part of the sickness

my head feels like two heads

heavy,
i sway like ocean weight
buoying

someone
described his
eyes as "buoyant"

i, i
questioned the wording



it's part of the sickness

when everything else
is pouring out of me
why not songs?

words too,
and damn, i'm vocal
my new years resolution
is to shut
the fuck up

right after this line,
i swear
one more
take and
i can
hit this

high note

untime

Untime
My hands are
Inaccurate sundials
As a measure of
Comfort
I want to die
Jaywalking
Street coffin:
Remembered as a dent
in a European import
Driven by an
Immigrant
Memorialized in
Pressure washed
Asphalt
Patched with
Melted tires

I am tired.

Turn

I have seen the way
Water makes flat
Your hair
In that spot
That gentle
Curve
Between your shoulder blades
Where the sun
Smoothes every morning
As you turn
Your face from the window

I have heard you
Quavering, sing
Mellow and soothing
Smokey and hushed
A song for
Remembering
On green sheets
Wrinkled and ruined
Humming in
My ear

I have felt your
Breathe in
Quicker and softer
Brushed hair
From my
Forehead
Picked you from
Between my
Teeth
Made soft your
Blurry eyes
With heat

Gripped you in
My mold
Twisted between
Your delicate ribs
As you turn
Delighting
Slow between my
Fingers

We’ve wrung
Each other’s tears
Coaxed
Out in smiles
Dried by dry lips
Beeswaxed and cracked
Promising
Promises

Rubbed tender
Our sorest
Remembrances
Smoothed out the
Wrinkles in water
Nibbled at our
Hanging free flesh
As we fold
Together
Into the mystic

multi touch table (interface final project)

i spent most of my days and nights over the last month sweating over making this crazy touch screen table. i used the software max/msp to convert audio into shapes and used a finger tracking software to take the finger movements on the table and convert them into triggers that make more shapes and effect the shapes on screen.

the box is 18"x25"x19" with a screen area of 17"x24". i used really nice Appleply birch veneer plywood (3/4"), a clear sheet of acrylic (3/16"), a sheet of vellum coated with silicon sealant for a wider surface area when touching, a small usb camera (converted into an infared camera by taking out the visible light filter and replacing it with a bit of used film strip), 64 IR leds around the edge of the acrylic, a 15V power supply, and my laptop to run it.

some process photos:

polishing the acrylic to a sheen with sandpaper and dremel polisher.

connecting the leds in groups of 8
finished wood working
detail of slot for LEDs and acrylic to fit into
acrylic and leds in, wired up to the power supply

my sleep body

See-saw my weight

Like the alcoholic

Volume content

Makes corks

Stain chartreuse

Smudges on the

Edge of the bathtub, like

Maroon coffee cup

Full

Of coffee

Vanilla candle

Melting on the

Edge of the bathtub, like

My hands

Melting on the

Piano teeth

March me upstairs. You can’t see nearly as many stars from your observatory as you can in my hometown. We could drive to the top of Figueroa Mountain; you could watch the moon rise over the peaks there. I don’t think UFO sightings are funny. Well, they are funny, but not “ha-ha” funny. You either have had the experience or not. It’s scarier when everyone else is seeing the same thing.

Both fuming, coughing

Exhaust

You tied yourself to

The bed

(for warmth)

The mirror reflects

A rainbow

On the pillowcase

At the right time of day

I lay

Facedown

On top of your body

(for warmth)

The mirror reflects

A rainbow on

Your hips

My knees fold over

Your knees

My nose

Melting on the

Edge of your

Ear, like

My hands

Melting over your

Skinny wrists

Please, stop apologizing. That is the point anyway, isn’t it? Do what you have to do. Thank you, thank you, thank you…I remember clearly, there were four of us, in this tree. There were three or more separate lights. They would move in erratic, slightly geometric patterns, then swoop down real close to the horizon line, then zoom way up and away nearly out of sight before coming back. One was changing color like a psychedelic LED in the sky. All of the sudden they disappeared together.

My sleep body

Is much heavier

Than my

Bone vessel

Residual weight

When waking

Sometimes, I’m pulled

Down

Stone in

Water, like

My hands

Melting on the

Edge of the bathtub

Without without

"i am not afraid to not know what i am afraid of"



"How can it not be poetry?"
Why, I never!
A gesture,
Pause



Longer pause




"How I Am Not What
I Have Been"
in movement
with emotion
without

Without without
The sound whistles
out of your
Chemistry
Bodily rhythm comma
Beautiful source (no comma)

Pause

How to talk about it
without without
Talking about it
Does it have a
Sound
Where is its
Place
Do you feel it when you
Sleep

Writing in water
Makes ink float
Cloudy like
Water smoke

Bodies in water
Float in bodies of water
Stroke
Gentle, with the tongue
Tipping on your
Fingers
And counting there, too

New words make
We knew, have
Held
Can hear
Have been
Still dream of
Bodies in water
With emotion
without

Praise for Richie Lee

Praise for Richie Lee

Marbled, Hope sings

“Louise Louise” sweet

Animals on earth

Praise for the morning

Candle-lit yellow

Matches

Your yawning tooth slanted

Peace

Prickle, pierce, pair

Soothing warm water

With flame

Pluming half-light seizing

Sizing shadows extending air

Catches breath as you

Catch your death of cold

Makes hands to shake

Makes smiles fake, flaking

Plaster coated plain clothes

Officer

In the office, in the air

I sing along

Please don’t turn

Your eyes away

Just close your eyes

And see

Marbled morning

Smoothing

Praise for

Richie Lee and for

Contributing

Half-time swinging

Close your eyes

Louise

Sliding

In time