An incredible burst of cold air through the open window stabbed through my wet hair. I shivered and pulled my stolen hotel robe tighter. Leaning out, I looked around at the dead street. I hate this part of town. A joint I had rolled earlier rested on the mantle, but I didn't feel like smoking. Something about today was grinding at my knuckles, demanding some wonderful, terrible story or sketch to pour out onto the legal pad that rested on the coffee table. But I was too restless. Every time I sat down to write, the only thing produced was a look of disappointment and the constant clicking of a pen. All I could think of was how much I hated this street, and my third-floor apartment. The wind blew more frigid air through the window and I cursed under my breath, pushing a frozen cloud of whisper from my lips. I forced the stubborn window closed, and covered it with it's cheap curtains. As I untied my robe, I glanced at the legal pad and gave it a look one would give to a misbehaving child. I turned my back on it. As I dressed, my skin prickled with goosebumps at the touch of the air I had let in through the window. I threw on an old moth-eaten sweater and some sky blue boxers that some forgotten object of a one night stand had left and put a kettle full of water on the only working burner on the stove. I sat down at the coffee table and waited for the water to boil. I started doodling what eventually turned out to be an old beggar, reminiscent of the etchings of Rembrandt, but more applied to modern day by his dress and overall demeanor...
Thursday, December 20, 2012
Friday, January 20, 2012
"Don't Push Me, I Am Not Okay"
(Cover artwork by me - "Self Portrait")
Download- "Don't Push Me, I Am Not Okay - (Mix)"
This is the first mix I'm posting to this blog, hopefully the first of many. It features a wide range of genres, but mostly indie, electronic, and alternative. Enjoy.
Tracklist:
1. Sleater-Kinney - "Jumpers"
2. Crystal Skulls - "Airport Motels"
3. Phantogram - "Mouthful of Diamonds"
4. When Saints Go Machine - "Fail Forever"
5. Harlem - "I'm On Drugs"
6. The Antlers - "I Don't Want Love"
7. The World is a Beautiful Place & I am No Longer Afraid to Die - "Walnut Street is Dead (Long Live Walnut Street)"
8. Sufjan Stevens - "Casimir Pulaski Day"
9. S - "Not A Problem"
10. Caribou - "Odessa"
11. Bright Eyes - "I Watched You Taking Off"
12. TV on the Radio - "Wolf Like Me"
13. Art Brut - "Alcoholics Unanimous"
14. The Horrors - "Who Can Say"
15. The National - "You've Done It Again, Virginia"
16. An Experiment On A Bird In The Air Pump - "Smear"
17. Ramshackle Glory - "More About Alcoholism"
18. Brand New - "Degausser"
19. Chris Isaak - "Wicked Game"
20. Gem Club - "Flax"
21. The Church - "Under the Milky Way"
22. Crystal Castles - "Vanished"
23. Laura Marling - "Rambling Man"
24. Dinosaur Jr. - "We're Not Alone"
Friday, April 23, 2010
when you kissed me in the tunnel,
we were split in two like an atom.
we made our mouths to move
over a set so soft and scared,
and we named her like a flower.
we traded gifts,
and froze our feet
barefoot in the stream,
where the stone looked like
the flooring of a 1970's kitchen.
the blond-haired children stared
and held the hands of their mothers,
as they floated within feet
of our three headed body
on a tapestry by the lake.
we watched the wind
take the water in ripples
like the shudder of my thighs
when you're pressing into my soul,
trying to fuse us back together.
the green and brown stains
on the knees of my jeans
were proof the day happened
i wore them for five days after
so memories couldn't be washed out
we were split in two like an atom.
we made our mouths to move
over a set so soft and scared,
and we named her like a flower.
we traded gifts,
and froze our feet
barefoot in the stream,
where the stone looked like
the flooring of a 1970's kitchen.
the blond-haired children stared
and held the hands of their mothers,
as they floated within feet
of our three headed body
on a tapestry by the lake.
we watched the wind
take the water in ripples
like the shudder of my thighs
when you're pressing into my soul,
trying to fuse us back together.
the green and brown stains
on the knees of my jeans
were proof the day happened
i wore them for five days after
so memories couldn't be washed out
Suffocation.
I want blackness to coat me
and to silver my open eyes
into a blindness of silence
where my eyelids
will no longer flutter
like damp butterflies
on your scarred cheeks
I dreamt of laughing gas
and the infectious feeling
of filling my lungs
with something other
than the air I so often inhale
in deep desperation
when you're breathing above me
when you wouldn't let me
hold your hand by the road
i felt like blacking out
under some bruised horizon
in some other town
where nobody would care
if i went off and got hurt
could've had some broken life
the way things were going
could've kept wandering on
with no reason to live
and an irrational conscience
but then you came around
and boy you changed the plot
Look here, i am drowning
but do you hear my plea?
you see me sinking
and you stand singing
some familiar folk song
we used to make love to
when love was kept pure
and to silver my open eyes
into a blindness of silence
where my eyelids
will no longer flutter
like damp butterflies
on your scarred cheeks
I dreamt of laughing gas
and the infectious feeling
of filling my lungs
with something other
than the air I so often inhale
in deep desperation
when you're breathing above me
when you wouldn't let me
hold your hand by the road
i felt like blacking out
under some bruised horizon
in some other town
where nobody would care
if i went off and got hurt
could've had some broken life
the way things were going
could've kept wandering on
with no reason to live
and an irrational conscience
but then you came around
and boy you changed the plot
Look here, i am drowning
but do you hear my plea?
you see me sinking
and you stand singing
some familiar folk song
we used to make love to
when love was kept pure
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Not even 10 feet of flood water could keep me from you.
A night spent drinking your brother's supplies
and singing along with the saddest songs.
Swaying in the dark damp street near your house.
I laughed and held your arms away,
while you struggled against my defenses.
The family downstairs wasn't home
but we'll still pile textbooks over vents,
and worry over lighting candles indoors.
Softly, I move my feet over the carpeted floor,
avoiding that one place right before your door
where the loose plank underneath always creaks.
Our bodies glow in the faint light in the street
that filters softly through the church windows.
and singing along with the saddest songs.
Swaying in the dark damp street near your house.
I laughed and held your arms away,
while you struggled against my defenses.
The family downstairs wasn't home
but we'll still pile textbooks over vents,
and worry over lighting candles indoors.
Softly, I move my feet over the carpeted floor,
avoiding that one place right before your door
where the loose plank underneath always creaks.
Our bodies glow in the faint light in the street
that filters softly through the church windows.
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Sugar Skulls
And for a moment there
I was suspended over you like a marionette,
dancing for no other reason than that I was told to,
and loving you because
that's all I really know how to do.
that's all I really know how to do.
Monday, March 8, 2010
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