tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88360884422831410592024-03-18T23:51:29.358-04:0040oz. Dull Pencil.Needs for this Space: Hangover. Beating Heart. Open Mind. Poor Penmanship. Machiavellian Sense of Surrender. Stinky Breath Chihuahua. Tear Ducts. Frozen Juice Pops. Five or Six Minutes of Free Time. Fingers.40 oz. Dull Pencil.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454361144196343362noreply@blogger.comBlogger92125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836088442283141059.post-67878353818664533822012-03-15T20:54:00.001-04:002012-03-15T20:56:06.344-04:00BRIZEE:<div class="MsoNormal">I see him,</div><div class="MsoNormal">Death standing over his shoulder.</div><div class="MsoNormal">The Devil counting the molars left in his skull,</div><div class="MsoNormal">Through his sallow, sunken cheeks. </div><div class="MsoNormal">The stubble growth of his fears.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Crack swallowing and amplifying </div><div class="MsoNormal">The mysticism of his paranoia, clenching his asshole,</div><div class="MsoNormal">Forcing his brain and his balls to peek through curtains.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Cultivating a grandeur un-due.</div><div class="MsoNormal">His imagination circling the clap-board house, </div><div class="MsoNormal">Its roof of quilted shingles, </div><div class="MsoNormal">Like so many police helicopters in a small town.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Sit down Mikey, your trail is cold,” I say.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, FreeMono, monospace; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;">©MORTON 2012</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div>40 oz. Dull Pencil.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454361144196343362noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836088442283141059.post-19547409667300197922011-09-18T19:55:00.001-04:002011-09-18T19:56:45.624-04:00OF KEYNES:<i>When you’re scared in the middle of the night, it’s almost impossible to imagine morning.</i><br />
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-SYLVIA NASAR<br />
Published: September 17, 2011 New York Times<br />
Relating to John Maynard Keynes and his Sunny disposition in the worst of times.40 oz. Dull Pencil.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454361144196343362noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836088442283141059.post-8219485866544155312011-09-03T03:40:00.001-04:002011-09-03T03:40:38.776-04:00OVERWHELMING EXCITEMENT:<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-m0yqS3jodU?fs=1" width="480"></iframe>40 oz. Dull Pencil.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454361144196343362noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836088442283141059.post-85268840527774079582011-08-21T04:25:00.001-04:002011-08-21T04:26:34.697-04:00CLEANSING:<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">The reflexology of the world has been muted.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Manny had a heart attack.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Ramon’s buddy killed himself.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Bullet for your face?</div><div class="MsoNormal">I don’t know Ramon directly.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Ryan and Keren aren’t going to figure it out.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Laurie is the queen. </div><div class="MsoNormal">The quantity. </div><div class="MsoNormal">And a simple context in this confusion.</div><div class="MsoNormal">The sense of impending doom has not lifted.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Usually I have these sinking senses in the winter.</div><div class="MsoNormal">I can’t sweat them out.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Objective. The simplicity of sorrow is surrender.</div><div class="MsoNormal">The heat lightning has even given way to threat and thunder.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Ominous and inviting.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Something cleansing. </div><div class="MsoNormal">Clear.</div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 9pt;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 9pt;">©MORTON 2010</span><span style="font-size: 9pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
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40 oz. Dull Pencil.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454361144196343362noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836088442283141059.post-3722793942280632752011-08-21T04:05:00.001-04:002011-08-21T04:06:05.295-04:00PASSAGE:<i>He examined the room with the clairvoyance of his last days, and for the first time he saw the truth: the final borrowed bed, the pitiful dressing table whose clouded, patient mirror would not reflect his image again, the chipped porcelain washbasin with the water and towel and soap meant for other hands, the heartless speed of the octagonal clock racing toward the ineluctable appointment at seven past one on his final afternoon of December 17. Then he crossed his arms over his chest and began to listen to the radiant voices of the slaves singing the six o'clock </i>Salve<i> in the mills, and through the window he saw the diamond of Venus in the sky that was dying forever, the eternal snows, the new vine whose yellow bellflowers he would not see bloom on the following Saturday in the house closed in mourning, the final brilliance that would never, through all eternity, be repeated again.</i><br />
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<i>-</i>GABRIEL GARCIA MARQUEZ<br />
(The death of General Simon Bolivar, "the Liberator")40 oz. Dull Pencil.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454361144196343362noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836088442283141059.post-13323621386741702212011-08-21T03:35:00.001-04:002011-08-21T03:36:23.072-04:00WHERE:<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/blI2dXHyBj0?fs=1" width="425"></iframe>40 oz. Dull Pencil.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454361144196343362noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836088442283141059.post-79350452293834027302011-08-06T05:01:00.003-04:002011-08-21T03:40:27.333-04:00DEFINITION:NOSTRATIC:<br />
Relating to or denoting a hypothetical phylum of languages including the Indo-European, Semitic, Altaic, and Dravidian families.40 oz. Dull Pencil.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454361144196343362noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836088442283141059.post-75371228261415347442011-08-06T04:29:00.002-04:002011-08-06T04:37:53.457-04:00JOUST:<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/yZ8k6fVe25k?fs=1" width="425"></iframe>40 oz. Dull Pencil.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454361144196343362noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836088442283141059.post-89667041137619863092011-07-31T23:56:00.002-04:002011-08-21T03:46:14.236-04:00PASSAGE:<i>The last to come is Jupiter. He prances through the tomato vines, holding in his generous mouth the remains of an evening slipper. Then it is dark; it is a night where kings in golden suits ride elephants over the mountains.</i><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;">-JOHN CHEEVER</span></span>40 oz. Dull Pencil.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454361144196343362noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836088442283141059.post-3797058889766786362011-07-09T05:16:00.005-04:002011-07-09T11:34:38.123-04:00DIRECTIONAL:<div class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">WokeUpThisMorning,PutOnMyShoes.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Left for the magic as it happened.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Leaving the thoughts of the night's sleep, <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Betrayed,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">They were strong, stormy and unsympathetic.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">They were dreams. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Thoughts of reality and sanguine.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Struggles bereft of the things of life.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">I walked in my shoes.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">East of the West-Side highway.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Thinking about being “On the wagon,”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">About not, <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">About Wagoners, <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">The Oregon Trail.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Other people have sorrow and dregs. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Other people are Somali,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Distended and shrieking;<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Motherless.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Others have fathom and fury and find thirty bucks on the walk.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">The ball Derek hits for his 3000<sup>th</sup> will be worth more.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">I cannot sleep to my troubles and they continue<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">To amount to nothing. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">To the thought and the lack of money,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Real hard dollars.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">But they never resonate deeply but still the sleep dwindles and it is I <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">And 7:30 in the morning,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">A sleep-light night. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">I am lucky when it rains and the conditioned-box is on “high” and we are cold.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Tombstone in Antarctica, cold.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Reason know slaps keys,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Fingered in brave. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">The smallest spider is creeping across Hunter<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Spinning a web for an even smaller bug.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">I AM MAD!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">TO LIVE!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">I am sorry, <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">For the supposed weakness and the strange path of my dreams.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">And the way that I don’t listen when I should,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">And don’t forgive when I shouldn’t,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">And the way I spit, sorrow, seams. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Swallows diving in divine-light Yankee summer,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">I remember their silver sleek.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Their constant wet, <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Slimmering Sea Lions.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Racing after prey in the semi-dark but raucous world.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Dipping and diving, <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Driving me to call Dad five days before Fathers day….<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Next week we head farther East <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">I will work on more pages.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Think about the Gas-light and the Gin in my Filmography.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Lately captivated by Cheever and the needs of the service staff,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Their capacity to captivate the imagination of someone out of such.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">I don’t think it works in reverse.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">I don’t think it works directionally.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">The good game is the steaming condolence,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">But the game is played.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 9pt;">©MORTON 2011<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div>40 oz. Dull Pencil.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454361144196343362noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836088442283141059.post-81557472175607155982011-05-26T00:36:00.001-04:002011-05-26T00:37:10.080-04:00ZACH:<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/N2bCc0EGP6U?fs=1" width="480"></iframe>40 oz. Dull Pencil.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454361144196343362noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836088442283141059.post-59753011313921775402011-04-10T05:09:00.003-04:002011-04-10T05:10:04.514-04:00NO QUARTER:<div class="MsoNormal">No harboring the hand-held adventure.</div><div class="MsoNormal">I want to KNOW when shit smiles.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">The leopard is pacing,</div><div class="MsoNormal">For the same reason Addicts do push-ups</div><div class="MsoNormal">In Prison.</div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;">DANIEL MORTON 2011</span>40 oz. Dull Pencil.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454361144196343362noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836088442283141059.post-57347311622465557382011-04-10T04:56:00.004-04:002011-07-09T03:59:59.300-04:00NEW HUNTING:<div class="MsoNormal">Where in the world is Hunter?</div><div class="MsoNormal">Who is doing anything?</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Strange to find a similar Dagger-Man or would-be;</div><div class="MsoNormal">I suppose.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Solidity in the situation</div><div class="MsoNormal">Funny to meet a simpatico in the City Round. </div><div class="MsoNormal">These New York impressions are amiss</div><div class="MsoNormal">Abound and unfounded.</div><div class="MsoNormal">These are a kind people ready to talk and flirt.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Rewarded by the French.</div><div class="MsoNormal">An American Bulldog owner in the cold-breath, oblivious night.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">We are well,</div><div class="MsoNormal">Sharing this space and these tremendously feral hands</div><div class="MsoNormal">Crammed into a spigot no bigger than Moby’s,</div><div class="MsoNormal">Dick.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Measuring, ourselves and our character.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Swimming against the streaming wildness of our quenched thirst,</div><div class="MsoNormal">Strumming the guitar with no strings.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Stringing along the people in our lives, </div><div class="MsoNormal">Ourselves.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Calling our mothers and talking about D3 and Australian Rules football.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Creamy-cries for healing truth;</div><div class="MsoNormal">And not through God.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Asphalt-green-fence-jumping-creatures of the future.</div><div class="MsoNormal">I love the night!</div><div class="MsoNormal">And the dreams, which come.</div><div class="MsoNormal">In need of pardon and the evening re-done.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Crazed and crushing the “White Fandango.”</div><div class="MsoNormal">The selfish stumps of these fingers </div><div class="MsoNormal">Stressing the times when they stop.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Strengthening the wild horses in the deap fissures in the world.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Faltering, </div><div class="MsoNormal">A Point of return.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;">DANIEL MORTON 2011</span></div>40 oz. Dull Pencil.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454361144196343362noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836088442283141059.post-17714858396093567102011-04-10T04:38:00.002-04:002011-04-11T14:10:26.955-04:00QUESTION:Why are people interested in Meerkats<br />
And not Subway Rats?<br />
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Why would anyone paint a Yaris<br />
Baby-Yellow?40 oz. Dull Pencil.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454361144196343362noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836088442283141059.post-10236719664705682782011-03-26T13:31:00.000-04:002011-03-26T13:31:02.049-04:00OH WALDO:<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik43A8SJMcqeMhJ_HhMfKIzpi6wY4zPu4_6j6mmEfYEuiUnR_cf9I47me7BnIqCUJ9w5OqT09Ht6pebDBs-Vq4ThPbExiwfl6Yl7f0xTbPdCNiZemmON2r_n6WiN7R9ZWHTBmRQs7SAC8/s1600/81396189.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik43A8SJMcqeMhJ_HhMfKIzpi6wY4zPu4_6j6mmEfYEuiUnR_cf9I47me7BnIqCUJ9w5OqT09Ht6pebDBs-Vq4ThPbExiwfl6Yl7f0xTbPdCNiZemmON2r_n6WiN7R9ZWHTBmRQs7SAC8/s400/81396189.jpg" width="371" /></a></div>40 oz. Dull Pencil.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454361144196343362noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836088442283141059.post-90593046716938643232011-03-13T03:42:00.001-04:002011-03-13T03:43:36.312-04:00CARL:<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUYQHDXE6pb5rpWhkUEMABCCSVi80BUyn8kNK6hvzEN04EvzFpGJGhCMDvB7mEsMT0UKKW-AayOUj6H53Q9mI5m5gzJo_-J72iUkMK8WezxkP7GRLN7YpmpfXJ2clFn3Q_Z3GItVNCIVE/s1600/IMG00031-20101108-1610.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUYQHDXE6pb5rpWhkUEMABCCSVi80BUyn8kNK6hvzEN04EvzFpGJGhCMDvB7mEsMT0UKKW-AayOUj6H53Q9mI5m5gzJo_-J72iUkMK8WezxkP7GRLN7YpmpfXJ2clFn3Q_Z3GItVNCIVE/s400/IMG00031-20101108-1610.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>40 oz. Dull Pencil.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454361144196343362noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836088442283141059.post-78367747733861000142011-03-13T03:38:00.003-04:002011-03-13T03:38:49.239-04:00WEDNESDAY:<div class="MsoNormal">What’s wrong?</div><div class="MsoNormal">Shouldn’t</div><div class="MsoNormal">We be tripping, </div><div class="MsoNormal">The light?</div><div class="MsoNormal">Fandango?</div><div class="MsoNormal">Losing the concubines</div><div class="MsoNormal">And reveling in another year,</div><div class="MsoNormal">Of friends and fracas?</div><div class="MsoNormal">Causing trouble </div><div class="MsoNormal">And pissing in the streets?</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Instead your head is heavy.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Your slant,</div><div class="MsoNormal">Tropical.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Your speech,</div><div class="MsoNormal">Slumped in corpulent circumspect.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Your dreams are not mine.</div><div class="MsoNormal">They were once,</div><div class="MsoNormal">But things change.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Reason has been lost.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Sympathy shortened,</div><div class="MsoNormal">Signed.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">We used to sing!</div><div class="MsoNormal">Plan. Turn tricks. Trifle with women.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Staked claims. Surmount oblivious breeds.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Calm waters. Torment truncated verse.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Now we try,</div><div class="MsoNormal">To trust.</div><div class="MsoNormal">To be.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Together.</div><div class="MsoNormal">On the same stage,</div><div class="MsoNormal">Rule the world with much haste.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">We used to be,</div><div class="MsoNormal">Lost in the Barons.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Fur trappers.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Forced by nature to nurture.</div><div class="MsoNormal">We canoed rapids.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Hunted and fished.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Ate preserved meat.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Were.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Alive without temptation.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Without words.</div><div class="MsoNormal">With worries,</div><div class="MsoNormal">But of survival,</div><div class="MsoNormal">Mannish honor,</div><div class="MsoNormal">Strength.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Will we flush this all</div><div class="MsoNormal">Into olfactory abyss?</div><div class="MsoNormal">Cry simple and die slow?</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">It is my fear.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Just mine.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 9pt;">©DANIEL MORTON 2011<o:p></o:p></span></div>40 oz. Dull Pencil.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454361144196343362noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836088442283141059.post-10687320515193484322011-03-09T02:30:00.004-05:002011-03-09T03:24:12.799-05:00MOURNING:<div class="MsoNormal">Again swilling back something.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Someone must be to thank.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Thinking about time,</div><div class="MsoNormal">Discontent with its speedy passing,</div><div class="MsoNormal">Its mingling with my dreams along the way.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Meddling with aspiration and assumption.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Slinking away into deep nights,<br />
Dank dreams</div><div class="MsoNormal">Dramatically folding with the weather into, </div><div class="MsoNormal">Continuous.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Silence.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Questioning, </div><div class="MsoNormal">Wrath and wrong,</div><div class="MsoNormal">Write, </div><div class="MsoNormal">And writhing fingers.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Quick sex in the afternoon.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Long and slow,</div><div class="MsoNormal">Mornings.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 9px;">©DANIEL MORTON 2011</span></span></div>40 oz. Dull Pencil.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454361144196343362noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836088442283141059.post-75352645930676796082011-03-07T22:45:00.002-05:002011-04-10T04:59:13.153-04:00LOVE, SAID BETTER:<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/uZz4_x4tA0o?fs=1" width="425"></iframe>40 oz. Dull Pencil.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454361144196343362noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836088442283141059.post-78662368502282805922011-03-06T05:04:00.001-05:002011-03-06T05:05:39.697-05:00CURL:<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table>40 oz. Dull Pencil.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454361144196343362noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836088442283141059.post-82860139963096121122011-03-06T04:41:00.003-05:002011-03-09T03:09:54.386-05:00RACE HORSES:<div class="MsoNormal">Coyote Blood.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Written,</div><div class="MsoNormal">On clear</div><div class="MsoNormal">Corrugated-plastic.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Tell her She is sexy, </div><div class="MsoNormal">Ramon.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Never-mind the gap.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Never-mind, La Rubia.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Never-mind…</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Her eyes, </div><div class="MsoNormal">Their pain.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Triumph!</div><div class="MsoNormal">Un-like any motorcycle.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Get Tattoos!</div><div class="MsoNormal">And trust no one!</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Kids sleeping </div><div class="MsoNormal">At home,</div><div class="MsoNormal">They are good.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Wholesome.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Black,</div><div class="MsoNormal">Plastic guns.</div><div class="MsoNormal">And lines of white,</div><div class="MsoNormal">Women.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">She is.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">All I need,<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">To get by.</i></div><div class="MsoNormal">Stuffed!</div><div class="MsoNormal">Animals on the TV.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Friar Tuck?</div><div class="MsoNormal">Oh yes, </div><div class="MsoNormal">He is a Badger.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Same story.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Big eyes,</div><div class="MsoNormal">Bright Eyes.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Lipstick, perfection red,</div><div class="MsoNormal">No,</div><div class="MsoNormal">Not Riley’s.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">“I FEAR NOTHING!”</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Single-Sinner-Radio.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Why do I?</div><div class="MsoNormal">Shower on the beach in my dreams?</div><div class="MsoNormal">Slide down<br />
Never ending stairwells in the rain?</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Balloons like Butterflies</div><div class="MsoNormal">Must die.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Conscience Stream.</div><div class="MsoNormal">River,</div><div class="MsoNormal">Damned:</div><div class="MsoNormal">Hydro-Electric-Evening.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Drained.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">World-Smith.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Word-War.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I want to name,</div><div class="MsoNormal">Race horses.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Call her Assumption-Rewarded.<br />
<span style="font-family: 'COPY RIGHT'; font-size: 7pt;">©</span><span style="font-size: 7pt;">DANIEL MORTON 2011</span></div>40 oz. Dull Pencil.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454361144196343362noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836088442283141059.post-2998580034359862552011-02-20T05:02:00.003-05:002011-03-09T02:12:42.771-05:00WHEN YOU CALL MY NAME:<div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;">He's wasted again,<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">I feel something.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Not remorse,<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">No loathing.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">No disappointment,<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">He is happy.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">I am happy.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Different levels,<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Space-age bras<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">We are levity.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">We are bearded men,<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Space-suit blue.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Raging the dark wood.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Weathering the storms,<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Waiting on cocaine deliveries.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Wanting to stage a night.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Little lion men.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;">Wishing to con the revelry.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'COPY RIGHT'; font-size: 7pt;">©</span><span style="font-size: 7pt;">DANIEL MORTON 2011</span></div>40 oz. Dull Pencil.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454361144196343362noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836088442283141059.post-83270970922999543242011-02-17T01:37:00.003-05:002011-03-09T03:25:51.768-05:00INSPIRATION:<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table>40 oz. Dull Pencil.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454361144196343362noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836088442283141059.post-64589005092676726762011-02-17T01:03:00.006-05:002011-03-09T02:12:11.485-05:00RAIN OR RIVER:<div class="MsoNormal">East River,</div><div class="MsoNormal">First of spring,</div><div class="MsoNormal">Vested.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Craggy rocks </div><div class="MsoNormal">Vineyard sun, setting.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Queensborough Eclipse.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Rasping Red-Tug’s</div><div class="MsoNormal">Downstream dominance.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Floating above the eff D arr,</div><div class="MsoNormal">Hands refreshed,</div><div class="MsoNormal">Stiff.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Climbing iron to perch,</div><div class="MsoNormal">Lighthouse level.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">A strange beauty this man,</div><div class="MsoNormal">With his gardens and </div><div class="MsoNormal">Gracfull Mansion.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Places of play,</div><div class="MsoNormal">Grand arches and spaces of quiet.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Shrieking offspring,</div><div class="MsoNormal">Huff-puffing herdsmen of another time,</div><div class="MsoNormal">Haggard yuppies sweating misspent middle age.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I am hungry but haven’t shaken,</div><div class="MsoNormal">The cold and sleepless.</div><div class="MsoNormal">The River or the rain.<br />
<span style="font-family: 'COPY RIGHT'; font-size: 7pt;">©</span><span style="font-size: 7pt;">DANIEL MORTON 2011</span></div>40 oz. Dull Pencil.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454361144196343362noreply@blogger.com