it's weird, sad, thrilling

people think of you despite

lack of awareness.

today I found out

someone was discussing me

though I don't know them

it seems like a breech

and it's scary and sad too

cause I'll think of death

this info would spread

should I die, a prolific

curiosity.

and do you "notehim",

I've since made out with resin?

there was fun and fear

cause you always were

a chainsmoker, and now her

and maybe me too.

no summer can compare

live among the trees
dirt filled fingernails all day
sweat draws the bees close

fungus creeps and thrives
temptation is strong to pick
what you see, it's true

that poison ivy
may try to attack and spread
but you've come prepared

happy as can be
the cuyahoga valley
and me, like two peas

day

you would bite my tongue

looks and movements don't feel wrong

until after words

voice(s)

looking for it lost
along the way, catch phrases
caught among bundles

i hate when the blinds

on my window misalign

personal reminders

i pack up and move,

to be ready this time round.

The Things They Carried.

Honestly works best.
Until you honestly don't
love me. -- Then get lost.

Chuck Palahniuk

Is like the Dave Matthews Band

version of shock lit.

Moments of Vanity

Hop out the shower,
Clean off the mirror, toss your
hair and say, "Yes, please!"

((it's good for your health they say))

Copyright Martin Kellogg on May 13th, 2009:

Hippo: "Hippos suck."

Other hippo: "Don't be so

hippo critical"

across the stages
you have walked, he carefully
watched; he does love you

sri lanka

an island bloodbath,
propaganda and ethnic
tensions colliding

international
outrage, but what is to be
done? through letters and

disapproval of
government doings? no
accountable actions

weeping and shaking,
what is there left to do for
loss of human life?

country sovereignty
and law, selfish excuses
to power and greed

personal interests
over general welfare,
WE HAVE HAD ENOUGH

Standing in this field,
cold and uncertain, I wait.
Waiting for contact.

remember me son?

I raised you for twenty years.

we've grown so apart

etched into bark breath
incredible dark, promise
nope never good day

YOU ARE YOUR OWN

of learning of love,
if only i believed in
god, someone to blame

simple right?

Just hold tight 'til you
no longer recognize it.
-- Now let go and forget.

let's write what we feel

these five seven fives
have made a monster of me.
i'm not blind, you know.

in my own way

Words sting harsh like barbs
sent on rough stationary.
Delivered with care.

a pair of scissors, please

if i could cut all
these tangled strings binding us
to other things, oh!

exploration date

yeah, i understand

why we can't use the term 'love'.

ummm, it keeps how long?

"..my initial response was that the context was a limiting factor in determining the self because it could never fully reflect our being, only parts of it. Even though I wrote "getting lost", I see loneliness as a more fulfilling experience because it allows all parts of the being to rise to the surface, and be grasped by the self. We become the context for ourselves."

i think you're trying

to say shit in fancy ways

a common bad choice

enlightened

CREATURE FEATURES CATCH
TONGUE-TWISTERS AWAKE TO BAKE
SUNSHINE // MELLOW PIE

Jet Set of Luggage

Fold me up like a
transformer suit case carry on.
Pick me up -- Let's go.

Texting Across the Room

So ambivalent:
"I don't know, what do you think?"
I think you make me laugh.

She Sings Sweet Songs

Close my eyes; pretend
those love words are meant for me.
Starts me day dreaming.

Eggs in the evening.
Pancakes post meridiem.
Breakfast for dinner.