time travel in the bathroom |
its a time machine, both of us said it. when we pretended, both of us had to agree to make it real. thats me and my brother, paul. i wasn't the commies, or he wasn't the indians, or i wasn't the cops-...
Posted by on Wed, 15 Apr 2009 11:51:00 GMT |
jets and dreams |
mom, i'm going to have my own private jet someday.and my own pilot. i'll know how to fly the thing, but i think my favorite part is just drinking soda and looking out the windows, so i'll have a pilot...
Posted by on Wed, 08 Apr 2009 12:32:00 GMT |
GRAMPA FOREVER! |
flys were buzzing around grampa when billy's mother walked through the front door. later, dad came home and said hi i'm home family! mom and billy said hi dad and hi honey, but grampa said nothing, he...
Posted by on Wed, 08 Apr 2009 12:22:00 GMT |
dream in technicolour. |
i dream the most in the winter time.in the summer i play outside so much, the sun beats down on me and my head hurts. it makes me really tired.maybe too tired for dreaming.my psychologist says i have ...
Posted by on Mon, 06 Apr 2009 11:55:00 GMT |
street smarts |
there he waspermanent grimace, grotesque features from years of confusion. busy street corner, tearing clothesunkempt beard, wiggling toes. he's yelling at ...
Posted by on Thu, 26 Mar 2009 12:20:00 GMT |
my neighbor from iowa |
Like bystanders bending to the will of a runaway bank robber,cops in hot pursuit, spilling down some New York pavement,so the trees move as wind races through their branches in rural Iowa. Some are st...
Posted by on Mon, 16 Mar 2009 14:34:00 GMT |
rough day |
i sit motionless in a sterile hallwaythe hospital is too alive for four in the morningthe girl i admitted is sleeping now, she said the demons followed her to the room.i just really hope they aren't i...
Posted by on Tue, 23 Dec 2008 07:27:00 GMT |
new story |
this has been an idea since i was sixteen. i'm beginning to piece characters and situations together. i hope someday it will be complete. here's a very brief introduction piece:The elevators in the bu...
Posted by on Sun, 02 Nov 2008 09:06:00 GMT |
string talk |
i'm plucking the strings, i hopei'm not too loudbut the reason i'm playing musicis to make my mother proudmy bible's always open, i alwaystake a glanceshe said son you've gotta give God a chance.and t...
Posted by on Fri, 26 Sep 2008 21:18:00 GMT |
you still don’t care |
lover, lover what can i say, o well...when the sun goes down, back to raising helli got a bottle if you meet me underthe overpassi've got pictures to show you of mychildish pastand in the streetlight ...
Posted by on Fri, 26 Sep 2008 20:27:00 GMT |
