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.
Saturday, April 19, 2008
When I Trip The Wire...
You get a picture of where I've been I'm disappointed and distracted I hate where this day ended up It's best to be drunk than to be with drunks But I'm sober Which is always good But not tonight
i usually don't comment.
ReplyDeleteand obviously it's open for interpretation...
but you ended up taking responsiblity for comforting a drunk girl, so full of drama, she overspilled onto you?
Hmmm...you don't really want to know what I was writing about - do you? I like your interpretation better than my inspiration!
ReplyDeletei'm nosy
ReplyDeleteNo, you're not! Thank you for reading my ramblings!
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