The Hindenburg's ghost (part 1) |
Sick tacks throw their sharpness at the fanfare/ they're jealous cause they couldn't gft the same color hair./ im floating and crashing into the hindenburgs ghost/ exploded into flames while i was wit...
Posted by on Wed, 21 Apr 2010 15:04:00 GMT |
The Hindenburg's ghost (part 2) |
(cont'd from part 1) my creativity rumbles like bison in big herds/ keep it simple and symphonic skip the phonics and big words./ bumble bees in barracks waiting to be released/ i'll pick off every la...
Posted by on Wed, 21 Apr 2010 14:52:00 GMT |
Dreams (continued) |
Would hang over the old unupholstered pool table with chipped and deteriorated balls. The detuned upright piano with broken keys that i can still remember the sound of playing. Outside.. the sand fiel...
Posted by on Tue, 09 Feb 2010 16:06:00 GMT |
Dreams |
I've been having dreams about my grandpa's old house two nights in a row now. The old white house that used to belong to his parents. The old 1950s stove with an iron woodburning chamber where he woul...
Posted by on Tue, 09 Feb 2010 15:34:00 GMT |
The new year aint what it used to be |
The new year aint what it used to be. Its tarnished undetectedly. No longer quite as promising And with just a touch of adversity. And everyones a bit unseamed in both small towns and big citys. But i...
Posted by on Sat, 02 Jan 2010 04:22:00 GMT |
big dreams/good grief (a song) |
wonderin whats happening to my great big dreams, i still see your face in my photographic memory.wonderin whats happening to my great big dreams, i still see your face in my phogographic memory.and i ...
Posted by on Sat, 19 Dec 2009 15:55:00 GMT |
Creative writing 8 |
(from 2003)Dandelion Holiday:Wait, do turn round. this shiver storm is bad. like i ask for morning. swallow her and lie asleep between almost and never. cold summer, the vacation from present sound.re...
Posted by on Sun, 14 Jun 2009 19:54:00 GMT |
Creative writing 7 |
(from 2001) Letter to a lost friend: happiness, hold me in your arms.wipe away my tears with each shuddering breath that i take. apologize for all the times you've lied to me and told me everything ...
Posted by on Sun, 14 Jun 2009 19:35:00 GMT |
Creative writing 6 |
Bright eyes:he lie in his bed. the moonlight shining through the window of his apartment ten stories above the city streets below him. it reflects off of a chrome knob on his guitar and into his eye. ...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Jun 2009 18:15:00 GMT |
Creative writing 5 |
Bicycle romance:do not stop. my heart feels like its going to explode. eyes, stinging with sweat, looking down at the blurry road below. ice is in my lungs and my head is a drum to my heartbeat. do no...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Jun 2009 18:09:00 GMT |
