Wednesday, November 30, 2005

yup

some bus drivers like driving there bus!
A rally cry for those cracks

Monday, November 28, 2005

were young

I don't want the friends of tv to be ok
so fuck the police
or something a little more intellgent
but you get the idea
don't let those dreams die now kids
i'm trying to think that you can't lose

Bar-B-Q

my twin brother came over
we always talk about whose a better person
I debate that it is the structure which we view others
that best reflects who we are

He just sings about me
so we broke are ant farm
and wished each other luck

got a bee sting on purpose
thought about taping David Letterman
he suggested i don't learn a magic trick
I do have a bigger bath tub

ted

“There are mirrors at the bottom of buffets”
I was told while I going on a rocket ship
I told the captain to wait and jumped off
a ferry boat hours later.
While in the water
I naturally questioned who I was
as I was debating this
I saw a sea lion
but it was my old friend Ted
“You should have stayed on the rocket ship”
he said hours later crying
“I’m no match for a rocket ship.” he said
"Why were you in the water?" I asked

yup

Went to a Blockbuster
And saw five kids come screaming out of a mini van
There faces
were red
the mom seemed tired but full of here we go again sarcasm
enough that I even expected a wink
but she went into the store A to B
The boys got horror films and the girls
got teen heartthrobs movies
The mom finally got a John Candy movie for all of us
made me feel like I knew everyones name in the world

Sunday, November 27, 2005

a poem about the love of moms

I don't really like animals
and when I'm just using my teeth
it's funny to remember
that through it all
your mom loves you
I always like those stories
where moms pick up fright trains to save there kids
I have never really talked about sex with my mom
but I came out of her body.
So here's to moms with courageously blinded idiotic colors on cloudy days.

bordom and dreams

Everybody wants to get hit with lighting
once, I hope.

good is great

This thing was good
and I could keep on being with it.
Was it a Tuesday? Sure.
Had I been across the Atlantic? No.
But I was sure that Suzan didn't hate me anymore.
I tried to give the sandwich three different names
a lot of B and O's because well that's who I am.
a pigeon flew done
and I realized that good is great has an old friend said.
Will Suzan marry me probably not
will I see that thing on that day?
No, but I know that I can.

bright colors and living two days ahead

of all the emotions related to sadness
they all come down to wanting
sugar to be healthy for me.
I would eat the fucking shit out of it,
just get in a wheel chair and eat
grab on to peoples faces and tell them I love them
I wish my dad called me up
and told seven stories
about scars that I never knew about.
Are monkeys even fun?
my heart doesn't do well with metaphors about the heart
but I got time for knew letters
ABC
I hope everyone is well.

3 in the morning

you can kinda of marry yourself
just has you can make yourself cry
like writing to santa claus
you can't really lose

not really knowing what this or anything meens

watching tv for all the lovers
eating chips for egyptians
napping for time
i do my part in my own way
we are all going to die
so judge but don't pick

you can believe anything when you don't need to
and the best advice i got was:
if you can't beat them,
love them

Monday, November 14, 2005

the winter fucking sucks

The winter fucking sucks

Mike Dicka says
brush your teeth
keep fighting soldiers
and thank you so much for the Indian sunburn Maxine

make love to the sky

I go to the trash can and as I am throwing something out a man
comes up to me out of nowhere
“Don’t throw that out” he says with a smile that I trust
“I trust your smile.”
“Come with me” he sings
We hang glide with are bodies pressed up to each other
“Am having fun," I say, with a giggle.
“I know that you are having fun.”
We glide all day long, I tell him about my sadness and he
uses horrible metaphors involving the sky and life.
I cry at each one of them like a child.
We hit the ground and go home and make love like waterfalls while listening to the Beatles.
When I awake he leaves a rose.
I go back to yelling into a hole for tourists with a twinkle in my eye.
Look into the sky there are dreams my horse yells mean to strangers.

Wednesday, November 09, 2005

Paris

why have I not at least once
got naked and done drugs all day?
Paris is place for people not lovers

dog

Looked out the window and got mad at the widow which I broke
Took the glass and made it into a dog
Told the dog my greatest secrets not my best or secrets secrets but my greatest
Returned the dog to the pet store told them they could have it
Just looked at it,
in a cage as I decided if a piercing could change my life
went to a window shop and bought another one
I just want things to go well.

Wednesday, November 02, 2005

self help for gods

your doing the best!
You have been thinking about eating a dog
your strong enough emotionally
landmarks need to be made.
Pictures cakes don't do it anymore.
Your doing amazing no fears
and your going to eat a dog.
This is what real self love and empowerment is.

score

the train was late
"the train was late" I said
"no it wasn't"
and it was late
so I made love to him
to keep even with myself
no one is keeping score, I know
but it does feel like it sometimes
doesn't it?

smores

eating smores thats all you want to do
"fun and cute" doesn't that kinda rime!
after eating one and everyone does, they are good
people generaly decline a second
the record was five by a gentleman who
had boughten five diving boards
"They sell like hotcakes in Atlanta, I just need to get the money to get them down there."
Did that person die you often think
and how much are umbrella's these days?
tyrone
hellocoptor
fence
b-movie star eating rice
pizza hut
round

change

bam
things can be fixed
bam
zam

poem

fire
fire
fire
fire

god is forgiveness