...imperfect from now on...

safe travels my friends

and show that we 

nor they 

are the enemy

and that the perfection

we seek to attain

is just as foolish

as any utopian dream

conjured up 

by the leaders

of our states

...the article spoke in pronouns...

I we the the we

(am able to find)

(are not able to find)

(table dancer dank pit)

(lush loathsome brown tree)

(gamble at the bay)

I we the the we

(will not give cup)

(cannot give up cup)

(former president's pancake)

(fresh flour funneling down)

(stampede at a cricket's chirp)

I we the the we

(am dancing three beats ahead)

(clam closer like clams)

(terrible fever you get away with)

(accent in her hourglass)

(forgot to say good)(bye)

I we the the we

...ear-plugs...

all tomorrow's

parties will come

back to haunt me

in the ghosts 

of an abandon

hotel and the joys 

of the first kiss

and the last song

of the evening

that came as soon

as the early exit

as soon as 

we were loveless

...inimitable fashion...

removing the webs

you opened up these eyes

and moved these old 

bones over deciding

to invent or reinvent

the concepts of heaven

and hell, depth 

and depravity

only to continue

on your stroll

through the yard

...mazel tov...

congrads John & Kim!!!

thank you for making me

a special part of you big day!!!

I love you guys!!!

...helping with the loading...

when we talked 

tonight you asked

me how I like 

my job

and I told 

you my name

as my answer

said it was

clever & convenient

...stupid cupid...

start:

where's my Cass

where's my Cass

sitting in class

here on my ass

where's my Cass

where's my Cass

:finish

...to do list minus the capital...

my morning jacket in philly (watch the wind)

silver jews in brooklyn, manhattan, hoboken (watch the storm)

john's wedding on the hudson (perform the ritual)

doug at kutsher's (so f'ing wierd)

mbv finally (in the borscht belt?)

doug at terminal 5 (bring a sweater)

gas money? (hmmm...)

...go get 'em big guy...

Let's cut down 

on the Challah 

big guy...

I'll curb the ale...

and we'll both work

on the coughing...

Happy Birthday Dad!!!

...extracting wisdom...

this is because of:

melon and scooter pies

blankets full of stems, sticks

and politics

I cover your back 

with mine

you signal to fix

eyes on the still

of the smile

(after words

form their digression)

...humming...

his goal of echo

was achieved 

even though the sound

stuck in the crowd

and never returned

back from the 

red brick wall.

...deviant power...

reception ladies phone lines

crossed lines like stormed over

lamplights and powerpolls

(as briefly as the sky opens

up it closes, sleeping on the soft

side of the pillow)

the dreams are now clever

as they fuck with you

when you think about the eyes

being opened before

they reach 

the state

...accidental sail...

busted up

the charts

(the winds fill it up)

(the waster begins wander)

crafted out for rent

shorter sea side

than the charted

course we had set

but we will get there

none-the-less

(sway left)

(stray left)

...not a poem, a complaint...

Last night, at around 2am,

August 5th,

I had five great quatrains

sitting on my screen,

not intended to be a blog or anything,

more intended for a crafted poem

and they were really good             you know,

when you push the chair back from 

the desk and go "How the fuck did I do that?"

and then 

I hit something. 

And then I lost it.

And then I searched for it for the next hour.

And I could not find it. And now, I am really

pissed about this. You would be too if you 

saw them. 

(needed to get that out there...)

...housecleaning...

this 

vacuum 

sucks (...)

(good

this place

is filthy)

(...)

...coin star...

when do you panic

when  the money runs out

           the water runs dry

          the damn nearly bursts

           the lump in your throat

doesn't fill me 

with confidence

...pant...

it is hot as fuck

and you wear pants

because you are a hipster

and complain about it

like we should care

(Satomi, you are the smartest

woman in indie rock)

...three dog night...

no

I will not sing Joy

to the World

or talk of a bullfrog

but the dog's barking

at the car door slams

and the scurrying howl

that translates to

"where are you?!?!?!"

forces me to keep them

assured that it will

be a short short night

and a long long weekend

(for Shea, Buddy, and Chester)

...range of motion...

want to experience 

sadness and happiness

all at once?

Tell someone

who doesn't love you

anymore to have

a happy birthday

and really mean it

while watching 

Tim, Eric, and Zach

advertise for Absolut

and you'll cry

and you won't know

exactly why

that is

...blue sky bitter...

inland

the shore birds find

unfamiliar ground

and greet it without

hesitation because

the seasons have shifted

like the taste

and acidity of the air

forced by our hand