Cento:

A poem pieced from other poems.

Neruda, Cummings and F. Wright:

Que ves con ojos ciegos?
Soy el tigre
(and God have mercy on my monster)

No one is a stranger, this whole world is your home.
Entre los heros pasero
By that bum who's everyone
Quienes son los que sufren?
No se, pero son mios
I'm leaving here, I still don't know.

Let's all be thankful as hell
In time of lilacs who proclaim
Let beauty touch a blunder
Dive for dreams
Deja el viento corra
Because you aren't afraid to kiss the dirt
(And consequently care to kiss the sky)

I shake hands with the sky
Riete de la noche.

Adventures in Bohemian Impoverishment VII.

Seven counting the catastrophe. No time to dilly dally... here's what's new:

--went on a fast for 6 days (instead of 10...) no longer a smoker, sugar or caffeine addict. feels good. pretty good. miss the smokes.

--just got back from house sitting for four cats in AA.

--Alec and i had our first "Elmores" recording session at Uncle Fred Freers... (Timmy's dad). It went OKAY.

--Reading Harry Potter--on #4. help-me-i'm-obsessed.

--got a poem published in a very small publication. black book press. Look them up on myspace. Submit to them! they publish just about everyone new.

--watching the pistons. hurray. pretending not to be hurt by the dead-wings.

--had a brunch with joel's family sunday. it went very well, they are cool people.

--did an i was just kidding show today. went well.

--also recorded sleepy hollow for hannan house.

listen to our Christmas Carol. My grandma is on it.

--driving legal for the first time since... september? since stanley died.

Sorry to be so brief.