words through barsmoke

2007-11-24T23:11:00.000-05:00

to clingnononononodon'tnowaitit'snononononononotyetdon'tnotyetdon'tdon'tit'snotyetnono

2007-09-28T21:37:00.000-04:00

Putting It On WaxThe Real Real Behind The RealSaturday, December 04, 2004movie scene #1 - MORNING, THIRD FLOOR CONVERTED ATTIC BEDROOM IN AN UP AND DOWN DOUBLE APARTMENT, CLEVELAND. <> cut from black title screen to backlit silouhette of a nude woman opening the blinds of a curtainless window. cut to man in bed viewing this from behind. a look of contentment as he raises his head to look more

2007-09-28T21:32:00.001-04:00

Side lessonsAll I have to say isn’t only one thing, There’s other stuff too, In the background.

2007-01-09T22:08:00.000-05:00

(Fat snowflakes at 4am when you can see your breath and hear nothing but silence.) Trudging through the snow all I could think about was angels and finding Josh's jeep door. I told him not to park it in front tonight. Too many idiots out tonight. Tonight was the NCAA Big East Championship Game. This place was like a different planet. My apartment had become the Star Wars cantina in the

2006-12-22T02:53:00.000-05:00

I want to get money to buy special education students each a nintendo wii as a means to enhance their motor skills.

2006-07-10T12:41:00.000-04:00

amsterdive pt.2remember you were here and couldn't score any higher,and we just wander through dodging bulletsstealing bicycles and laughing.

2006-06-15T23:57:00.000-04:00

students/ teaching/ respect/ 1960s stanford prison studyI have made them aware of both our inherent and assumed roles and seek to further educate them as to the intrinsic value of study, both of human society and self.I will try as best I can to monitor the assumptions that are prevalent on my end of the teacher/student dynamic, and will challenge students to keep me to this attempt.why I should

2006-04-27T23:13:00.000-04:00

To My WifeSome things are as predictable as lesbians with dreamcatchers hanging on their car's rearview mirror. And the way we miscommunicate with these paltry words just adds to the thick soup of errors. It is like we are hanging in there in the late rounds of a boxing match where the punches are slights and the knockout blows come late at night over videogames. We grasp knowing that summer

2006-04-15T00:25:00.000-04:00

combat. twenty six hours in a ditch. "i'm blinking.", the soldier whispers to himself. he is alone...for the moment. "fuckin sun. come on! RISE!", there is a desperation in his voice as his subconscious speaks without him. the paranoia set in hours ago and any minute the air could be filled with frustrated grunts and howls like the sighs from a wild old boar as it lay suffering in the night,

2006-04-15T00:22:00.000-04:00

23 possibilities concerning how a bra wound up in this alley drenched in a puddle and soiled.1. it could have been a drunk couple. a guy with real class taking his date behind the dumpster for one from behind real quick.2. maybe a garbage bag broke and it fell out. but then why isn't it surrounded by used paper towels, cigarette butts and milk cartons.3. a girl, gnashing of teeth, flesh on bone.4

2006-04-11T23:03:00.000-04:00

all the things i used to live to make have been killed out of me and replaced by the things that i live that make me kill. the things that used to kill me are now the things i live off of. who i am is not who i was but who i was is not who i was but am now. and what those things are don't matter as much as what they aren't anymore. what has replaced those things is now irreplacable and the

2005-06-25T00:19:00.000-04:00

The way they'd dance you'd think it was the end of the world. But Erle wasn't so much captivated by the whole thing as much as he was transfixed by the sight of twenty four nyloned legs kicking a Can-Can in Coney Island. He had been off from the hosiery factory since the day shift. Erle's eyes never made it to the s-curved hip lines of those sequenced beauties but lived for the sopt on their

2005-03-26T23:26:00.000-05:00

i've got too many choices and not enough options. shit's narrowing down as it speeds up. and fucking mall traffic. every fucking day with the mall traffic. here's some advice early on. NEVER WORK AT A MALL RESTARAUNT.

2004-10-08T23:09:00.000-04:00

Peter Jennings is surprised about the complexity of basic American thinking. He fails to realize how media savvy even the least of us has become. In fact, the least of us tend to be the more atuned to coverage. He was surprised that people weren't reacting as much to the daily news swirl that he and the rest of them are so sucked into. We tend to think more long term, more abstractly. Peter

2004-08-20T00:53:00.000-04:00

My Teaching Philosophy (AKA Why I Show Up Each Day) I believe in a free education. I believe that a look at the entirety of human history indicates a fundamental belief that knowledge, and the manipulation of knowledge, are vital to a meaningful existence on this planet. I believe that schools, if they are to fulfill their most important mission, are a means by which we produce

2004-08-08T23:59:00.000-04:00

a proposition in the entirety of native american creation stories, none can be found containing original sin or the notion of a fall from grace. this is a fundamental supposition, completely contrary to the belief system of Christianity. As members of a predominately Christian society, and when considering the entire body of western literature, we must consider the native American and their

2004-08-02T11:50:00.000-04:00

it’s fucked up these loops that we spin in for Dave Gangloff I keep thinking that I need to remember that it is not about me I don’t need to get all inside myself picturing my own death spinning out of control man wasn’t there a phone call cigarette journal song pen shit pillow food drive drug project mix tape old movie email game laundry drink news show ball game shower some other thing but

2004-06-21T23:52:00.000-04:00

"just four choruses. more than that and you're just practicing." - Charlie Parker

2004-06-16T00:25:00.000-04:00

ray charles My dad loved him and I think if I put it on even now, especially now, he would still love it.

2003-09-10T23:36:00.000-04:00

the tuesday night fights suck tonight we got women that box round boxes punching bags and we wait for some skill to slip calculations of swiftness instinctual prey ripping and tearing and carrying home over our shoulders.

2003-08-01T00:39:00.000-04:00

NOTES FOR WAITERS, AN EVENTUAL NOVEL Chapter Eleven "On The Dropping of The Check" When your waiter brings you the check it can only signify one thing; the waiter wants you to leave. In an ideal world this would be the moment when you reach for your wallet. Too many of you don't. The check signifies a bringing-to-a-close of whatever it is your doing there. It means that you should be

2003-07-15T23:20:00.000-04:00

------- Merely (Academic) -------------- I shit on the memoir. If you are going to use my time at least lie to me a bit. Give me fiction. I already have a life of my own. -------------- ----------- Merely (Academic) Alternate Version --------- I shit on the personal memoir as a genre. At least lie to me. I already have a life. ---------------

2003-07-12T01:45:00.000-04:00

Un-lowed (at this end of this poem I keep the dollar) the beauty of an elegant line and the ability of cardboard to hold up through rain had never, I believe, been held in so much proximity. american design holds that the elegant line can be found most anywhere the beautiful simplicity of the round Honeywell thermostat a chalk board wish bone formation in a blur of X's and O's the brooklyn

2003-07-07T00:39:00.000-04:00

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Reflection of a choke) the buzzer sounds and I haven't even got my shot off( spw +++++++++++++++++++++++++

2003-06-26T22:22:00.000-04:00

man shoots cow, other man shoots first man. man is from California, in Montana other man has never met a man from California, considers most of them to be queers. other man tells this story once in town. man had no business hunting. man had only owned a gun for a day or so. other man patrolled his acres on horseback with a gun for where the barbwire was down. other man had land,

2003-03-13T23:47:00.000-05:00

**** CNN ***** *** HEADLINE NEWS **** ** BLUES **** gaining a sped up halflife bits scribbled bits its fragmented slip screen ticker type factoids crawling towards my sped up halflife.

2003-02-12T22:41:00.000-05:00

so the big deal is that i've been dreaming of the dying breath of a great man.

2002-12-16T22:43:00.000-05:00

2002-12-08T22:46:00.000-05:00

[12/8/2002 7:41:12 PM | swheeler] --IMPOSTERIAL POSES --[12/8/2002 7:39:22 PM | swheeler] i asked a man [12/8/2002 7:38:29 PM | swheeler] when they opened, [12/8/2002 7:35:53 PM | swheeler] he said he only just started[12/8/2002 7:29:11 PM | swheeler] sleeping there.spw

2002-12-08T22:41:00.000-05:00

--Downtown Arcade -- a mustached lady with her red-tipped blind stick is kicked by the dome haired asian kid so heavy in her pink moon boots. spw

2002-12-08T22:39:00.000-05:00

the crinkle as he walked, so many keychains and baubles attached, and wore always a helmet with a headlight for both safety and perhaps a metaphorical illumination.

2002-12-08T22:38:00.000-05:00

LOSING TRACK OF EXPERIENCES She dropped into my mental dust heap, swept up like so many spent cigarettes, soon after we'd exhausted the possibilities afforded to those who pass their days in the interior spaces of frameless mattresses and blanketed curtained windows. She was not so much a thing in my life, but a time, not a time but an instance, insisted upon for the sake of a tiresome sexual

2002-12-08T22:35:00.000-05:00

AN OUTSIDE OF A BRITISH PUB SONNET -- hALFEN sTANCE -- half between a lean and a stumble an inviting and familiar wall lept out, causing a sigh, a long almost vomit drool, a crumble that inward left behind a wimpetic shout. brick headed with regret and empty, keeping always a sway for admission, duplicitous in his own regard, and he drunk in dreams, rich in decision. yet rockstar famous in

2002-12-08T22:29:00.000-05:00

authenticity is the key to creating context.

2002-11-16T23:51:00.000-05:00

A History of the World for Roughly the Last 10 Minutes ... Chapter: Roger Sherman, 36, 9:44 P.M., Washington DC, Resident … had to remember to grab those diapers. she’d probably be asleep on the couch holding the baby. life’s getting more and more ideal. the house, the wife, the baby. cliché and beautiful. and honest. he was growing so fast the cameras can’t keep up digital as they are.

2002-09-28T02:42:00.000-04:00

English Tapes I'd known Abbey about three years before she got in her head to go into television. How the fuck she ever came up with that one. Not exactly television, she said, "English Tapes." "English Tapes?" It was for mexicans. Some idiot she knew, knew somebody, that needed an extra in these foreign language tapes. So that Mexicans could learn English. "English Tapes?" Within six

2002-09-17T23:17:00.000-04:00

i think it all ended the day the president shot his cabinet on television. i'll never forget it. that's the day i gave up.

2002-09-07T03:12:00.000-04:00

IN THINKING ABOUT TIME AND TRENDS i think that ever since humanity, the future has held the promise of The Force and lasers. think about old english epics, like beowulf, or the lord of the rings. There is that part of us that takes fantasy dragons as history. There really was a time when most of humanity believed in dragons and little gnomes. We think of the past as a time when magic, and

2002-09-04T00:31:00.000-04:00

comments should be directed to d5blokes@sbcglobal.net

2002-09-04T00:26:00.000-04:00

Caught Unsuspecting now a bar with a coin-operated shuffleboard table, that is rare. and also a good jukebox .

2002-09-04T00:21:00.000-04:00

what to do if they should ever stop smoking i guess i'd have to take up a new profession. i basically live on the poor habits of others. That and their quarter tips. smoking is the peanut butter to drinking's jelly. if one goes, it all goes to shit.

2002-08-25T22:52:00.000-04:00

23 possibilities concerning how a bra wound up in this alley drenched in a puddle and soiled. 1. it could have been a drunk couple. a guy with real class taking his date behind the dumpster for one from behind real quick. 2. maybe a garbage bag broke and it fell out. but then why isn't it surrounded by used paper towls, cigarette butts and milk cartons. 3. a girl alone, gnashing of teeth,

2002-08-25T22:38:00.000-04:00

You can't dissappoint me. You're my friend.

2002-08-24T14:14:00.000-04:00

HOW I WOKE UP SURROUNDED BY GOLF CLUBS I. WHAT HAPPENS 1. The three men sift through their pockets at the same time. The bill has surprised them, credit cards are sought, offered, rejected. The men do not usually have need of cash. This is not their neighborhood, or the bar across from their office. This is Billy “Boy” Brenelt’s bar. Slumming. 2. Billy sits at home at a shiny linoleum

2002-08-24T14:13:00.000-04:00

- Do you have any cash? - Plastic. - Me too. Are you sure they don’t take credit cards? - They don’t even have an electronic register. I told you we should’ve went to the club. Three businessmen all wear expensive suits. They fish in their pockets, wallets, and turn up nothing but business cards. And plastic. Slumming at a dive bar. After strip-clubs. Lunch at Hooter’s, and right before

2002-08-24T14:12:00.001-04:00

The Dishwasher sweating grey dark stained his shirt tight heaves breathing and his hands covered in ashen grease smears layered to the elbow with leftover business meals break time alley out back steaming brick the echoes clang off silver and pan kitchen layers waft past the blue tired milk crate where he smokes near a tin can ashtray heaving sighs of new cars and leaving.

2002-08-24T14:12:00.000-04:00

going nowhere with this thought but wan’t to/should/will/am/talking about a man who buys you a drink while looking in your eyes and hating you. Looking you in the eyes and saying fucked up shit like “I bet that’s your favorite beer. Yeah, I bet you fucking like that alot.” And then I turn and walk away, this being the beer that I couldn’t afford to get, and this prick toughguy drunk, who

2002-08-24T14:11:00.000-04:00

We’ll always have our little lunchboxes of safety Dangling from our arms And we’ll carry the thickest book we have on us Dictionaries tied with shoestrings. We’ll always have our fridgerator fingerpaints Swindling under our noses And we’ll carry the widest look we have on us Dignitaries tied with shoestrings.

2002-08-24T14:10:00.001-04:00

20 minutes 8/16 i’m killing myself. Watching these kids run up and down the street makes me fade quicker. I should be with them, running. But i smoke and drink carbonated beverages that slow my metabolism. I poured the rest of my pepsi in to the porcelain drain and it fizzled, a diabolical battery acid chemistry class fizzle. Jesus christ, that’s what goes into my stomach all day. Or when

2002-08-24T14:10:00.000-04:00

JOE: ...AND ALL THOSE TV MOTHERFUCKERS WANT IS ANOTHER FUCKING TEENAGE TRAGEDY, ANOTHER PROLONGATED NEWS EPISODE TO MAKE THE POLITICIANS CHURN. I FOR ONE AM SICK OF IT!!! I DON’T WANT TO WATCH ANOTHER FUCKING SECOND OF ALL THIS BULLSHIT. I DON’T WANT MY SHOWS INTERUPTED WITH ANY MORE STORIES ABOUT HOW PARENTS SHOULD GET SUED OVER SOME KID GOING FUCKING BERSERK IN THE HALLWAY ONE DAY. I’VE

2002-08-24T14:08:00.000-04:00

There’s something to be said for staying up all night. There’s a blueness to the morning that you can only get at twenty-two years old and barely employed. A time when you’re outside of yourself because being inside would just mean more of the same. Work, money and rent. There’s a way that you escape from it. When you just need time to see a blue late night sunrise with your friends. I’d

2002-08-24T14:07:00.001-04:00

if it wasn't for you i'd be swimming in shit doing flip turns in bed alone.

2002-08-24T14:07:00.000-04:00

You are the zoo. They are the keepers. It is always feeding time.