hurry up and wait, a mantra clichédtraffic, technology, escapethe matters at handdon't really matter at allbut under themwe collapse from the weight. some wish to lose itsome wish to gaini personally find it hard to relate i take what i'm givenignore what i've madecomplacent.
going backward in time nowi missed these pages the firsttime through.what can i tell you, it's amonday morningand that's all i can sayexcept for the rainbut as they sayif not something nicethen nothing at allthe coffee is good andis hitting the spotbut the spot is extralarge t...
sitting and waitingpatiently, for a changewhite beer this timesam adams has some nerve.sitting and waitingand smoking and drinkingand lying and waitingfor something to change.what's left when you'releft with yourselfonly blameand waitingand smokingand drinkingi haven't talked...
i have been trying to immerse myselfin the creativity of othersmy goal of writing copious amountsof wordy, bad, heady poetryhasn't been going so well. i get caught up in theversechorusversestructure and thetrying not to rhymethingthis all happens beforepenhitspaperwith no pen...
i woke up this morning toscreaming cats, thinking aboutthe washing machine.apparently, it dripped some waterat some point.i don't know, i didn't see it.i washed some towels to seewhile drinking the morning'scoffee, and everything is fine.now it's afternoon and i stilllook like...
so this is the end of the work dayi'm home and i'm feeling at easethe honey brown's half gone alreadyit will be time for another one soon outside, it's chilly, but in here it's freezingthe electric bill is going to kill meto the next honey brown, i say 'bring it on'i need some...
I only have a dollarand the ferris wheelis all you have to offer. Turn it up,push that leverall the way forward. Make it a thrill ride.Make it so all I can dois hang on.Round and roundthis carnival. Rusted gateto moonlit sky.Round and roundthis carnival; my life.
like the leftovers on the verge of going badwell done but still the best I ever hadcynic soup and some cream of disappointmenta loaf of something on the verge of going bad in the back you'll find my contributionbehind the coffee maker, into fruitiongrowing slowly into a muddle...
all i've got is this tin cup;handle tucked in my suspender.later today I will empty out the changeand have a cup of fired leaf tea.i'm not really blind, i just don't want to seeand the folks walking by don't care one way or the other.it is warm inside my world,but freezing col...