There aint no use in ridin on a train |
Why stay?Offered a strange night job answering phones in RI. Money is okay, hours are horrible - but it would be different. it would be away.Take account of the things that you do - tell myself this b...
Posted by on Sun, 15 Jun 2008 19:24:00 GMT |
This armchair calls to you |
I think someone called me poet yesterdaylike that were familiar enough to them as to be good enough as a name.Considering how much writing i've done over the last several months,it left me feeling une...
Posted by on Sat, 14 Jun 2008 20:31:00 GMT |
I dont care what they do, it dont matter what they say |
If only todaywould work out as well as didthis eveningtime.Get your shit straight, get your life right.
Posted by on Thu, 12 Jun 2008 22:46:00 GMT |
Lord forgive’im, he got them dark forces in’em |
A girl, voice all powerful for the distance behind it, once told me'All you can do is love who you love and try not to hold it against them.'I back to the wall in the face of the things I cannot denya...
Posted by on Thu, 12 Jun 2008 09:12:00 GMT |
Dancin in these streets so late...nobody knows, nobody knows, nobody knows |
I wonder if I will ever be able to look back on these few years with anything other than the sickly sort of pride that comes from burning oneself with their own principles.My mother is speechless. She...
Posted by on Sun, 25 May 2008 23:09:00 GMT |
We were done, done, done with all the fuck fuck fuckin around |
Which is to say my vacation is over and tomorrow I go back to doing something I can no longer convince myself I love or enjoy. I feel spiritually muffled. Usually day 3 or 4 of time off I start gettin...
Posted by on Sun, 17 Feb 2008 11:01:00 GMT |
She makes me wanna die |
Sick is a thing that happens when your immune system is compromised in one way or another, and often leaves you feeling lousy, or 'under the weather' - as they used to say in old-timey days.My skin hu...
Posted by on Sat, 09 Feb 2008 18:42:00 GMT |
Please blame it on the son of the morning |
Goodness, the habit of scribbling the right thing in the corner of ever losable pieces of paper and then wanting badly to transcribe the things so much later -I cant do it again once I did it right, s...
Posted by on Mon, 07 Jan 2008 20:58:00 GMT |
You get away from me. You get away from me. |
Silence is a silly thing to go unbroken for as long as I let. I remember when I used to think I was the sole owner of 4 am, like some insomniac king, all fool romantic and convinced I was someone's th...
Posted by on Mon, 07 Jan 2008 01:53:00 GMT |
WARBEAR |
I can see your mother's skull,peeking out from the edges of your skin,tilting face to falllightin other news:
Posted by on Sat, 08 Dec 2007 19:12:00 GMT |
