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.
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Cocoon...
I can't recall the last time that I got out of this sprawling, ghost-infested, sad, sad little place.
Lucky asshole... I'm speding some quality time with my ghosts and demons. In fact! We're having so fun, we wrote a poem together.
There's much work to do, Work that kills the inner soul, work that never ends.
For a change, I'm trying to be an ray of sunshine. The week I stay here, can only contribute financially to my month long trip somewhere during the summer. Or, maybe i can just buy a bike... whatever. Hope you're having an excellente time.
Lucky asshole... I'm speding some quality time with my ghosts and demons. In fact! We're having so fun, we wrote a poem together.
ReplyDeleteThere's much work to do,
Work that kills the inner soul,
work that never ends.
For a change, I'm trying to be an ray of sunshine. The week I stay here, can only contribute financially to my month long trip somewhere during the summer. Or, maybe i can just buy a bike... whatever. Hope you're having an excellente time.