a poem i wrote six months ago yo |
Shamelessly on the same path as king leargullible moments mean envisioning everything clearnot having the one opened a path neglected by me I skipped ahead boldly seeking out MR. plan BIndeed aware th...
Posted by on Wed, 09 Apr 2008 17:53:00 GMT |
Stealing Jesus |
Jesus resides in my hall. Passing by his body strung on a cheap pelxi-glass cross is making me jitter. Even with my special horns I can feel his devious little eyes. In response to this appearance ...
Posted by on Tue, 08 May 2007 20:03:00 GMT |
cheese down duck eggs |
Oh I long for the snowy wonderland and peaceful sanctuary of Minneapolis. I miss the delicious push pops and gremlin kisses. The giant balls of twine light are now a distant memory. Back in the big a...
Posted by on Sat, 21 Apr 2007 11:50:00 GMT |
pickles and ribs |
I was stuck in a Woody Allen flick, I can only assume a comedy of sorts. The kind where New York society surrounds him, generally he shakes and makes only inappropriate conversation. Something I wo...
Posted by on Wed, 15 Nov 2006 09:11:00 GMT |
ding dong dung |
I hit on an actor Friday night so I must be hard up, also foot in mouth as I asked him if he'd go home with me right in front of his current hook up. She wasn't to offended. Lonely Saturday I gave i...
Posted by on Fri, 27 Oct 2006 11:57:00 GMT |
can't see panic on the radio |
Have you ever wondered what someone was doing and in not knowing became sad. Funny that can make me sad when I should be focused on the fact that I don't even know what i'm doing. Jamming to the sci...
Posted by on Thu, 19 Oct 2006 15:50:00 GMT |
pancakes and sex |
Like many I can dig on the polish diner. After all a kilbassi and borscht will convince anyone to hang out with me. Over diet cokes and lemon waters my buddies and I pondered our existence falling d...
Posted by on Mon, 25 Sep 2006 20:25:00 GMT |
For Little Lauren |
Oddly the art of living within a cave does not come with colorful illustrations or specific instructions Caves have a messy and dark reality, formed by a process that removes solution, erodes it's su...
Posted by on Tue, 12 Sep 2006 11:35:00 GMT |
you never even called me by my name |
Following a heavy set black man in tight blue spandex, singing celebration in an unknown language I smiled at NYC. I can get past the roach pandemic for sights such as this. However like most in Manh...
Posted by on Thu, 03 Aug 2006 15:15:00 GMT |
Third Rock from the Sun |
The train was delayed but I didn't mind as I admired John Lithgow's thick red rims and plaid pants. Grown men in plaid is a smart look, even better when accompanied by a newspaper (not the post) of s...
Posted by on Thu, 13 Jul 2006 10:16:00 GMT |
