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Leaf Throne

PHOTO: Leaf Throne … I get to be in the Leaf Throne because you are a Runt …

Leaf Throne

Look: I get to be in the Leaf Throne because you are a Runt.

That’s the primary rule of being in the Leaf Throne:

Not being a Runt.

Also: Being stunning.

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Decorative Gourd Season.
Reflective.
Laying around. Thinking ‘bout leaves.
"Just wondering: Do you think a field mouse’s soul is… digestible?"
Little Yellow Ones

We’re all pretty excited because the little yellow ones are out…

Little Yellow Ones

We’re all pretty excited because the little yellow ones are out…

Word Business

Let’s start with language. It all starts and ends there. Doesn’t it? In the beginning was the Word and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. (Of all the gospels, John is the most stylistic and literary. He’s one of my favorites in the entire work of literature known as Bible. He was definitely on to something.)

And yet, this language thing never works the way you feel it should. This language thing. This put. The thing you want to put is a feeling. The thing you want to put is a mood. The thing you want to put is a blast: Of happy. Or sad. Of some sort of impossible (and implausible) awareness you believe you had or upon which you may be on the cusp. (I am always on the cusp of an awareness.) 

This thing you want to put is a dream.

This thing you want to put doesn’t exist.

(via The Unloved Pet | David Olimpio)
The Colors and the Dying

when we are alone like this
with the colors and
the dying, and

the road, carpeted
not long enough
by fall. we

smell the most life.
see the most critter.
feel the most real.

the move and the shiver
everywhere around us,
and haunting.

The Colors and the Dying

when we are alone like this
with the colors and
the dying, and

the road, carpeted
not long enough
by fall. we

smell the most life.
see the most critter.
feel the most real.

the move and the shiver
everywhere around us,
and haunting.

Pretty Messes

every day, I am closer to the
losing of language. my faculty
for finding the scent:
failing. I no longer can
make sense of the
pretty messes.
there is just a parade
of color and listless
weed. as I look back
and look back. for what
I used to see. for
what I used
to be.
I will die having found
and lost
these beautiful things.

Pretty Messes

every day, I am closer to the
losing of language. my faculty
for finding the scent:
failing. I no longer can
make sense of the
pretty messes.
there is just a parade
of color and listless
weed. as I look back
and look back. for what
I used to see. for
what I used
to be.
I will die having found
and lost
these beautiful things.

Make Happy

this weekend, just sit and
watch things with your BFF.
find a pillow, maybe, and just
bask in the sit-back. rest in the
unbend. make happy with your eyes.

Make Happy

this weekend, just sit and
watch things with your BFF.
find a pillow, maybe, and just
bask in the sit-back. rest in the
unbend. make happy with your eyes.

adamgustavson:

Texting Gondolier’s Injuries Fatal.

adamgustavson:

Texting Gondolier’s Injuries Fatal.

Hashtag Hydrant

Hashtag Hydrant, NYC (I forget the cross streets)

Hashtag Hydrant

Hashtag Hydrant, NYC (I forget the cross streets)

Leaky NYC

Leaky NYC Hydrant, 34th Street between 5th and 6th Ave.

Leaky NYC

Leaky NYC Hydrant, 34th Street between 5th and 6th Ave.

Found.
Driveway Escape

the town was pissed at the Bald Man for
leaving, which makes a lot of goddamned sense
to us. they dug a trench and put down these
rocks. so for to trap him. so for to make
him always stay. and we were mostly on-board
with that sort of reasoning. but then
he came back: he came back, and we realized we had
no way to ride and
mark distant spots yonder, possibly
for days. so while nobody was looking, he
staged a driveway escape, off-roading
through the neighbor’s yard.
like a goddamned genius, innit.

Driveway Escape

the town was pissed at the Bald Man for
leaving, which makes a lot of goddamned sense
to us. they dug a trench and put down these
rocks. so for to trap him. so for to make
him always stay. and we were mostly on-board
with that sort of reasoning. but then
he came back: he came back, and we realized we had
no way to ride and
mark distant spots yonder, possibly
for days. so while nobody was looking, he
staged a driveway escape, off-roading
through the neighbor’s yard.
like a goddamned genius, innit.