i've never laughed so hard in my life.
happy birthday, dickhead.

i hate EVERYTHING about you.

recent escapist enjoyment.

colouring of pigeons.

i talked to duda today.
with a short pep talk,
he handed me a new gift.

check it out:

theknife.net

colouring of pigeons.
-the knife (collaboration with mt. sims and planningtorock)

northern forms existed in their own homes
thousand - yellow - cocoons
under - over ñ through

a few southern vegetable forms
on the mountains of Borneo
under - over - through
donkey ñ peacock ñ goose

in the mouth of the river
a strange ñ scene - it is
every ñ thing - in flames

ihe sky with lightning
and the water, luminous
a strange ñ scene - it is
under - over ñ through

six weeks old
Henrietta smiled for the first time
tail ñ habits ñ proof
instinct ñ that ñ moves

emma saw him smile
not only with lips
but eyes
erasmus ñ grab - a spoon
europe - hides ñ wool

mr peacock and captain beaufort
endemic - alpine - grooves
bread-fruit ñ cinnamon ñ tunes

tonight itís blowing
thick bodies of spray whirled across the bay
Whatever - might - have been
the cause - of the ñ retreat

columbia livia
great ages through
course of days
tumblers, jacobins
beak shapes, skeletal traits
runts and carriers
wooden hexagonal cage
pouters and fantails
tail feathers at what age?
grey and white spotted
markings in making
my great amusement

behind land house a gental cooing
behind land house the offspringís moving
the delight of once again being home
the delight of once again being home

bon iver. lump sum

sold my cold knot/ a heavy stone/ sold my red horse for a venture home/ to vanish on the bow -- settling slow/

fit it all, fit it in the doldrums/ (or so the story goes)/ color the era/ film it's historical

my mile could not/ pump the plumb/ in my arbor 'till my ardor/ trumped every inner inertia/lump sum/

all at once/ rushing from the sub-pump/ (or so the story goes)/ balance we won't know/ we will see when it gets warm

lindsay visits. mansfield, december 2009.

patiently, he sits at the bus stop.
the homeless woman next to him
appears at 8am every morning,
she smells like piss and talks to herself.

a man with a long white beard
and tall white hat crosses the intersection.
she starts to mumble louder.
he sips on his coffee.

in thirty seconds,
a collision
of wonderful
colors.

between shots. chris. mansfield. december 2009


glasses. chris. mansfield. december 2009

day 3. rain.

kaub splash.


epic fail.


rainbow out the front door.


observatory.


post rain los angeles.


second shooter.

kaub. rainy monday. mansfield/griffith park, los angeles. december 2009.

day 3. mud.

mud.hug


out.


untitled. chris.


ripped pant.


wrapping up.


stream.clean

chris + tyler. griffith park. december 2009

resolved in a new direction,
it would not be anything pivotal.

excuses overlooked and forgiveness
was exchanged at alarmingly
low rates.

these sins become everything with
no means of absolution.

so he spends forever a day,
running around town
to let his actions speak.

i once was this to you,
and you to me.

your honesty dumbfucked me.

4am - shower. coffee. airport.

6am - back in bed.

dream:

- strummer is there.
- it appears to be a small shack at first.
- immigration police come in the middle of the night to deport some of our roomates.
- they pull me out of the house first and line me up in front of the car headlights.
- four more are taken out.
- i tell them that it's a mistake, showing them my ID and giving them my history.
- they let me go
- i walk back into the house startled
- you're chilling in your room with all your lights on, playing video games on a TV, whilst another war game is paused on your computer screen.
- i was living with you and for some reason had never been in your room
- your comforter look like the quilt i use on my bed but newer/cleaner.
- i ask where you got it and you said without breaking your attention from the video game you were playing, "oh - you know - the threesome."

before you could answer what the hell that meant - my damn alarm woke me up.

8:20am.

work.

drunk, laying on the bathroom floor
you ask me not to take pictures.
five minutes later when i return
to the bathroom to move you to your bed -
you don't realize how funny it was for me
when you told me,
" fine... you can take pictures of me -
just let me stay here for a few more minutes."

asleep by 8pm.

last night we made car bombs, offensively,
re-apraising each others' presence.

yesterday i introduce you to bukowski.
today, i text you about the lyrics to this song.
three months ago you caught me off guard.
two hours ago you danced with your bunny in my room.
and four days ago you introduced the book that changed my life.
ten days ago i fed you with the last food i had
and tomorrow i'll love you more
because you stayed with me all day today
laughing at the same jokes i told you when i woke up.

when you wish me a good day when i walk out the door,
i do - because, well...