Sunday, February 2, 2014


Be wishful what you care for

There was a day when the sunset looked like This
There was a night when my trousers din' have piss
There was a place
There was a face
Where'd all it go?

Thursday, January 9, 2014


I could write more. I could should more. I will work tomorrow. I will sneeze tonight. I will snot up and blow it. I will say the wrong thing. I will make a strange move. I'll continue to groove. What else is there? Some dances don't stop.Some spills need a mop. Her car had no top. That can's full of pop.
Perhaps I won't sit.They look too lit to quit. Pop a stitch, Papa Zit. Now you're happy !

Sunday, January 5, 2014

The Smoking

I've taught myself to play piano
But I won't stop smoking
I learned a bunch of songs you don't know
The dish and spoon went missing

I've made myself homeless again
But I won't stop smoking
I learned a bunch of songs
How you doin'?

My everything aches
But I don't stop drinking
I learned a bunch of songs
I'm good on guitar !
You should hear me play the drums

I'm deep in debt
But I don't stop drinking
What am I thinking? not stopping drinking
My teeth-rot is stinking
You should hear me play those drums
We should jam sometime

The Drinking

Happy New Year

can't I type? o there it is
So, The wars continue. We are poisoned and dying. The Center flies Right. Money is might. Every night, The drones drop their goods on poor neighborhoods. Our leaders are bought. Go to prison for pot. And the dish ran away with the spoon.

Wednesday, September 4, 2013