Friday, January 22, 2010


I wrote these words to get paid
But it didn't pan out
I forgot to sell-out
Forgot to wear a suit to the meeting
I slept through

I spent this paper to build ships
But all I have are hats
I wear in the rain
As I wipe ink from my eyes
Plans like water

I held out my arms to embrace you
But I've been grasping trees
While you hide laughing
I'm getting a little closer though
Moving backwards in measured steps

Practice helps


6 Becomes five becomes 3 more days
12 and counting
With more over the horizon
A stampede of boredom

Drawn out thin as a reed
Time too
While I reach for my own tail

Just a twist and a lunge
Just a pathetic flick
For anything larger than a finger
A poor man's anchor
An excuse to get behind myself

I will self-actualize in my own
Good time
Thank you
Get used to your own cock in you
Dangling your shoes in the air

Turn your head and cough when your done
Just keep it off my shelf