it was like coming home at night
still and silent and space for the preacher’s pulpit in his mind
but he was only trying,
trying to make cult(ure)
and he raised up his followers with peace and weapons and pride
and isn’t that what all countries do and
they all have song and dance and drugs too
and he doesn’t feel any of it.
just him and
should he splurge and buy cape cod chips to celebrate or go with the generic chips?
it’s a party. it doesn’t matter,
only that chips are curved – what a wonder.
curved space ships?
the shortest distance between two points is shortcuts.
bus cabin democracy
31 Julenlightenment, air jordans, and saving the planet
22 Julgod damn, it’s great being me and loving whatever music I love. I was talking to a panhandler today and he told me he just bought black and yellow air jordans. I had never seen black and yellow air jordans and they looked great on him and he said he’d been walking into stores and felt some magnetic attraction to the same black and yellow air jordans and then he found the shoes at a pawn shop for 225 bucks? That doesn’t sound like a pawn? That sounds like a Queen bee, black and yellow Queen Bee like his beautiful air jordans and god damn do we need bees more than ever for pollination and the planet and what not.
the score is still 0-0
10 Juna friend sent me a bar of soap in the mail and the drug searchers didn’t even open up the package and holy crap does this soap smell last for a long time. I keep the bar on a table with flowers painted on it, right beside a Brewers baseball cap and to the left of the soap and the table and the hat is an outlet of some sort, maybe the cable tv, maybe the phone, maybe both, but the whole thing seems incredible like how did we humans come up with love and all of this?
burning ghosts
4 MayI had nothing to do with it. I swear it just happened. I had been been listening to this album since i first met her and then she ghosted me and then whenever I listened to the album and I did a lot and it felt like I’d lost a limb, all the songs reminded me of her but then three months passed and I can enjoy the album in a new way and i almost forgot her name.
and i know it’s just a dream…
2 May…but i take these dreams seriously because it seems like there are nightmares inside dreams. it couldn’t be any other way i guess and so it’s time to activate my guts and notice the wind.
tombstones gonna have to wait
25 Aprjim morrison had fun in a short bottle,
but god damn, he seemed to make the most of it.
now, if you’ll excuse me, I have my own revolution to do.
i’m moving my tv to the other side of the room.
yeh, things are about to change around here.
the sun’s blaring in.
i can’t see the tv.
i shut the power off and
my power turns on.
i’m walking to the nearest bus cabin and gonna do my best to strike up some love with a stranger.
my drunk muse
19 Marthis love quarrel.
you.
my invisible muse, beer?
one week is great. i can write.
the next week sucks. i can’t write.
whatever.
if i meet my muse, i’ll definitely invite them for a drink at the local hole.
I met a viper one day…
27 Febi mean they talk about tanks and ak 47’s and whatever grenades and sling shots and rocks, but a writer? And their word arrows towards the heart of an object of desire. I mean these writers are love junkies and they won’t stop until absolute surrender and only the cruelest cynic can refuse their efforts and if there are any regrets for that first kiss and talks of muses and inspiration so far from traffic jams and slush on work pants and dead ends, then there is a second kiss and the rain drops from an alley rooftop and a dead dove and a rat crawling cocksure out of a puddle on the very puddle that these lovers are looking at and seeing and the writer and the object of desire are no longer the writer and the object of desire, they are observers of some cosmic creation and I’m naked and alone and poor, but at least I have the memory of that love I surrendered all to and i will do it all over again and so I take alleys whenever I get the chance.
avoiding quick sand
6 Feboh yeh,
i’m certain now.
there’s a viper out there,
pretending to be a dove.
i can hear her getting near,
best be aware.
still the jungle 