DC Dreams of Austin |
with time to spare for the moist pallette of the wet mouthed late night listeners listening to the funny pair of twenty somethin punks from DC, its hard to see the difference between the northeast of ...
Posted by Flipt on Wed, 25 Jan 2006 12:31:00 PST |
vomit |
What was that? I did not hear.
The speaking monkey
did not dictate clearly enough for the heard.
Did you say snow today
or was it a fitted fridged figment of my imagination
as an old plantation...
Posted by Flipt on Sun, 01 Jan 2006 02:01:00 PST |
Shades of 30 |
Look how slowly it goes
with frost licking up the rest of us
little children seem to move through it easily enough
it only gets rough after we loose our weekends
and the shroud of what it really means...
Posted by Flipt on Fri, 30 Dec 2005 01:43:00 PST |
sshhhh |
When I began to play my guitar I played it loud and no one cared
I then started to play quieter and some began to listen
Quieter still I played and ever so slowly they began to hear what I was playing...
Posted by Flipt on Sat, 10 Dec 2005 11:15:00 PST |
Concrete |
Chase me from that place
Where grass grows thin
and fields fall to concrete.
Where the cold hiss of street lights
Burn in constant reminder
Releaving me of oxygen and
effecting reflextions goofy grin...
Posted by Flipt on Sun, 27 Nov 2005 02:25:00 PST |
colors |
Why do the colors seem to bleed
why do my memories seem to fade
and how do you place your self
between the two and choose
the one that means the most
and separate the things you've left behind
...
Posted by Flipt on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
and then there was one |
pretty deep
little feet
how I crept from summer to winter
not thinking of the fall
but remembering it all
not thinking of the spring
that left me windy and colorful
its hard to see things pa...
Posted by Flipt on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
mmmmm |
Im online apparently!!!!!
little things like that just kill me....really.
-p-
Posted by Flipt on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
still beneath the holly tree |
Still beneath the holly treeThe blurriness makes it hard to seeIt all looks so different to meThrough a blue tinted lifeI still remember when you saidWed all probably be better off deadBut then again...
Posted by Flipt on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Insides |
Mystery came to me and said
Id rather be forgiven than to be this dead
Id open up and let you in
But I feel that youve just let me begin to see the end
Holding up my hands
Grabbing the air
I...
Posted by Flipt on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
