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 a God of Imagination.
Wednesday, July 21, 2004
I Have...
all of the symptons of The West Nile Virus.
That's what I get for playing around with the corpses of dead birds.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Comments! Your FACE is a comment! Huh?