Life In Exile |
Everybody's homesick. And I'm not going to get into all that now, 'cause it's such a cliche, and it's been done a thousand times in movies and music, and most of the people that did that topic did it ... Posted by Luke on Fri, 04 May 2007 10:07:00 PST |
collect the whole moonset. |
About that time...
You can tell it's about that time when some old man is looking up from the cartoons on the black and white television. He's looking up, that old man, from the cartoons on his black ... Posted by Luke on Mon, 26 Mar 2007 01:36:00 PST |
Stompin the Soot Out |
We're stompin' the soot out of our shoes. The shift is changin' over and as we march past the clean shirts shufflin' into the plant we give 'em all hand slaps like two little league teams at the end o... Posted by Luke on Mon, 26 Mar 2007 01:32:00 PST |
Frogman in the Sycamore |
Billy is a frogman that lives in a sycamore tree. The first thing you'd be interested to know about Billy the frogman is that he cert... Posted by Luke on Tue, 15 Aug 2006 01:13:00 PST |
Meaning What? |
Meaning What?
Laughing sometimes sounds like crying.
But that doesnt mean that laughing
is like crying.
Except that sometimes you cant stop
doing either. And just because
someone you know
has some ... Posted by Luke on Wed, 19 Jul 2006 08:28:00 PST |
Insane men with insane objectives |
Everything is melting.
You remember the map of the world that hung at the front of your high school geography classroom. It was diff... Posted by Luke on Wed, 21 Jun 2006 11:06:00 PST |
Bad decisions and the blackness of the human heart. |
Some people make bad decisions. Actually, all people sometimes make bad decisions. The heart is some new weapon, the heart is an incurable disease, the heart is throbbing madness. It's a gun... Posted by Luke on Wed, 21 Jun 2006 10:57:00 PST |
Stillwater trout |
The cutthroat trout is a wild looking creature. The ones you catch are lean and covered in teeth. They even have teeth on their tongues. They have deep, unblinking black eyes set in their green heads,... Posted by Luke on Tue, 13 Jun 2006 03:21:00 PST |
You paddle out to sea and receive the following text message: |
A sheeps bleat hangs in the cold mountain air. Catastrophe. A one lane bridge. A fire at a whorehouse in the desert. The creaking open of a rusty truck door. The flicker of a scented candle burning to... Posted by Luke on Mon, 15 May 2006 12:55:00 PST |
On Fire |
Mark was walking down the road and realized, all of a sudden like, that he was definitely on fire.
Shit, Mark said when he realized, all of a sudden like, that he was definitely on fire, Im defini... Posted by Luke on Wed, 18 Jan 2006 01:11:00 PST |