We were talking. “What to write.” I said, “I Haven’t written anything in a while. About 3 weeks.” His response: “Think of gibberish.” Think of Gibberish, (quibberish, libberish, bibbly-bobbly-blibberish) That’s all I think of That’s all I live on –I get by day to day –With a mind full –Of Gibberish (quibberish, libberish, bibbly-bobbly-blibberish) [...]
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Just Think Gibberish
Posted in peom, Random, Uncategorized, Whimsy, tagged gibberish, peom, Random, Whimsy on May 24, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
A passing glance
Posted in Love, peom, Random, Sex, Uncategorized, tagged beauty, crush, day dream, in passing, Love, old girlfriend, peom, poem, secret crush, turning heads, unrequited love on May 8, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
I saw you again yesterday. Your head turned just so, Your eyes with their usual sparkle-shine. I passed on. I raised no hand in greeting. I did not look back. This is typical of my sort, my set; Never look back. Never think of possible regret. I imagine I’ll see you again soon however, in [...]
An Admonition
Posted in peom, poem, poetry, Uncategorized, tagged peom, poem on April 26, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
Take a Pluck from your Beard twirl it in the air, sit Stare at the Ash Burn you Hopes before your Eyes and Pray the God’s for your Desires Sleep alone and shirtless under the lightless Sky and in the Morning mumble-yawn and Ask yourself Why?
I don’t remember the name of that hotel
Posted in Drinking, Drunk, erotic, growing up, Life, Memories, one-night stand, peom, poem, poetry, Random, Sex, Uncategorized, tagged Drunk, hotel, memory, one-night stand, peom, poem, Sex on April 26, 2010 | 2 Comments »
Your stuck in my brain I don’t remember feeling a thing Your face is a haze of shadow and light All that’s left of alcohol nights Your voice I can’t recall Your name you never gave There, at the tip of my tongue, your taste. And From me you have nothing From you I took [...]
Evil Enigma
Posted in Essay, family, friendship, growing up, Life, life story, Littler Sister, Love, Memories, Sister, Uncategorized, tagged big brothers, commission, evil little sister, family, little sister, siblings, sisters on December 30, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
(A commission from my mother) Little sisters are evil. Big brothers are mean. She always tattles. He never plays nice. My friends think she’s cute. He thinks my friends are hot. I tell them she’s satan in disguise. I tell them he’s a good-for-nothing jackass. She’s their favorite. He gets away with everything! I can’t [...]
On the Edge of Sleep this came:
Posted in depression, Memories, Random, Sleep, the zen of neo-christian taoism, Thoughts, Uncategorized, tagged dreams, happiness, Memories, Sleep on August 20, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Any good memories, memories of happiness, I have or have had I systematically dismantle so that I may live in the present with nothing to distract me. And my memories become fantasy, dreams, unreality in which I dance with rag dolls, tattered and worn, whose faces had been (I had) painted on with a child’s [...]
spiral leading nowhere.
Posted in depression, friendship, Life, Love, philosophy, poem, poetry, Random, Thoughts, Trust, Uncategorized, tagged cycle, friendship, poem, poetry, relationship on June 9, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
condemned. stuck in a cycle, never to end never to spiral down or out. where will it end? not here. and not there either. Hopeless, this ever shifting scenery, this every changing people-ry. “Will you be my friend? My lover? My helper, confidant, adviser and life giver?” too many things at once, and I implode, [...]
“…and we are but players on it.”
Posted in belief, Essay, Life, philosophy, Random, the zen of neo-christian taoism, Thoughts, Uncategorized, tagged bob dylan, dreams, home, Life, living, path, philosophy, shakespeare, sleeping, the zen of neo-christian taoism on May 14, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Blink and the world is the same; your eyes close and reopen upon the same panorama. Fall asleep, enter the land of slumber and your brain takes over, rearranges thoughts and patterns feelings and impulses into unrecognizable dream shapes. But to see this dance upon our subconsciousness we must sacrifice ourself upon the alter of [...]
saturday, the ninth
Posted in Drinking, Drunk, friendship, peom, poem, poetry, Random, Thoughts, Uncategorized, tagged Drunk, peotry, poetry, saturday night on May 14, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
I wasn’t supposed to be drunk today, I wasn’t supposed to be drunk yesterday either. But its Sunday morning and I’m broke. Reaching for that last glass, next drink is Friday. It’s nearly sunrise and I’m 40 in the hole, so I savor this first taste of the day; last shot of the week. CAN’T [...]
