Thursday, February 24, 2011

Monday, February 21, 2011

Suburban Haiku

motion sensor light
this privileged motherfucker
has a sudden stage

Friday, February 18, 2011


…have been established throughout the city,
hoping to defuse the current social climate
with a self-activated shame cycle, accomplishing
what tear gas and a reflexive leaden thumb could not.
We ask you to examine your own bodies, and their
corrosive agenda of base desires, and wonder
if you don’t come up short. Further, we ask
if a loop can be established, a closed circuit,
between achieving those desires and the white noise
we are currently funneling into your subconscious.
In conclusion: What if Play Time was Work?
What if we could make you strike against yourselves?
What if love was the inverted spearhead
that ended the heart?

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Sirens rend the night
dark windows splashed in red light
some stranger’s problems

Sunday, February 13, 2011

Flash from my window
rumble through the whirling white
that was Thundersnow!

Monday, February 7, 2011

the hawk lands heavy
before taking off again
empty oak branch thrums

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Snow falls in Bushwick
M-train rattles overhead
sparks and snowflakes mix