Wednesday, November 30, 2005
I’m through apologizing for cobain.
I’m finished with reality tv.
I’m resolutely denying any association
But I’m sure old friends will continue to drop by.
I’m stealing glances for the last time.
I’m grinning through your big scene.
I’m laughing when there is no punch line.
But I’m sure I can update my resume.
I’m taking no responsibility for graffiti.
I’m ignoring the shared jolt of my head and bricks.
I’m threatening an artistic slowdown.
But I’m sure to find faces, ghoulish faces…
In the blood…
Splattered on your wall.
Posted by Jay Larsen at 11/30/2005 10:18:00 AM
Monday, November 07, 2005
and occational contributions
become fanatical ruptures
mortified and disappointing
details of miraculous
going so far as to actually
suit the other's proportions
in outline format
against the dry wall
Posted by Jay Larsen at 11/07/2005 03:56:00 PM