December 2011
13 posts
East First Avenue
We had an earbud each, ensuring the distance between us never grew too great. We walked because we weren’t thinking about our legs and so they moved forward in unison without us. We watched each other through camera lens, present but removed. We smiled at nothing, which passersby repeatedly mistook and smiled back. The music hummed at us, as the city interjected its constant blankness....
poetry slam
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Meet Bert
Bert walked into the lobby of a building.
Bert waited for the elevator.
Inside the elevator, Bert pushed the wrong button, then the right button.
Bert waited as the elevator stopped on the wrong floor, then the right floor.
Bert modeled himself after an idea of himself.
The idea Bert had of himself at the time was someone who could walk into a party and not seem uncomfortable.
Inside, all...
“a customer came up to me today and said “whats wrong” while i was thinking about...”
– selections from Spencer Madsen’s Twitter by Elaine Sun (editor)
“what’s more american than loneliness”
– selections from Spencer Madsen’s Twitter by Elaine Sun (editor)
“i’d rather be a tree in lord of the rings than a person in real life”
– selections from Spencer Madsen’s Twitter by Elaine Sun (editor)
I knew from the first or second time we drank that I’d always remember the way liquor brushed her face with the seamless colors of autumn, as if she were home from a day of sun, eager perhaps, to see me. With calm eyes she often told me about her dreams. Sometimes in the middle of the night, sometimes morning, or many days after. I was always featured. She said it took time to find the right...
http://grooveshark.com/s/One+Great+City+/26NnX3?src=5
listening to this song y’all
is that the proper position for the apostrophe. is it ya’ll
yal’l. jk its definitely not that
unsure about y’all vs ya’ll though. its the first isn’t it, because the second is ya will, ya’ll do that, etc
anyway. that song, right, it made me sad
my ex, right, she wants...
things a man with one leg said outside the F train...
help out a veteran smell the sanka, tell everybody it was your fault wake up and die right tell ‘em you had a good dream but you woke up frightened all the hugs and kisses that you forget tomorrow open up the sanka make believe the coffee is real your mommy wasn’t even changing your diapers where were she sheep, fatherly sheep help out a veteran spare some change who gets limbs blown...
a poor substitute for your laugh a necessary, lost point of reference
like headphones plugged into nothing i listen for the escape in absence
delaying what’s important we think in daydreams
walls painted unevenly and scenarios silent
exiting the subway with you, i always fumbled at the single person turnstile unable to comprehend why anything would want to separate us
and the...