Tuesday, April 7th, 2009
that special someone
Equality: every rule applies to everybody the same way; one exception: me.
English
Tuesday, December 30th, 2008
on guidance
If you get lost, just follow your heart.
It is lost as well, and blind on top,
But at least this way
No matter where
You’ll always have
Your heart.
Second stanza,
adding some
much needed
irony.
Saturday, December 20th, 2008
Kleine Poesien oder: Bruchstücke aus dem Tagesgeschäft
leghand = [leghand; newline];
vox.confusion = zeros(length(vox.nvox),vox.ncond,vox.ncond);
vox.dist.l1(n) = fminbnd(@(a) abs(interp1(tmpbins, vox.dist.cum{n},a)-.95), min(tmpbins),max(tmpbins));
% leave motion in
set(handles.RegMot,'Value',0); drawnow;
DoAnalyze_Callback(handles.DoAnalyze, eventdata, handles);
wgt = cat(3, mwgt, dwgt, wgt-handles.vox.wgt, wgt, handles.vox.wgt, mw_m, handles.vox.mw(:,:,1,:));
Saturday, November 22nd, 2008
Newark, Ironbound
Bike pushed past the ghosts of cars,
Asphalt cracked like glass,
Grasses grew and withered on the faults
Drying in the sun.
The sun sets down,
mud of poisoned river.
I shiver with anticipation,
Of winters yet to come.
Come back from Rite Aid,
Two plastic bags lend meaning,
leans against the wind
and treads on parallel path.
To me this place is wasteland,
decaying, battered, polluted,
Displaying spoils of battle
She wanders to her home.
Saturday, November 8th, 2008
On a rainy day in November
Necks stretched long,
Ruffled feathers sparing me a wary eye
little minds accept the offering,
me moved, yet silent, still.
From above an apparition,
brown, wet, a twitching tail,
drops among them,
– in avian surprise
they scatter and are gone.
Stepping close I lift a finger,
imagine furry warmth,
but seeing this the stranger startles,
and drops the seed, and lifts his tail,
hisses something in a foreign voice,
and flees me for the freezing rain.
Thursday, September 25th, 2008
wortspielparkplatz
Home is where the heart dies.
Lügtfile, Logfile, Gelogenfile.
Sunday, August 24th, 2008
reasons
If I don’t live in Hoboken
It’s not just Lackawanna,
I also couldn’t pay the rent,
And prolly nevaganna.
Thursday, August 21st, 2008
variations on a theme
If you come to a spoon in the road, take it.
If the road gives you forks, make salad.