kids visiting, music and videos to entertain the little people, to keep them from sticking their small fingers into the sockets and setting the place up into flames, from ransacking the cd collection, the collection of afterwork coins from the pumpkinhead, knocking the lamp off the swivel table by the stairs. I have a job,…… Continue reading attack of the little people
Digital Writ
checking in
nothing special just a note I still have love for this place where I come and write a note or two, a poem, a set of paragraphs to say I’m still alive if you care and in certain ways happy, glad, even ecstatic I’ve got good people in my life at least some of them…… Continue reading checking in
step aside, let me DJ
another one of these Sunday nights. I dread Monday mornings. it’s more of the same bullshit you have to put up with. my spell checker is questioning my usage of the word bullshit now. I have to assure it it has its place. this isn’t some business template. wrists are sore as I write this.…… Continue reading step aside, let me DJ
mirrors thrown at your goddamn face
learning sign language is like learning keyboard shortcuts. I just realized that. it was a strange 8 hours. people live in such fear because of money. sure, if you have it, you pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about, or say that this is an over-reaction, but lose yours too and it becomes painfully…… Continue reading mirrors thrown at your goddamn face
don’t expect much. hope much. >>
defective mechanisms. this is the first part to write. from the factory came a package, and inside a disappointment. some are born defective children, can’t hear or see, can’t walk, can’t look normal, can’t fit in. defective parts, somehow, someway. good parts go bad. from bad decisions good times turn sour. a rose received lasts…… Continue reading don’t expect much. hope much. >>
you should hang out with me
reading about Chuck Palahniuk, a profile of him in Poets&Writers. he was the one that wrote Fight Club, Survivor, and Invisible Monsters. it’s always inspiring to read about another writer rising up out of troubles and getting clearer through writing. it is not about publishing a damn thing, but the act of writing in the…… Continue reading you should hang out with me
work ethic work
it is my fault not enough it is my damn fault I know sacrifice the time like this book shelf in the sway correct me and you’re wrong I will tell you why I’m from another realm of something whatever it is it’s just something else besides your blueprint here is where we can eat…… Continue reading work ethic work
morning
it is saturday but asthma hits and forces me up for raspberry tea. looking at this picture of Radhakunda. the sun is up now and everything is beautiful. day is started; if I go back to bed, it’s only for an hour or so. nothing much to write because I am feeling small minded. but…… Continue reading morning
late Sunday night
keeping a good eye on my cat’s wily activities there are many distractions and he is a symbol of that looking for cords to attack balls of paper, shadows, noises that startle and make you jump a mile into the sky he is the most hilarious person in the house and when I leave he…… Continue reading late Sunday night
be glad for rain
asthma returns goddamn it it is 4:15 in the morning why can’t I sleep because of scratched up lungs like nails down a chalk board you can rest with your gold watch retirement is just a two day span I can’t hold my breath for 30 years they show movies to make our mouths water…… Continue reading be glad for rain