Thursday, August 27, 2009

landmark

this city is trying to wake up all the dreamers, and i’m a dreamer
and i won’t be asleep when the battle comes for me
i filed the last prison bars there is nothing left to beat and
i can see the red light flashing
let freedom ring, let freedom ring

this city is trying to wake up all the dreamers
“that’s enough,” she said
she clipped off my wings and then she carried me to bed
mission stars may never hide us, but i’m the lover still,
riding transfers with my friends and i can love, i’m in love again

when i am living for my friends, i am living.

this city is trying to wake up all the dreamers, and i’ve been up for weeks
and i could get some sleep if the battle would come for me
the ocean came to my front door i
let the tides recede
filled my pockets
left for dead
stealing horses with my friends.

when i am living for my friends, i am living.

low red land

Friday, August 21, 2009

Kiss me, you're beautiful...these are truly the last days.






















































*this week
kiss me, you're beautiful

And in case you missed my final day of reporting from the Wanderlust Fest...
I met Andrew Bird at breakfast.

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

its raining in athens.

dirt on my anklebone, i just dont know
about pastel colours and big pockets i cant remember
what used to make sense, or the things i liked and favourites
are mixed up or stolen and i remember when all i wanted
years ago was to be quiet and brave guess im here now just
killing time.

Monday, August 17, 2009

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Monday, August 3, 2009

time lapse of tree

( revised! )


easy

, uttered soil,

gently does it gently
must you embark upon
these heights

, uttered soil,

and slowly unstow
this render-ready
cargo now

okay now loosen

up now fathom
the storied sky now
have at the sky

, uttered soil,

have at it