Prelude & Karma

Why is it that at night
I am more able to write
than during the day
when I am awake?
Well, thank goodness for flashlights.
what time is it anyway?
5 a.m.
(1 month away from my 25th birthday)

I don't care
nothing matters
we are nothing
and everything
but today we are nothing
(at this point
the folio I carry falls)
(it burst open spews
paper everywhere)
crap (scramble to
pick up papers now
wet from rain-puddles
worthless than trash)
Darn you, Karma.

Dedicated to Jack Kerouac, my first desolation angel.

To Death-friend

serene release

from mortal toil

sorrow-woe

I look upon thee

smiling and call thee

Friend, Quiet Slumber

Perfect Rest, Easer

of Pain.

1000 Address Labels to Put on 1000 Postcards

pick

stick

lipstick lick

pick

stick

stack

pick

stick

change music

stack

pick

stick

stack

pick

ope' card pack

stick

stack

pick

stick

stack

mouses click

put

stack

back

All to Ee'see

exposure to
the
effects of
elements
et
ch
es & erodes

Adjusted Letters on Home: B

D o w n to w n
the city of salt
smell o burnt
t o a s t
smokers hack
coughing fits spits
kids and skateboards
slammings-o crashes
ding-ding-a trax train
clackety-clack rails
and be still

plastic play

empty coke soda bottle

cocacolacherrypop

tip and fall off the table

plunk plap plop

Letters on Home: B

D o w n t o w n

the city of salt

smell burnt

t o a s t

see smokers

kids skateboard

slamming-o crashing

ding-ding-atraxtrain

and be still

This font is nothing like what I originally have it in. The shape looks not as good here (It's a letter 'B' on my version, but the font isn't available here. Grr). Oh well. What do ya think? I had fun.