the light |
he won't die. 95 years old. he walks down the hill,the very steep hill, to fetch his own groceries, thenhe walks back with the big bag, leaning heavily on hiscane.
old charlie. he won't let anyb...
Posted by on Sat, 02 Sep 2006 23:27:00 GMT |
Haiku (pops) |
ok so these are some haiku i wrote. I guess they are really pops ( a jack kerouac term and what inspired me to write these). But these short poems are basically suppose to use few and simp...
Posted by on Mon, 05 Dec 2005 13:01:00 GMT |
Stomp short |
Conclusion is just an illusionour mind uses to get somewhere.
Confusion is just an illusionof laziness to understand.
Intrusion is just an illusionof self regard
And
When it seems your dreamsarereali...
Posted by on Thu, 29 Sep 2005 13:11:00 GMT |
a song with no end |
when Whitman wrote, "I sing the body electric"
I know what he meantI know what he wanted:
to be completely alive every momentin spite of the inevitable.
we can't cheat death but we can make itwork so ...
Posted by on Sun, 04 Sep 2005 11:00:00 GMT |
they need what they need |
out here near San Pedro we haveone of the largest airplanesin the worldwhich doesn't flysitting next toone of the largest ocean linersin the worldwhich no longer cruisesand the people stand in long li...
Posted by on Sun, 04 Sep 2005 10:51:00 GMT |
