Archive for April 2021

the clock is ticking no time to throw anything in the garbage just leave it here eventually someone will come along

really like that go outside have yourself a good look television follows violence as the world changed you will find out instantly

it took a scientist to invent french vanilla creamer it took a campaign to get you to pour some in your cup it took a lawyer who had quit smoking cigarettes to be convinced at last small victories

this is more like painting today only putting on the television filling out some papers driving you to college going for chicken and waffles all make believe

there is a point and it is being driven in by your father there is this guy on tv yelling there is this other guy on the tv yelling louder or maybe faster there is a point and it’s being driven in somewhere as if we were all alone

the thing with writing is everybody does it it is going to be awhile it’s the last for those who do not want to be connected it’s a book being written about us being written about you

just another day in clearwater so close make time go play in the sand

nearly woke up made it thru the day anyway fit to be drawn shoes on a stick figure stuck in earth’s orbit surrender to the moonlight wait for the taxi home  

tears by the dozen someone is counting backwards a refill the empty glass filled with trouble deep breathing in a coma shades and textures tactile indifference believe you said in what i wonder shifts the shape poverty in 3 dimensions takes a train sits in back plays the harmonica you never really got paid

move there and you will never have to take another vacation