Thursday, October 21, 2010

aint no mountain but the past i cant get over.

Sometimes its like There Aint No Mountain High Enough

but other times, its like "Jesus, just call me already".

not sure what valley they're talking about
probably Big Valley
because I miss it there.

as far as rivers go,
I'm a river. And I have a river. And I have seen a real live river before.
It was nice.

So crispy benjamin franklin
come over and we'll chat
about why you like to make people hurt each other
exchange credit default swaps
to gamble on nothing but our own
demise.

but if I had the ben franklin i'd
jump in my fast car
and make a deal
to have nothing to prove.

I just really miss that dazzler.

i miss what we once were.


Thursday, October 14, 2010

Today I let Picasso make me anxious.

No matter how I turned those cubes wouldn't square into my realm of what's real.

So finally I decided to let Picasso be right.

and,
sure enough

There was more to be seen, than just my sight.

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

my fingers tap me into rhythms of the present

and at night i dream that i cant fall asleep.

Friday, October 1, 2010

my creationist primordial soup of a brain.

Am I undergoing the process of becoming boring?
Of exploring so much learning that I get lost in the loquacious print of hand-me-down books?

Or is this what I've always wanted--to have a mission I'll gladly pay for?

but now this keyboard has felt more of my touch, seen more greens in my eyes than you.


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