A Crime A Dozen |
Bring in the new year, to sweep the last one off the porch.Smoke signals are after you, my friend,the clock sounds...Tell him to stack the crates, so highTell him to close the drapes, goodbyeTell him ...
Posted by on Wed, 13 Jan 2010 11:49:00 GMT |
Visionary, Oh the eyes. |
Dreaming. I'm walking to a large rock. I sit on top.The woods look molded and fuzzy. It's harder to breathe as Ifocus in. The sky. It is red in the distance. Squinting at a white holeresting on the ho...
Posted by on Tue, 12 Jan 2010 19:44:00 GMT |
Roadtrip, Dip |
Westerns, ah westernsCall it chummy, wave the taxidown...Mixing up the lines, its a dime a dozen,The essences goes shady,I know not what I am.America, I'm in America,Camera, turn the camera on,Waiting...
Posted by on Sun, 10 Jan 2010 22:11:00 GMT |
Crash Symbolism |
Where has my time walked to?I've only just begun, get the gun!There's still a leak in my apartmentThere's still a serene, slow song.I've got the 'starring at the wall' fever.And my temperature jets to...
Posted by on Tue, 29 Dec 2009 14:14:00 GMT |
'Rabbit in Red' |
Soothing, sulking, bulking and bottling,my thoughts. 'Testing, testing, can you read me?'Turnin' up the heat, and down goes the sanity.I'ma speck of something bigger, something smallerin a wider eye. ...
Posted by on Tue, 29 Dec 2009 14:06:00 GMT |
Easy Coming, Easy Gone |
We can talk, and it tastes like autumnSmooth sayin' branches, watch as she dancesAfter nightfall seems so melodicYeah, he likes to pretend like he forgot itWell all the faces are too mildBut we can st...
Posted by on Mon, 28 Dec 2009 01:32:00 GMT |
Seclusion, potential rabble-rousing |
If I told of my dreams,When would you agree?Punish the abscence, punish with alcohol'Break the barriers''Chase the warriors.'I find out it is difficult to repeatI lend out a hand and no sleep.If our t...
Posted by on Wed, 30 Sep 2009 10:27:00 GMT |
Multi-sense and Baleful |
I almost don't know how to reactMy diffidence feeds your egoI couldn't choose whether to sit backor indulge in your contagious excitementWon't you alleviate my furor?Why isn't life just incessant?Ques...
Posted by on Fri, 14 Aug 2009 22:02:00 GMT |
Damp Hangovers |
You construct a glance to the sidewalksAnd this construction has you feeling lostAll of time has been arrested from the clocksWhat is left, but a meaning with no causeThe bed in the cornerThe bed in t...
Posted by on Tue, 07 Jul 2009 00:13:00 GMT |
Intoxic |
Somewhat of a culture shock...not that I am lacking in culture, just a transition for me. My eyes are fixed to rest on my phone, to wait for those I left, who either didn't give a shit that I was depa...
Posted by on Wed, 03 Jun 2009 16:20:00 GMT |
