the Messiah hath returned

and he looks like that:


i have discovered today that i'm not a funny person and actually feel fine about it (no connexion with the image above)

When reality meets fiction

I have written a poem about a war veteran living in the street who meets a teenage skateboarder one night (i'll upload it later, it's in the collection)
well, during my last trip to the City of Angeles i saw this homeless guy, with a sign saying he was a veteran, he didn't fight in the same war my veteran did (he fought in Vietnam,) but he was on the same street! so i had to take a picture with him and spare a couple bucks...
Andy took the pic, i printed it and scanned it and now it looks like this, i think it looks cool... coz im a hipster, wait...

i'll upload some very recent poems soon,
thats me, nothing for weeks and then an outburst of creativity, but i see a shrink for that and "he told me thats the lack of sex thats bringing me down, "

Poem...

PARKWAY

The sloping side of the sidewalk is lined
with empty bottles, still wrapped in the brown paper
that does not conceal them,
disposed of in a drunken nihilist toss.
Thousands of nihilist tosses.

A kid is playing on an oil-stained parking lot
where broken glass glitters on the gray concrete,
amongst the crates and car parts.
When he goes home, the burned-heads go out,
they sit there, on the curb,
looking at the parking lot where they used to play.

Brian Harper Strikes Again

A quote to live by:

"Don't let the light go out or you'll become like one of those crotchety old men who make the rules for everybody else."
-Brian Harper

...

est-ce que quelqu'un lit encore ce blog?
does anybody still read this blog?

Bonsoir

Ca fait un petit moment que j'ai pas poste,
J'accumule, je reviendrai avec du nouveau bientot,
en attendant une petite photo d'une lecture de poesie il y a deux semaines./
I am "piling up" i'll be back with new works soon,
a little picture of a poetry reading a couple weeks ago.

Fine Art Gallery, Scales Center

The book is on display at the Fine Art Gallery in Scales Center at Wake Forest University,
Go have a look and let me hear what you think.

Poeme XV

TO HAVE OR NOT TO HAVE

Superbowl.
Disneyworld.
Wii.
Sunday worship at 5.
Mac Donald's.
KFC.
Buy
buy
buy.
Batman
on DVD.
Britney's new CD.
Head and Shoulders.
Fortifying.
Hydrating.
Normalizing.
Need.
Daily use.
Target.
Organic.
New season.
New season.
New season.

No reason.

Poeme XIV

A NORMAL DAY IN THE LIFE

What am i doing in the afternoon,
sitting in the living room,
with the TV strobing on the walls
when everybody is sleeping,
in another house that is not mine?
It would be sad to be just waiting for tomorrow.

"Are you happy?" my mother once asked,
i said i didn't want to be happy or sad.
She said it's good to just let the days go by
and do what should be done.
What should be done.
I took a piece of cake
from the box on the kitchen counter.
I couldn't say if i liked it or not,
most of the time i can't decide.

I woke up way too early.
There is time now,
there's always time,
time to stay on this couch,
time to find a girl,
time before i go to work,
the time that i let go in the morning.

I decided to grab my bicycle.
The wheels were spinning
and i noticed for the first time
that the downtown buildings appear
early if you look up.
They rose like a beacon in golden light
above a sea of dark forest.
I had the choice but I had to go,
despite the cold air filling my lungs.
I untied the bandana around my throat
and went downhill.

There is beauty in this world
and it's the only gold I'm chasing.

Tadaaaaa!

Le premier poeme de ce recueil a ete ecrit il y a tout juste un an, pendant une journee pluvieuse et solitaire a San Francisco, d'autres voyages, d'autres evenements et de nombreuses revelations plus tard voici Truth Of My Youth. Entierement publie DIY* il contient 30 poemes inspires par le voyage, le reve, le punk rock, la musique en general, mes amis, bref une lutte post-adolescente. 5$ et l'equivalent en euros, je m'occupe de l'envoyer (j'ai pas teste encore...)

The first poem of this collection was written exactly one year ago, during a lonely rainy day in San Francisco, other travels, others events and many realizations later here is Truth Of My Youth. Entirely DIY published it contains 30 poems inspired by travels, dreams, punk rock, music in general, my closest friends, the post-teenage struggle. 5$, I will take care of the shipping.

Stay Gold.



*DIY=do it yourself, fait soi-meme