Wednesday, February 9, 2011

A jam

Cool jam me and Zach. Came out not bad for just jammin. Look for the hunchback going crazy on the bell-ropes.

We have been playing a lot lately and are comin up with pretty cool stuff. Stay tuned for a gig! also, any good band names are welcome :)

Baroquearabiaengland by evchan

Originality Is

Something I came up with
that did not exist before

Like me as I occupy
a seat on a bus that did not exist with me in it
in another instance of space-time

as my other self does not worry how original
he/she/it is

as in

something i created that didn't exist before

but i am here
and i am these eyes
that watch the animals
fight over a box
of stale donuts
in the dumpster

I am these ears that hear others speak their
mind's world
and try to come up with something original
to feel real

I am this orange windbreaker picked off of a rack and paraded around
visibly at night
so i might avoid being unoriginally hit by a car

If only i was existing not as myself
my ears and eyes and nose
and balls
would preceive
real things

but instead i have forever tainted them as tethered to my relentless monotony

I am stuck

if only I could not control this pen as
it crosses the paper

if only I could gather
all that is my personal
diseased stench
and wrap in plastic and rocks
to sit at the bottom
of the sea

If only my arm could be chopped off
but the words go on

If only my mind would drop
out of my skull
and my throat contrived to ululate
words and ideas and
stale donuts for
wildlife
i might finally contribute
i might say by not
saying what i really must

a new original thing for
people

so they and I may preceive that which fits
making all their unoriginality seem original and beautifully part of a system
far too large and detailed for outside influence
to even be a possible thing

we are far too fucked
to be anything other than unique

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Untitled

Think of all and everyone you've lived and loved
like clouds across a meadow
as you sit in the grass
watching people you know play
and run around

Think of all the trails you've walked
and the beauty of the smallest weed nestled
in the crook of a tree at a nameless
indistinguishable bend

Think of how you are that weed beside that tree
and how the tree cradles you
and how that crook, that spot
the things around you are there and beautiful
and you could rest there forever
in love

Think of how that love can swallow time
and consume it
until it is nothing but a fly
buzzing through your place
existing only in the boundaries of your moment

Think of how in the absence of time
and the replacement of love
all that is good may last forever

Monday, November 8, 2010

Oldie

Untitled

Love is
snappy comebacks?
stimulating chitchat
provocative but playful
silly yet edged
the perfect girl
friend
how much should it matter?
how much does it matter?

alpha male
does not care
alpha male
biggest dick
penetrating ego
raping charisma
you you you you

me me me me
grasping
holding on
not leading
following
him
her
everything
life is torture in last place
running slow
run over.

beta saboteur
half a man
a boy

Thursday, October 14, 2010