I am Jane Goodall's Tanzanian monkeys typing about bananas.
My fingers are Santa's little helpers.
My hope is a sporadic rainfall - yet a torrential downpour in all creative environments.
I am Theseus, unspooling golden yarn.
Sisyphus, sweating uphill.
Bukowski,
scribbling away
in rooming houses.
A river always flowing.
I am the nightmare of stagnancy
And the god of imagination.
Not really...
I'm just tired
And
Full Of Poo...
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Fear Retardant
wear your galoshes
your condoms
invest in bullets
and the great hope
roll up your sleeves
hope for the best
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