doin it right? |
the cars that I passthe kids in my classthe hands on my armsthe cows on all the farmsthe friends that I lovethe clouds up abovethe brain in my headthe woman in my bedare all spying on me.
Posted by on Thu, 25 Oct 2007 09:05:00 GMT |
metaphorically speaking |
cracked skin likecracked sinks likesinking ships likecrashing jets likecollapsing stars likeblack holes likeblack hearts.
Posted by on Sun, 15 Jul 2007 22:32:00 GMT |
web or bust |
step 1. apply TNT to wallstep 2. detonate TNT from an acceptable safe distancestep 3. runstep 4. steal carstep 5. go homestep 6. post details in blog.hello everyone...
Posted by on Fri, 29 Jun 2007 12:56:00 GMT |
there are those that call me... |
well it would appear as though I am home for a few days until wednesday. if I don't get to talk to you during my brief stay in the really real world (there ain't no comin' back...) then I am tru...
Posted by on Mon, 11 Jun 2007 18:43:00 GMT |
Poem 2 : Untitled |
I AWOKE WITH A START AND JUMPED STRAIGHT OUT OF BEDI JUMPED RIGHT UP TO THE CEILING AND BUMPED MY HEADTHE FLOOR SEEMED QUITE FAR AWAY INDEEDTHOUGH MY FEET NOW SEEMED CURED OF THEIR GRAVITATIONAL...
Posted by on Thu, 07 Dec 2006 14:08:00 GMT |
Poem 1 : Photosynthesis |
My eyes feel old as I think they see clearlyHow life decays; beauty growing gray and wearyIts cruel that time makes us pay so dearlyLeaves fade to brown, then fall, returning to dust so drearyNew love...
Posted by on Sat, 25 Nov 2006 18:09:00 GMT |
instruments of the tiniest variety |
happiness is peeking through the pain and glass again.sunshine in a dreamless state, it's burning all the maps.one more day, another dollar going down the drain.I bet I fall right off the world like a...
Posted by on Mon, 25 Sep 2006 02:11:00 GMT |
struggle of epic proportions |
in three nights, at the bar, i have spentall my money on drinks because i meantto get up the nerve to talk to a girlwho sits in the corner whose eyes shine like pearls.at last after eight beers had pa...
Posted by on Sat, 16 Sep 2006 14:16:00 GMT |
turn in two |
little john took his first steps todayhe's going to grow into a big strong mansoon he'll ignore everything you saygive him the love he deserves while you canlittle aaron threw his first baseball last...
Posted by on Thu, 14 Sep 2006 20:25:00 GMT |
i sat alone in the fire |
the illusion is peeling off of my walls.i'm thinking about leaping from waterfalls.doing a backflip off of a skyscrapersounds much better written on paper.the grass outside my window is fake.try as i ...
Posted by on Mon, 04 Sep 2006 20:27:00 GMT |
