tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39989222011-04-21T12:07:48.035-07:00raise the shadekaterrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14593567377701526588noreply@blogger.comBlogger201100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998922.post-25846995301129956332007-02-20T01:43:00.001-08:002007-02-20T01:45:23.449-08:00can we do this?on the walk homei noticedin the empty lotbetween the shell station and the used car dealershipthe spaces in whichthe rainand the earthand the grasshad interrupted thegravel,concrete,and progresswith a three-foot-wide river.and i noticedon the sidewalkin front of the "intercity transit center"the earthworms,some too tinyfor me to pick up,writhing aroundwith little hope ofever katerrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14593567377701526588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998922.post-1143931165889683932006-04-01T14:27:00.000-08:002006-04-01T14:39:25.903-08:00vacationthere were two girls and there were three boys. there was bright sun, cool air, blue sky and greeeeeeen. they walked (practically skipped!) down the dusty trail with smiles erupting from their young faces and endless ideas bursting from their young minds. the sound of rushing water intrigued them and the company clamored through the flora to find it. at nearly the start of their jaunt to katerrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14593567377701526588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998922.post-1143930263982642322006-04-01T14:24:00.000-08:002006-04-01T15:19:37.760-08:0010,000 rainbowslast weekend it started raining as i was leaving the bar to stumble back up the hill alone and try to sleep in my cold empty bed. the clouds spit gently down onto my hooded sweatshirt and slowly soaked through the thighs of my jeans as i walked. my feet began to itch from the moisture of my socks, "the holes in my shoes are finally too big," i thought, "maybe i should stop wearing katerrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14593567377701526588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998922.post-1143929461245012192006-04-01T14:05:00.000-08:002006-05-15T12:57:02.406-07:00here it comesso i will crush the mad blue ache.i will fold it up small and tight and hurl it to the sea where it will sink like lead to the crushing depths.that dull gray fog that spreads and gobbles the air and the trees, the magestic views,i will push it up through the space hovering above.and that mad blue ache will then know love.katerrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14593567377701526588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998922.post-1143929082526808742006-04-01T14:04:00.000-08:002006-04-01T14:16:18.766-08:00performancesyou're showing me all that you've got.you're belting the words,you're smiling through the sweat.unfortunately, i'm not listening,or watching.katerrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14593567377701526588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998922.post-1143928909119568052006-04-01T14:00:00.000-08:002006-04-01T14:14:43.736-08:00relationships. period.she was tall.she was pale.she was thin and probably drunk.no, definitely.i couldn't stop myself from staring as she flopped from him to the floor almost in time to the music.dancing.her sweaty dark hair fell into her face and she once again bounced off the cold cement into his arms.and back to the floor again.katerrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14593567377701526588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998922.post-1143928797859147992006-04-01T13:55:00.000-08:002006-05-15T12:55:54.430-07:00owlsi glanced to my right at the man sitting on the sidewalk outside the scaffolding across the street from that friendly number two house. we had an uninteresting conversation in my head:girl: "what's this building going to be?"man: "nothing, we just needed something to do."girl: "i've been up there you know. i like that you guys leave the lights on at nite."man: "you probably shouldn't tell me katerrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14593567377701526588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998922.post-1104887575057832542005-01-04T17:10:00.000-08:002005-01-04T17:12:55.056-08:00summer
the parking lots of olypmia are full of used condoms
and whenever i see one i start to imagine
what it must have been like
to fuck
out there in the open
with your back pressed hard up against the hood of a car
or
your ass scraping against the blacktop.katerrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14593567377701526588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998922.post-1102748684763600832004-12-10T23:03:00.000-08:002004-12-10T23:05:10.086-08:00bite me
maybe you don't know this, but:
i know you think that i'm a bad kisser.
and in a way i'm sort of relieved,
because i used to hate it when
you would slobber all over my mouth.
things probably would have been better
if we'd skipped the kissing entirely
and just kept our physical relationship
to biting, pulling hair, and you cumming on my belly.
katerrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14593567377701526588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998922.post-1091397368814415192004-08-01T14:46:00.000-07:002004-08-01T14:58:53.576-07:00melting.
yesterday when i could feel around inside of your body and i watched you leave me alone as a child i decided that maybe it all wasn't such a good idea.
not until the later moments when i rained down rainbows and that child was running and happy did i realize that as long as you are alive i will always have everything.
katerrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14593567377701526588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998922.post-1086218290535430472004-06-02T15:59:00.000-07:002004-09-23T21:22:38.203-07:00a few chords from a broken piano
sometimes she would sit on her bed alone and think about how she would react to different things that might happen to her but never had and probably (knock on wood) never would. sometimes she thought too hard about things like phone calls from her mother to tell her that someone (her cousin madelyn for example, the littlest, tomboyish one who had just recently katerrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14593567377701526588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998922.post-1066857569024814772003-10-22T14:19:00.000-07:002003-10-22T14:19:28.913-07:00home to oblivion
i should have known that it would end up like this.
that you would walk out and leave me to find my own words to deal with your absence. that this time when i needed some comiserating to fill the empty hole you left me with, i would have to pick someone else. something else.
or just use the recyled words you gave me last time. or the time before that.
it's not like i'll die katerrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14593567377701526588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998922.post-1064510184060174492003-09-25T10:16:00.000-07:002003-09-25T10:18:39.286-07:00microphones
it seems as though a lot of things are happening to him. things happen and happen and everyone else sits by and watches. wishing and hoping that they could be a part of the wonderful.
he sits and he smiles. he dances and he smiles. he sings and he smiles. the microphones are picking up his every breath and word. so maybe someone somewhere will hear him in the background sometime.
katerrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14593567377701526588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998922.post-928204262003-04-17T21:48:00.000-07:002003-04-17T21:50:59.000-07:00espera
a group of ladies frequent my place of work in the late mornings and early afternoons. actually, many people frequent the bagel shop at various times during the day, but these ladies are the ones i wait for.
they don't know me from any of my co-workers. if i saw one of them at the grocery store she wouldn't bat an eyelash. but i would probably stop and stare.
i don't know where they're katerrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14593567377701526588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998922.post-927517882003-04-16T19:10:00.000-07:002003-09-24T22:12:30.306-07:00bethany, texas
there were trees by the side of the road and through the trees ran the power lines.
the trees were there first, but sometime during the existence and growth of these climbing oaks the farm houses and the tack and feed store needed more power. kerosene lamps and gas stoves are no longer popular appliances in these parts. these days the people need immediate. the flip of a switch katerrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14593567377701526588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998922.post-922013062003-04-07T22:06:00.000-07:002003-04-07T22:08:54.000-07:00wasted
sometimes it's just like the entire world is trapped behind your eyes and it's screaming to get out but nothing is happening because you're too far gone to hear it.
if one more thing gets wasted behind those clear and watery pools that suck things in and keep them there i think i'll have to leave because no one likes nothing.katerrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14593567377701526588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998922.post-901928632003-03-05T12:34:00.000-08:002003-05-21T17:35:10.000-07:00walking.
he pulled a cigarette out of the pack and he just started walking. walking through the house with the paper/tobacco/filter tube just barely stuck to his bottom lip and dangling dangerously towards the carpet. walking through the front door with his hands digging through his pockets filled with lint and old reciepts and that movie ticket from the show that he went to with her, when she katerrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14593567377701526588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998922.post-855256392002-12-04T22:48:00.000-08:002007-03-21T11:02:20.942-07:00independence daythere's a box sitting in the corner of an almost empty room and in it sits the memories of my future and my past poured into one person and one expectation of greatness that never seemed to live up to our fantasies.if i had things my way i'd carry that box around with me around my neck and read the words that made me compile the box in the first place and show the world how you katerrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14593567377701526588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998922.post-855255542002-12-04T22:45:00.001-08:002002-12-04T22:45:53.740-08:00three thirty eight
sometimes she wasn't sure if she really cared at all. when she really thought hard about it she saw how horrible the whole thing really was. she sat on the curb waiting for the bus and the cars sped past her so close that she could touch them if she reached her hand out to them. she closed her eyes and imagined stretching her arm out to touch the metallic tan mini van rapidly katerrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14593567377701526588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998922.post-855251722002-12-04T22:34:00.000-08:002002-12-04T22:34:13.840-08:00red
her nose was turning red
it had started to match
her hair
and the color of her sweater
her cheeks
and the color of the lights
of the fading ambulance katerrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14593567377701526588noreply@blogger.com0