teetering on edge
rage flares with the setting sun
the night brings the cold. 



goooood way to end the day.

with my wolf shirt on
the seas stand still before me
and leaves freeze mid-air.

need sleep.

remember, study..
wait what? the dance is over
but the music plays.

Tis the season..

oh butternut squash
able to morph into bread
or chill in a drink.


Step one: Roast a butternut squash (400 degrees for about 45 minutes).
Step two: bake into bread, or take about a cup and blend with some cinnamon, cloves, nutmeg, a wee bit of sugar, yogurt and milk. 

Found one in the RPS office space.

tap tap tap briiiing slide.
the typewriter is alive
the black ink is life.

Rain

I like when it rains
but inside I wonder where
the homeless might sleep.

I am trying..

like leaves dropping down
ideas cascade around me
yet I can't grasp one.

a slight of his hand
nations obliderated
my hope is restored

from the morning.

there's shit in the road
but don't worry my good friend
it won't stain our shoes.

exclamation marks
bright eyes and an open mind.
it's good to be here

Colussus of Clout

eat sleep and repeat.
one has broken out of this
and now we are free.

takes a few days

iron sharpens wine
and the tree bark scrapes my skin
the world spins faster

violence breeds monsters
from the womb of the normal
leaving ugly scars

the art of eating

apple, espresso,
a roll of fresh whole wheat bread
huzzah! lunch is served.

I haven't worked in a very, very long time.

I am behind glass
watching progress, watching time.
I have grown stagnant.


My operating definition of work is something art related. Sure, I've dabbled here and there, but gone all out? Too long. Hopefully soon I can break the glass. 

explosions inside
creativity outside
I am, eh, artist.

I am not worthy,
yet even the ants play a 
role in this world

sweet child of mine

unclean and unkept
feral individual
you are dearly loved

Moleskine

feral does it friend.
the singed and hairs muddied shoes
remind me of home

I'd like to write something now but I can only think of sleeping.

Thanks,
Ben

we are like the trees.
changes happen within as
the outside decays.

don't forget to stop when you read.

I will reduce you.
a beautiful memory.
a single image.

Yes

orange yellow brown.
a shell of chocolate hides
peanut butter core.

Mamiya C330

one plus one is two

plus three pounds gives you the weight.

veritable tank.

the wait is over!

I heart Jack Bauer
twenty four is amazing
enough said my friend.

perched atop the sky
lightning eyes follow below
a scene of boredom.



This break I have spend too much time on the internet and not enough creating.