Thursday, August 11, 2016


Sketchbook music made on a variety of standard VST and IOS instruments with a leaning towards older sounding things.
iProphet, Arturia SEM, Nave Waldorf, iMini, M3000 HD, iVCS3, Earhoof, GliderVerb, Flux: FX, VInyl, Thor Propellerhead, Sample Tank, SoundScaper, iGrand Piano, iMaschine, Vogel CMI, Sparkle, ToneStack, ThumbJam, Dedalus, DrumPerfect, DrumJam Tachyon, Photophore, MidiSequencer, DFX, Voice Jam Studio, Elastic Drums, Z3TA+, Diode-108, Animoog, Waldorf Attack, Turnado, Seline Redux, Arturia Collection including: Wurlitzer Piano, Vox Continental, Arp 2600, Moog Modular, Mini-Moog, Yamaha CS80, Oberheim Matrix 12, Roland Jupiter, Arp Solina, Cyclop, PPG Wave 2, Ableton Push 2, Ondes Martenot, Konkrete.


Did I walk downstairs in my sleep
and write a story at the kitchen table
all about a peanut butter sandwich

or did I get married in my sleep
to someone who knew how much
I loved them?

Either way, this morning 
there is a peanut butter sandwich
at the kitchen table in a 

movie on television that I only
vaguely remember
having seen before

I wonder how it ends
is what I always say to myself

in my sleep but not
in my dreams

Sunday, August 07, 2016

In my dream the sky was filled with ceiling fans.
And I was holding a dog named Croatia.

Saturday, August 06, 2016

I wish I had a purple car
because it would look so good
as I drove by holding a lemon sherbet cup

People would say: “That’s an attractive combination!”
while others might throw their undergarments in joy

Just like the did in the days of Franz Liszt.
But not at everybody. Only at Franz.
That sexy man simply knew how to play the piano

like a little God. If you don’t believe me, look it up.
Garments were throw. Ladies fainted.
Blows were exchanged. A glove was lost.
Un Petit Dieu.

If I am wrong, you can punch me 
in the face. 

If I am right, you can punch me in the face

Sometimes I feel like my face could
use a good punch. After all, what have I done

in this life, other than imagine purple and lemon
together, tell you my little stories, as you were
I was and why – nothing else

If only I could play the piano
like Franz Liszt before he died

and lost one glove
and then another

Friday, August 05, 2016

I can open almost any box 
and I do almost every day
because I own a pair of scissors
and a really huge toy gun
but I do not use the huge
toy gun to open anything
It just sits in my closet
but today

A little package, or box
arrived and inside of it
was a small item wrapped
carefully in white paper
It was so beautiful
that I couldn’t bear to open it
So I just put it into my closet
next to Mr. Gun and now they
are friends and I will never know

What someone might send me
carefully wrapped in white paper
and why would they send it
and why today
and why to me

I wonder if it was love

Because of the hand grenade’s natural tendency
to resemble a pineapple

It is not unusual for a soldier’s mouth to water
when he is about to lob a hand grenade

Much as it is natural for a child to cover his ears when
he sits down for a delicious dinner on a faraway isle

Or at a restaurant that says
“We serve hand grenades” – in Poughkeepsie.

Yet you must feed the soldier
and you must not scold the child

Nor should you praise the child
for the child was quite rude
But why?

What was the child thinking?
Whatever it was, he must stop

Stop child, stop

Do not think those thoughts

of paradise

Monday, August 01, 2016

A television is an almost impossible thing
how do those wonderful things travel from wherever they start
to that little box next to the window with the lion figurine?

And where do all those people in that movie
in this case from 1941 New York City, New York
spend their time while waiting for you to look at them in Cheyenne, 2016?

Then there is always the question of why they do the same thing
over and over again, every time they appear
You could set your watch by it. Although why have a watch at all?
I know I don’t. I have a phone.

But to be fair, I do the same thing over and over again every day too
Although I do vary it a little: today, for example, I cut my finger
slicing strawberries with a paring knife over the sink
I didn’t cry, but I did curse, and think about moving to another country

If it were up to me, I would live in the television set and only appear
when you wanted me too. And I would never cut my finger.

And I would eat whole strawberries.
And I would accept mystery as it came.
I would watch everything that floated my way
And live forever, sort of.

Friday, July 29, 2016


My favorite squares are the ones you see on the trampoline as you are about to touch it with your feet.

My favorite circles are the circles that are made by Vitamin B6 tablets.

My favorite pens are the fuzzy topped ones that look like ice creams cones if you see their shadows on the wall.

My favorite grandfathers are the ancient grandfathers from Constantinople or the fuzzy haired rock stars from the ’70’s when they become grandfathers after they settle down.

My favorite name is Vitalis.

My favorite smell is Vitalis.

My favorite crutches are made of maple wood and smell like breakfast cereals with milk.

My favorite guns are ones that are owned by people named Ed.

My favorite color is Tutti Frutti, said really slowly.

My favorite candy bar was made by the Mennonites in the 17th century and consisted mostly of flax seed and millet and apples and hominy and secret ingredients.

My favorite time is the time you find on a clock.

My favorite lock is made out of hair that looks like a real lock.

My favorite church is the one with the tricycles and helmets and boxes of Goobers.

My favorite President is George Washington, Sr.

My favorite time to say “Señor” is when I am praying real loud in a barn.

My favorite peanut butter sandwich has a base note of cassis and lavender.

My favorite mustache is chopped off and in a box labeled “fresh minnows”

My favorite perfume says Parfum on it.

My favorite music I can’t tell you about.

My favorite Atom Bomb was in a cartoon.

My favorite word is why not.

My favorite wrecking ball is made of peppermint. And steel.

My favorite place in heaven is the gift shop.

My favorite termite dances just like Christopher Walken.

Tuesday, July 26, 2016


I nodded and smiled. I nodded because I agreed, that most people probably did not know how much food the medication should be taken with, and I nodded because I was one of those people who did not know how much food this medication should be taken with. Besides that, I was always told to nod in agreement when someone makes a point, particularly if you feel that it is an interesting point, or a point that they appear to find interesting themselves, or a point that someday you might find interesting yourself.


Just because it’s a black and white photo
of my girlfriend doesn’t mean it’s not really
my girlfriend in color.

Friday, July 22, 2016


When Mrs. Zellner finally came back,
the boys and girls screamed so loud
the baby cried for two years and now
the baby is an old man, wearing a
white tee shirt, living in Florida, 

catching shrimp.

Wednesday, July 20, 2016


Part of me wants to be one of those photogravures you find at antique shops of people who no one remembers but seem to be so nice from so long ago.
Part of me wants to see those photogravures walking down the street and stopping them to say “Don’t I know you?”

Part of me wants to be the man who invented the photogravure on the day he sat down to eat a bowl of ice cream and thought to himself. “It’s awfully hot today, too hot to photogravure.”

And to be all the people who passed by and escaped that day, like sweet little ghosts.

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