without any god
it's brilliant
to believe in love
or the ghost of love
and all things in between
the awkward standings
everything from here to there
the beautiful feeling
spewing from
the fountain
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Saturday, April 4, 2009
free poem
not everyone has
had a pizza party
not everone has
had a friend
sometimes every-thing is wrong
sometimes it's everybodies song
sometimes no-
one chimes in
sometimes no-
one has come or gone
sometimes it's a depressing poem, bitch.
had a pizza party
not everone has
had a friend
sometimes every-thing is wrong
sometimes it's everybodies song
sometimes no-
one chimes in
sometimes no-
one has come or gone
sometimes it's a depressing poem, bitch.
listen to the pleasure now
hear it when it's right infront
a container snyc
get sick sink set see sun
chelsea ginger thrill
human being girl
a container snyc
get sick sink set see sun
chelsea ginger thrill
human being girl
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
willie nelson
the line of this reality that we are always on
a specific space in disregard to cameras
the flight of an air stream down the road
that road, that goes somewhere forever
in this picture, in that picture, still travelling
a specific space in disregard to cameras
the flight of an air stream down the road
that road, that goes somewhere forever
in this picture, in that picture, still travelling
Saturday, March 28, 2009
l'oro de napoli
there is a flame spitting
out of the gold watch
of mt. vesuvius
if you knew about rudolph
you would yell at jesus's
christmastime lagoon
have a volcano
out of the gold watch
of mt. vesuvius
if you knew about rudolph
you would yell at jesus's
christmastime lagoon
have a volcano
Thursday, March 26, 2009
ahh, management cowardice
shuffled feet////////
saying so about the youth.
with abrasion and judgement
a sonic understanding of music
slowly returning to everything
before it was magic
saying so about the youth.
with abrasion and judgement
a sonic understanding of music
slowly returning to everything
before it was magic
Friday, March 20, 2009
piano solo
me go to the computer
tired with weed
struck down inside that day
zipped on a chord of tomorrow
yawning at everything else
suck on the future so softly
pretend you'll friend saturday night
hit the keys impromtu always
play the song of it's alright
tired with weed
struck down inside that day
zipped on a chord of tomorrow
yawning at everything else
suck on the future so softly
pretend you'll friend saturday night
hit the keys impromtu always
play the song of it's alright
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