Poem 2 |
Ode to a Clavicle(Eh-emm...em.)It's my clothes hanger.Forever changed.I feel like a broken hinge.Rusty muscles protecting themselves from the parent.Physical Therapy in an era of the take home exam.Ho...
Posted by on Thu, 13 Sep 2007 21:40:00 GMT |
Poem 1 |
They're right. Objectivity is dead. Or was it just a concept?4am is not a concept. Nor is it objective.Bukowski is here.Let's all drink to the news.Whatever you do, don't say, ...
Posted by on Thu, 13 Sep 2007 21:23:00 GMT |
deep thoughts... |
You know....it's hard to put your heart into something and hope it succeeds. It really is. With all the human mistakes we make and the way life is, how can we attain our goals? Plugg...
Posted by on Wed, 22 Aug 2007 07:22:00 GMT |
finding a spark |
ok. starting to get into idea and organization mode. can't use my shoulder until the 30th. but i can brainstorm about getting my life on a better track. i need to go through pa...
Posted by on Fri, 17 Aug 2007 18:08:00 GMT |
outing |
went to see friends. my shoulder hurts from the neck to the collar bone to the humerus. sharp concentrated pains now instead of aching soreness all over. bicept built up now, but can...
Posted by on Thu, 16 Aug 2007 22:53:00 GMT |
getting ready |
ok... broken collar bone sucks. bored doin nuthin. even trying to type is hard. how to write....it should be easy, right? my shoulder is so wussy. 40. yep. fo...
Posted by on Wed, 15 Aug 2007 14:45:00 GMT |
