playing/writing music, being challenged mentally, motorcycles, traveling, soul searching, high fives and reading
"torches together"
I would like to bury
all the hating eyes
under the sand somewhere off
the North Atlantic and suffocate
them with the awful sand
and put all their colors to sleep
in that soft smother.
Take the brown eyes of my father,
those gun shots, those mean muds.
Bury them.
Take the blue eyes of my mother,
naked as the sea,
waiting to pull you down
where there is no air, no God.
Bury them.
Take the black eyes of my love,
coal eyes like a cruel hog,
wanting to whip you and laugh.
Bury them.
Take the hating eyes of martyrs,
presidents, bus collectors,
bank managers, soldiers.
Bury them.
Take my eyes, half blind
and falling into the air.
Bury them.
Take your eyes.
I come to the center,
where a shark looks up at death
and thinks of my heart
and squeeze it like a doughnut.
They'd like to take my eyes
and poke a hatpin through
their pupils. Not just to bury
but to stab. As for your eyes,
I fold up in front of them
in a baby ball and you send
them to the State Asylum.
Look! Look! Both those
mice are watching you
from behind the kind bars.
old blue note era jazz, singer songwriter types, devo, mewithoutyou, james brown, aretha, soul artisits, blues like robert johnson and son house, lightnin hopkins, hardcore, etc
silent films, dean, monroe, brando, the fountainhead, fight club, etc
buffy, angel, how i met your mother, its always sunny in philadelphia, history channel, two wheel tuesdays on speed channel, greg the bunny, long way round
vonnegut, palahniuk, catch 22, huxley, fahrenheit 451, ayn rand, dorian grey, keroauc, sedaris, sarah vowell, other fuck ups
my grandfather