mustache / pubes / beard
dear diary~ i almost cut my hair 
the clouds barely parted
dear diary~ i moved my crap out to the curb
three years ago one of my favorite trees was blown down during a very violent November storm
Yesler Terrace~ the city is planning to bulldoze this whole area ~ maybe they're waiting to remove this rootball rupture at that time ~ me ? i'm waiting for it to grow back
dear diary this city floats upon the waters of the sound as a gigantic iceberg pressed between these hills 
what have we done ?
below this totem reads a sign that says~ we stole your land ~ now you live on the streets
i'm growing a blowhole
found a new job
looking south toward what the Romans left us~
i stopped thinking about Libya / Syria and Labia 
dear diary i look down a lot ~ trying to see things that probably aren't there~ i ramble about ~ in search of something inexplicable~
i think i have to be out here on these hills and streets~ i have some alternate fate~ something i have to find ~ something i have to save 
a painted over Kismet~
i merely slip into the past~ loose my thoughts to nostalgia, and~
the western sea
i watch chickens scratch the earth while people die on the streets against kings 
i have become what exactly i have always been and hated~
this machine lets us carry the world in pockets 
what have you done ? 
she wants your empire~ to press upon her lips
she's dreaming of two black eyes~ fat lips and crash landing cosmonauts
we've cut the head off of beauty /plasticised it and put it on display / gaudy
some tomorrow ~in the future 
runaway raver remembers rainy runway rehearsal regrets
somebody bought a fancy necklace for each of us~ lower halo 
parts of the world exist solely to be gawked at / photographed 
i can't trust myself to hold a camera- or point it at your living face 
what if we're wrong about books ?
sticker steel tulips
i could never fix this bulge / somebody in the sixties / seventies fern barn era had cut out a post so they could play pool / the beam added, is so saggy now, it's thrusting out the walls
we painted this whole building The Winston Building which will now be sold and developed in the coming years
Jake spent the first year of his life in apt C / Dashiell gestated for nine moths in apt Q
where did i go wrong ?
you have to live with birds to hate them
dear diary ~
i found you, when there was no god
Jake spent the first year of his life in apt C / Dashiell gestated for nine moths in apt Q
where did i go wrong ?
you have to live with birds to hate them
dear diary ~
i found you, when there was no godsave NE!L~
