go on, film the world before it happens.

how much more can the sky piss out?
winter overstayed the season.
mother nature is getting greedy

the cops are always hungry in this place
but I can drive these streets with eyes closed,
cause the roads are watching me


this goddamn town is in on this goddamn show.

this is not an exit.

i've been digging Saves the Day at an unhealthy level lately, at an increasingly sick rate. maybe it was because i was prepping to see them Saturday, which was 2 days ago. but they're stickin' around for a while. Stay What You Are sang to me for the first time tonight. it's easily up there now. this, in turn, has been influencing my writing the past week or so and it'll damn sure continue now.

seven hundred forty four hours - snapshot like a blink of your brown stare.
tonight's snow and rain taunted me. they knew it. we knew too.
the lights are out but the whites are as bright as the snow outside.
this heart is dancing in this throat and there's nothing more to do.

to many more.

the last thing you forget.

2.12.10 - 3:41pm

Sitting on a platform bench, watching icicles return to their natural state of water. I missed the first train so this is Take Two: Somerville.

I'm off to the city, and when I say city, I'd hope it's implied that I mean New York City. I got my backpack stuffed with the essentials: music, water, some clothes, some stress relief and this "sociology" notebook along with this pen, which is now frozen and has become part of my hand.

Everyone's glancing left. Time to ride the rails.

lately.

the past two nights I've coincidentally (or maybe by fate, hah) checked my phone at the precise time of 11:11. now, i'll take that as a sign of good luck. i've been feeling great lately, but also like a stranger amongst familiar faces (figuratively speaking, of course). shits been weird, but as it's said, that's life - though i'll be fighting it.

the great [snow] storm of '10 is upon us and it's slowly suffocating us in snow . . . into our empty homes, silent rooms, and mediocre lives. but hey, for a day or two, i'm perfectly fine with that. i get to catch up on my sleep and . . . well that's it, though we're all probably better off sleeping when we're dead.

I heard today a man was pulled from the rubble in haiti after almost a [fucking] month trapped beneath collapsed homes and dead streets. amazing. he was dazed and shaken up, but all right. put that into perspective. the kind souls of the good ol' U.S of A are flying injured children into the country in order to receive proper medical care. now, this is a lovely gesture and a great thing to do, but what about the kids and individuals in our own country? our own states?? our own towns??? shouldn't we be taking care of them? shouldn't they be they ones we feed and cloth and empathize? yes, i realize i sound much like a socialist, communist punk ass kid, but isn't it true?

like in 2005 when hurricane katrina destroyed new orleans and the south. soon after that, if you can recall, there was a huge, deadly earthquake in pakistan. almost IMMEDIATELY, the USA sent goods and supplies and aid to the country, while its own people suffered terribly, waiting and pleading for help.

just some food for thought.

02.04.10

I am submerged, neck deep, in a sea of the
dead
scenes
they chase me through the vast . . .
until I'm swept away and pulled under.