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.
Monday, February 29, 2016
Tuesday, February 23, 2016
I BLACKED OUT TONIGHT
you were all crazy
mad
sick
gross and
wanting
eyes-crossed and
disappointing
your bright eyes
became baby ghosts
dying, shrinking and
vanishing in seconds
but it seemed to me
like eons
my time with you tonight
seemed so
so long
so damn long
I feel sorry for all of you
the lost flock tonight
but
when I see you again
when you see us again
I hope that our nights are much brighter
enveloped
shrouded
muchmuch better
If you can't be good by yourself
ZEN
LET'S
BE
AMAZING
TOGETHER
Thursday, February 11, 2016
Thursday, February 04, 2016
Wednesday, February 03, 2016
Tuesday, February 02, 2016
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