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, May 28, 2009
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
I love my cheapy-ass UKULELE but will probably buy a better one by next week. Yet, I suck at playing the guitar - go figure...
"The General Specific"
If your trials end, are really getting you down
We had a close call, I didn't even see it, then another one, I hardly believed it at all.
What the writers say, it means shit to me now.
Plants and animals, we're on a bender when it's 80 degrees, the end of December was coming on,
Only for you and me.
When the showing up ends, going back to the south, where hungry necks that I know, and runnin'
A blender in a lightning storm, disguised as a blessing I'm sure.
Knowing up here, there comes a fork in the road, pants have gotta go, we're on an island on
The fourth of July, looks like the tide is going home.
In time I'd find a little way to your heart, down to the general store for nothing specific,
Gonna wash my bones in the Atlantic shore - only for you and me
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
KRS 6
Thursday, May 21, 2009
UEZ...Y?
I know that
all of you
are asleep by now
but will be morUning birds
that wake
and sing praises about the dawnE
I want to
but it's way too late for me
like always
I'm just hoping for better daZys ahead
Y?
all of you
are asleep by now
but will be morUning birds
that wake
and sing praises about the dawnE
I want to
but it's way too late for me
like always
I'm just hoping for better daZys ahead
Y?
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Jisas Yu Holem Hand Blom Mi
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Saturday, May 09, 2009
notaprizebutperfectinastrangerseyes
I am not a bad guy
I have my moments, at least
not a bad guy
flawed
duh
I have my moments, at least
not a bad guy
flawed
duh
Thursday, May 07, 2009
Everything Must Go...
I wrote about this in many furious moments scribbled down shorthand with a full heart and a full head of numbness and cried and cried and spun around and argued and fought and fucked you and with FUCK YOUS and WHY MES? and WHY US AND ME WITH YOU AND WHY AM I HERE AND I DONT WANT TO BE HERE ANYMORES
and all of this
and of this all of this
started to make sense even when it continued to not do so
and my fingers and my eyes would crackle the nails would bleed and the eyes would start to tighten
and im still here
and im still doing this
and im different and not cool for you or anybody and ive compiled so many regrets and beat myself up so much and I know that you all might want to beat me also
and
please forget me all if you need to you
its best
i understand
but understand
that i never will...YOU.
all of this. EVER.
and all of this
and of this all of this
started to make sense even when it continued to not do so
and my fingers and my eyes would crackle the nails would bleed and the eyes would start to tighten
and im still here
and im still doing this
and im different and not cool for you or anybody and ive compiled so many regrets and beat myself up so much and I know that you all might want to beat me also
and
please forget me all if you need to you
its best
i understand
but understand
that i never will...YOU.
all of this. EVER.
Tuesday, May 05, 2009
Monday, May 04, 2009
Saturday, May 02, 2009
repost = compost
Maybe Deja-Vu Is...That somebody in an alternate universe is reading that book about you, the comic book or watching your movie and either had to re-read that sentence, chapter, etc. or rewind to the last part before the phone rang or having to feed the dogs.
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