this day |
the phone rangmy heart skipped a beatlike those days of oldeven though it's been monthsthat sudden feeling out of nowherei'd forgotten what it felt liketo be nervous, anxious and excited all at once. ...
Posted by dr. gonzo melancholic poet on Tue, 09 Oct 2007 10:53:00 PST |
art vid piece |
September in my Dali calendar is Sleep, one of his more famous works. Sleep is fragile and perhaps elusive, resting on weakened crutches. While it's only been a few days into October, i could have swo...
Posted by dr. gonzo melancholic poet on Fri, 05 Oct 2007 01:29:00 PST |
set the controls for the heart of the sun |
I've met godhe's actually an alien though,3 to be precisethey told me not to worrysaid they'd be back for me later.That's the thing that bothers me--while floating in the doldrums invast oceans of not...
Posted by dr. gonzo melancholic poet on Wed, 26 Sep 2007 11:17:00 PST |
no quarter |
No trumpets fade in lost lagoons i ate the sun and vomited bluerainbows into my hearteach day i feel insanity's grasptight over mein fields of twilightwithin my mindthere is no one els...
Posted by dr. gonzo melancholic poet on Tue, 25 Sep 2007 07:19:00 PST |
matchboxes |
I used to collect matchbooks, still do but now it's mostly whenever people give me some. I like these slipcover ones, but they're too big, so i decided to chop one in half in want of something smaller...
Posted by dr. gonzo melancholic poet on Mon, 24 Sep 2007 04:32:00 PST |
part poem, part wordiness |
I wrote this almost an hour ago, mostly by lava lamp, copied here without much editing. Life moves so much quickerwhen you actually have an agendaor things to do.These days still feel like they'retaki...
Posted by dr. gonzo melancholic poet on Thu, 20 Sep 2007 12:47:00 PST |
cowboy bebop |
onward from the angry poem and onto a lighter note. Cowboy bebop is one of my all time favourite shows, call it anime, call it cartoon, etc it still embodies more substance in each episode then just a...
Posted by dr. gonzo melancholic poet on Tue, 18 Sep 2007 10:43:00 PST |
black death |
we are all garbage people sanitary workersour minds polluted with such filth and pestilenceit can take lifetimes to dig through it all;for all we really need in lifeare hugh shovelsto shift through th...
Posted by dr. gonzo melancholic poet on Mon, 17 Sep 2007 12:01:00 PST |
can’t sleep |
well i've been up for about fifteen hours now, more or less, and there was a point where i was tired enough to sleep i think, but lately it seems like i miss it, or i get overtired, or even when i'm a...
Posted by dr. gonzo melancholic poet on Sat, 15 Sep 2007 04:15:00 PST |
am i |
are we supposed to be loved for who we areor who we are notif i am not monetarily ambitious, or ambitious at alldoes that make me a bad personan empty vessela lazy waste of spacesigh.....
Posted by dr. gonzo melancholic poet on Sun, 09 Sep 2007 06:02:00 PST |
