Metric is... |
A flare flown high over a graveyard, hissing fuck you, illuminating the tombs of rock and roll...me likey.
Posted by on Mon, 23 Apr 2007 10:24:00 GMT |
Everyone's favorite quote by me... |
The weather in the Northwest is like having a beautiful girlfriend that's always sick!!
Posted by on Tue, 20 Feb 2007 00:35:00 GMT |
Dreamy |
A lover of time am I
A butterfly fluttering across the desert
Finds my oasis with me
She finds me sitting, reading water ripples
I knew she was coming, I'm glad that she's here
The desert erupts in a ...
Posted by on Sun, 08 Oct 2006 17:12:00 GMT |
What I think |
Whatever this is, I love it all.
Crimes of apathetic unappreciation.
Open your soul, fight with
both hands to claw those marbled eyes
free. Toss them in the sky,
kick them through the woods,
sp...
Posted by on Sun, 08 Oct 2006 17:06:00 GMT |
Just love this.... |
If buttercups buzzed after the bee;
If boats were on land, churches on the sea;
If ponies rode men, and grass ate the cow;
If summer were winter and the other way around
then all the world would be up...
Posted by on Sun, 08 Oct 2006 16:57:00 GMT |
Wine |
oh, sweet blood of happy thoughts emulsified
gummy rose hips between my teeth
rolling on my tongue, coating my gums
give me more, another glass please
I see myself in a burgundy pool
swimming backstro...
Posted by on Sun, 08 Oct 2006 16:45:00 GMT |
Someone |
Here is my love, just for you, it's all of me.
Instead of another kiss, give me the truth.
Who are you, what do you want to be?
For me alone, only for you, in every sweet way?
Or be a live in stranger...
Posted by on Sun, 08 Oct 2006 16:01:00 GMT |
Raving lunatic |
With so much fury, he should have taken his time.
The fireball meteor into the ocean.
Evidenced only by waves and vapors; the after effects of what really mattered.
If only he could have slowed down a...
Posted by on Sun, 08 Oct 2006 15:49:00 GMT |
GOLF |
Manicured nature, an abhorrance it's true, but nowhere in this world can be called untouched by me, or you.
I walk these fairways, constantly searching, but never am I lost.
Always the grass or sand o...
Posted by on Sun, 08 Oct 2006 15:27:00 GMT |
A snapshot |
I fell asleep the other night next to a beautifully brown Mexican stranger
within three hours I was holding the hand of a recently deceased man.
A man I called my patient.
I now try to sob with his fa...
Posted by on Sun, 08 Oct 2006 15:14:00 GMT |
