One Word: mute
brass shine
polished by sleeve dangle
arm extended
mute in hand
1.24.2010
One Word: yoga
she is a junkie.
daily toting her mat around
she no longer needs blocks
has long since discarded the strap
she is a yoga junkie.
full lotus, pigeon pose, fish pose
vinyasa, vinyasa, vinyasa
hands pressed together in front
hands pressed together in back--WOAH
she is a yoga junkie
she is a junkie.
daily toting her mat around
she no longer needs blocks
has long since discarded the strap
she is a yoga junkie.
full lotus, pigeon pose, fish pose
vinyasa, vinyasa, vinyasa
hands pressed together in front
hands pressed together in back--WOAH
she is a yoga junkie
1.22.2010
One Word: export
type, type, type, type important stuff, tab
peck number, type words, peck number, tab
type, type, type, type more important stuff, enter
equal sign
pause, scan, (oh that's where they put it!)
click pull down menu
select function
click to select column
click to select column
enter
control S
click pull down menu, scan
(there it is)
click export
click format
wait
type, type, type, type important stuff, tab
peck number, type words, peck number, tab
type, type, type, type more important stuff, enter
equal sign
pause, scan, (oh that's where they put it!)
click pull down menu
select function
click to select column
click to select column
enter
control S
click pull down menu, scan
(there it is)
click export
click format
wait
1.20.2010
One Word: option
Every time you hear a bell ring
I've lost another muse.
Shovel air past my vocal chords,
heaps of coal to stoke fires.
Power steam engines of poetry
that fall upon deaf ears.
It's the same pain
as falling out of love.
Train whistle wails and sobs
silently without option.
Chuff-chuff-chuff down invisible tracks
to hollow, gutted ghost towns,
packed with dessicated tumbleweeds
and oil deprived hinges.
Every time you hear a bell ring
I've lost another muse.
Shovel air past my vocal chords,
heaps of coal to stoke fires.
Power steam engines of poetry
that fall upon deaf ears.
It's the same pain
as falling out of love.
Train whistle wails and sobs
silently without option.
Chuff-chuff-chuff down invisible tracks
to hollow, gutted ghost towns,
packed with dessicated tumbleweeds
and oil deprived hinges.
1.15.2010
1.14.2010
1.13.2010
One Word: powder
reminiscing about her former roommate's face powder
how she used to leave all over the room--so goth
reminiscing about the alternative music
how she tolerated it with her old roommate
but, i would definitely have to wear earplugs
sadly, she was stuck with me now
and i was a poor replacement for all that face powder
reminiscing about her former roommate's face powder
how she used to leave all over the room--so goth
reminiscing about the alternative music
how she tolerated it with her old roommate
but, i would definitely have to wear earplugs
sadly, she was stuck with me now
and i was a poor replacement for all that face powder
1.11.2010
One Word: bamboo
I followed my big brother, not wanting to be called "baby"
Detesting the thought of being uncool and left behind
I tried to be tough, quiet, and I tried to keep up
But my two years younger legs were not quick enough
Sticky mud, teasing, grabbed my shoe and held on tight
I left my shoes amongst the bright celery green bamboo pipes
My brother got in trouble, and would never let me follow again.
I followed my big brother, not wanting to be called "baby"
Detesting the thought of being uncool and left behind
I tried to be tough, quiet, and I tried to keep up
But my two years younger legs were not quick enough
Sticky mud, teasing, grabbed my shoe and held on tight
I left my shoes amongst the bright celery green bamboo pipes
My brother got in trouble, and would never let me follow again.
1.10.2010
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