Whatever We Are Not |
whatever we are not, this is what we are.we are rock stars singing standards.we are habañero oil lingering on fingertips.we may walk in circles most days, rapidly going nowhere,but when kiss comes to ...
Posted by on Tue, 03 Feb 2009 14:40:00 GMT |
6-Piece Advice Nuggets for my Future Daughter |
1.
First thing my clueless Billy Joel lovin' ass wants to tell you is,
Don't go changin'
To try and please anyone.
Love you just the way you are.
You have come into your own, and your evolution is son...
Posted by on Fri, 12 Dec 2008 07:14:00 GMT |
Love is Legally Blind |
Love is legally blind.
Love can distinguish colors and shapes,
Can get by with coke-bottle glasses,
But it can't always read the signs.
I wouldn't recommend giving It the car keys.
Love is col...
Posted by on Wed, 03 Dec 2008 09:56:00 GMT |
Poems Never Finished, Takes One Through Seven. |
1.
The longer I kick around this mossy pebble,
The harder I fall.
I think it's because I perch myself on such high standards.
2.
I've spent so long being a tealight
That I'm naturally attract...
Posted by on Sun, 30 Nov 2008 07:27:00 GMT |
Bronwynn Rose. I miss you. |
(I wrote this last night as a friends-only post on my LiveJournal, but I felt that it should be shared with whomever wanted to read it.)
A friend of mine died on Sunday. I found out tonight.She ...
Posted by on Fri, 12 Sep 2008 08:07:00 GMT |
snippet: |
you are an open book
written in braille
and my hands are tied with kid gloves on.
Posted by on Wed, 09 Jul 2008 00:51:00 GMT |
nothing up my sleeve. |
Note to Ms. Merlin:I appreciate smoke and mirrors as much as the next guy. I am a mark for card tricks and coins appearing behind my floppy ears.But your brand of abracadabra keeps me in constant awe...
Posted by on Mon, 07 Jul 2008 02:22:00 GMT |
Cowboy Up (from the upcoming book "14 Outta 28 Outta 30") |
today i am a cowboy drinking grape soda holding court at the so-so corral while you are profanity jane galloping into this friendly ghost town like a bat out of hell yeah. your spurs play jingle jangl...
Posted by on Wed, 25 Jun 2008 17:59:00 GMT |
Reminder: It’s National Poetry Month |
So, yeah, it’s National Poetry Month, True Believers, and I am knee-deep in the practice of writing a new poem every freakin’ day of the month in honor of the event. I’m postin...
Posted by on Mon, 07 Apr 2008 00:32:00 GMT |
dance (from "you sensitive bastard") |
dance.this is the way we dance.a waltz.to gene autry."back in the saddle again".on a phonograph.sneakers stepping on sneakers.unapologetic for having no rhythm.at least I am.infused with two glasses o...
Posted by on Fri, 07 Mar 2008 09:01:00 GMT |
