Because We Can
Crawled deserts of backyard tundra looking for Stan (dog). STAN! STAN! I bellowed. Nothing. STAN! No sign. Ah wait. Here's Stan. Shitting in the neighbor's yard is all. Now he too has been saved by visibility. We crawl up. Steep back steps. Into the warmth and the light, the chrome and vinyl. Away from the dark heart of Nature. Together. Exhausted phenotypes. Taking our water. Our life lights flickering slightly
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I am a software exec. and I do secret internet foo. I live near Boston, Massachusetts and spend a lot of time in San Francisco.
I began writing poetry a few years ago in a brave but ultimately feckless attempt to stave off a canonical entrapment breakdown.
I sometimes write with a pseudonym: Yorick_Nixon. I also write music and play musical instruments. I was a member of Boston noise band Inner Beauty and San Francisco improv combo Senator Buchanon. With the members of Inner Beauty I co-authored a pre-web internet published dystopic novel entitled "Skunk Angst".
Any spare time I have I read Shakespeare or listen to Bach. Bach seems to be the one thing all nerds agree on. I've lost touch with my culture. Though my friend Janet has turned me onto Cat Power. My only firmly held cultural belief is that Chan Marshall of Cat Power is kind of a babe. |
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