Thursday, October 29, 2009
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Monday, October 26, 2009
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Thursday, October 22, 2009
I cease to exist in the sense
of existence as You see fit.
I seize my existence in the sense
of existing regardless of
my physically existing in Your
I extend my existence to an
existing I've never existed and
I retract my existing from an
existence I've (we've) known before.
I must, in iambic (a word I really care to use) pentameter.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Sunday, October 18, 2009
You're screwing yourselves man. Maybe we were a bit late on the bill, who cares. You think we can't handle the cold? We have a microwave man, who needs the stove. We're from Pittsburgh. We adapt. In the end, you are getting three less days of payment from us. If you had kept us turned on, we would continue racking up the debt. That's out of control man. Simple economics and you screwed up.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
I have a new use for the word alternative
life in the ffffff
eagles suck it
now when you say dizzzzzy? you mean
i have a feeling i know but i'm afraid to
ask you because you might take it wrong
i'm afraid that
not many people get what we get
i havent yet decided on this.
i wish i could just find out.
i wish i could just know.
i'm afraid to talk now.
Monday, October 12, 2009
It only takes two chords into let it be.
I don't know how I feel about that.
I feel uninspired. This is normal.
I feel lost. This is also normal.
I also feel overwhelmed and somewhat alone.
But the good news is I now know what it means
when someone refers to the notes of a good tea.
I've in my collection a signed first edition of Jim Carroll's The Book of Nods. A good weekend, you might say. This is a man that hung out with Andy Warhol, Patti Smith, Lou Reed, Rancid, Blue Oyster Cult, Ray Manzarek, and ELO. I've something else to say...
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Monday, October 5, 2009
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Friday, October 2, 2009
"Have you ever seen God?"
In the smoke of burning incense
I held my fingers above the coal,
watching its breath dance around
and between my fingers. It hugged
my skin, and you kissed my neck.
The river of smoke touched your
face and you touched mine.
The mist caressed the music
and became one. They waltzed
around the room, covering everything
they touched with the sweet scent
of china rain. You put your arms
around me and asked if
I had ever seen God.
Have I ever seen God?
I have seen the Devil.