother
for grinnin' too wide
for being me

Monday, May 10, 2010

Apple Seed

Red Sun
burnin' my back
into leather

diggin' the soft earth
stainin' my fingers
with geological history

countless rainfalls

of species
i ain't never heard of

and I'm diggin'
with love
in my heart
and the hope
that this man
of leather and sweat

can line our hard roads
with trunks and leaves
grinnin' petal faced babies
and gusts of wind
sweeter than syrup.


Sunday, April 11, 2010

To the Looking Glass

Stillness through morning light
tickled your soft lips
radiated off of
your porcelain

like a Cheshire Cat
would love
to paint your looking glass
a nice matte black

And you could see
with out worry

Days and Lives
stuck between that glass
we see alternate histories
and infinite futures

but so rarely
do we see ourselves


Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Glosoli, Sigur Ros

I want to change the definition of "Making Love". I think that this song makes love.

Monday, March 15, 2010


I'm a huge fan of Tim Burton. His Alice in Wonderland, however, left much to be desired. I don't really think that it's his fault, I'm sure the studios had a lot to do with it.
Jan Svankmajer's Alice in Wonderland still reigns supreme as my favorite film version. Here are two scenes that I found.

...And people wonder why I can't sleep at night.

Sunday, February 28, 2010

7 27 09

I found this in a notebook that I kept whilst I was performing on the road last summer. Found it kind of interesting, so I decided to paste it to my computer screen.

10:17 pm and I've managed to get a hotel room
next to a waffle house.
The guy next to me asks what I'm smokin'
then what I'm writin'
then where I'm from.
10:23 pm and I'm drinkin' coffee
and eatin' hashbrowns
in Charlotte, NC
lil' yellow house on the corner
of Sunset rd and _______
make a pilgrimage.
When I left the hotel room
a little black cat
was waitin' for me.
It followed me here.
They wouldn't let her come inside
so from what I can tell
She's waitin' for me at the door.
There's a storm cracklin' outside
lightnin' cuttin' across
the smokey sky
and I'm in love...
too bad she ain't here.
I'd like the comfort
cause I'm broke
deep in the hole
and my bank don't give a shit
but I do.
A big one.
Why am I drinkin' coffee?
I'm an insomniac...
that just ain't smart.
The prostitute
on the other side of me
just ordered a chocolate milk
And I'm startin' to think
I'm in a segregated restaurant.
All the black people
are on that side,
and the Whites are eyin' me funny
now the blacks
are eyin' me funny...
Hell, the waitress even looks strange
but this guy next to me
didn't say a word.
So I guess I'm alright.
Was my home state
always this way?
Maybe so,
but ain't that America?
Blacks on the Left
Whites on the Right
and a broke, hungry poet
smokin', gettin' wired
and obviously in the wrong place.
With a warm bed next door
a black cat outside
and a woman
who ain't there...

Charlotte NC
7 27 09

Saturday, February 20, 2010


I posted a poem just now,
then I took it down.

I have a lot of poems
I, for some odd reason,
never post the best ones
(though one day
I'd like to share them).

But this
was neither good
nor bad
nor anything else.

It was talcum powder
or artificial sweetener.
Half an oyster shell
on the hudson's bank,

Or that last grain of rice
sitting in the bowl
longing to serve a purpose
but barely
worth the effort.

So I took it down
because it failed
to do itself justice.

I know
it may be cruel.

I know
I've abandoned my child.

So I'll have a gin drink
or some peppermint tea
let life
do what it does
and see what other demons
I may conjure
as repentance.


Wednesday, February 17, 2010

My New Ringtone

Because I'll always love this song.

The Verve ~ Bittersweet Symphony

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Saturday, February 13, 2010

Two Dimensional Me

Patient is my shadow
slowly pondering my fate
sitting still
inside of my
twi-lit den.

Poised is my shadow
in the thinking position
no doubt
that his thoughts
are dark

No doubt
that his thoughts
are of the dark
which is true love
inside of which

He doesn't exist.

Never breathing
and as substantial
as a single breath.

Faithful is my shadow
as it awaits my return
from the world of light
wishing to share with me
the ideas cultivated
by the dark.


Sunday, February 7, 2010

The Mysterious Explorations of Jasper Morello

An amazing animated short by director Anthony Lucas. Make sure to get comfortable, this is a bit longer than "Hedgehog in the Fog" (26 mins), but it's worth it! It's absolutely beautiful. More info on this short can be found -here-

See ya 'round

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

BH and his Atomic Mind

They found me at the picnic table
protecting my irises with aviator sun glasses
protecting my shoulders
with spiritual burden
chewing steadily on falafel
scribbling some sense
on my wooden tablet

I mean
it's not like i
was trying to hide

I was in the sunlight
skin taking a strange tone
chocolate cherry

I digress

My jeans
took the sun's light
and relayed it's heated message
to my thighs
while my chest
under my t-shirt
got the sun directly

I guess i wasn't feeling
that day

That day
they found me
in a state of contemplation
so intense
that my brain waves
seemed to radiate
exciting my hair
which spiraled
in spasms of glee

Tiny hairs
stretching from my chin
tiny bags
hanging like
"do not disturb" signs
from my eyelids

And here I was
waiting to be found
as all things are
and I was
and so shall you be


Wednesday, January 6, 2010

Ideas of Infinity

like the burst
of a thousand
molecular spasms
cradling light
in its earthy bosom
our precious
our love

There's no other aspect
no luminescence
that propels us as readily
through dense curtains of air
so thick in their pollutants

and we
with craniums
with atomic minds
disrupting the dense hypocrisy
of our forefathers...
of ourselves

like the idea
shot us
right out of a canon
and our thoughts
soaring ahead
became a bullet
through God's brain

A life

to live
to dream