my dear |
My Dear Petr,
Soon you will bring me to my chariot and from there I will go to the faraway land of Eastern Nantmealia. I do not know how long I shall be gone and I cannot yet comprehend the extent t...
Posted by on Thu, 31 Jul 2008 20:06:00 GMT |
pete singing |
Bill Vegso was playing guitar and Pete was setting up the mic. It was attached to an amp with different settings. To test it and perfect the sound, Pete sang a little harmony. Then he walked over to t...
Posted by on Tue, 29 Jul 2008 17:39:00 GMT |
some thoughts |
vibrations and percussion. my brain mirrors the weather outside. dreams of ancient foragers. madness, let me let go. let me climb one of the vines. lead me to my loves. let me swing. let the silk-wate...
Posted by on Mon, 07 Jul 2008 04:26:00 GMT |
a night at chaplins |
dirty music feels good, infused with the flute. airy, sultry, deep, and ancient.
trees grow for so long in one place. the ultimate form of ’it’s about the journey’.
driving with the ...
Posted by on Fri, 21 Mar 2008 17:35:00 GMT |
love plant poem |
Do you remember when you used to play me records?and we would slowdance in your bedroom?our love was still underground, a latent love.we danced and ran and played and criedand once we stopped in the w...
Posted by on Wed, 19 Mar 2008 15:27:00 GMT |
fall poem |
i’m sitting in one of the most beautiful places in the world. I rest on a rain-damp rock covered in shallow green moss and the beginnings of fall: orange and yellow and red leaves reposing all o...
Posted by on Wed, 19 Mar 2008 15:25:00 GMT |
the earth provides |
droplets of misery dripped in my brain today, who knows why.
the earth felt this, it must be true.
for as i drove with pete, and then by myself, she sent me messengers.
first a cat crossed, black.
the...
Posted by on Mon, 04 Feb 2008 22:21:00 GMT |
10 minutes |
oomba doomba 03/11/07
we shared our pretzel at market east station
watching the odd couples and the driven masses.
what a beautiful asian girl.
no mister i don't want you to ...
Posted by on Mon, 16 Apr 2007 13:51:00 GMT |
lost |
Lost 04/12/07
Why do I make the choices I do?
I find I'm constantly weighing the odds
basically begging for a reason to choose one or the other
so that hopefully reason and rhyme influence my reckonin...
Posted by on Mon, 16 Apr 2007 00:29:00 GMT |
a song |
I Simply Walk 03/25/07
As I travel through time
sometimes i fly
sometimes i crawl
other times i simply walk
my neck craned to see 360 degrees
Measured in seasons, smiles, tears, and...
Posted by on Mon, 16 Apr 2007 00:20:00 GMT |
