the girl on the hill |
i want to be a part of it.show me the keys.show me the chords.show me the couch.i want to pass out.i want to dream.show me the beach.show me the curl.show me the break wave.i want a three course break...
Posted by Z4K@T4K on Wed, 18 Jun 2008 11:32:00 PST |
spice and shrimp |
For a while I didn't think I was going to have my shrimp.For a while I had completely forgotten about my spicey shrimp.My shrimp in the fridge.For a while I thought it was over.The boys-in-blue showed...
Posted by Z4K@T4K on Tue, 17 Jun 2008 02:06:00 PST |
my ice water |
Yeah, whatever.I'll take another sip of my whiskey.There is no band playing tonight.There is nothing tonight.Nothing but heat.Nothing but booze to sweat.There is barely a cig to smoke.Not here.Not not...
Posted by Z4K@T4K on Sat, 07 Jun 2008 12:29:00 PST |
this forecast |
There are literally hundreds of cicadas outside my apartment door. I have the next two days off. The forecast is scattered thunderstorms. In, say, an hour or two I'm supposed to be up on a mount...
Posted by Z4K@T4K on Tue, 27 May 2008 10:52:00 PST |
to extend the metaphor |
you are the ash and the earth,the clay and the bones,the seventh day and the gnashing of teeth.
Posted by Z4K@T4K on Tue, 27 May 2008 07:59:00 PST |
The Stolen Handbag |
You are the snake's shed skin,The audit and the plane ticket.You are the loosened cumber bun,And the fold of hands.A friend may say you are the last shot on the roll,A lover may whisper you are the bu...
Posted by Z4K@T4K on Mon, 12 May 2008 12:19:00 PST |
parked |
There is a car parked outside.It is the girl's car.There is a girl outside.There is another car parked outside.It is not known to the girl.There is a boy outside.The boy arrived in the unkown car.The ...
Posted by Z4K@T4K on Sun, 11 May 2008 09:24:00 PST |
dead anyways |
dead anywaysI think I sit here and witness these things on purpose. It's an exagerated sense of life sitting here. Sitting here at the bar. It's bullshit. It's all bullshit.&nb...
Posted by Z4K@T4K on Mon, 28 Apr 2008 11:29:00 PST |
become more meaningful |
I just don't want to smell hot wings.I'm leaving and it's not because I'm drunk. It's something else.It's the smell.I wish it was because I'm drunk, but, no, it's the spice.It's definately not t...
Posted by Z4K@T4K on Mon, 28 Apr 2008 11:07:00 PST |
The Bozar |
The BozarIt's time for a victory meal, I can feel it.Something about the defeat in my voice or the grin on my face says it all.It might be something else entirely.It could very well be the dog licking...
Posted by Z4K@T4K on Sun, 20 Apr 2008 12:14:00 PST |
