Saturday, April 30, 2005

piece of chocolate
cup of echinacea tea
pumpkin pie
egg sandwhich
more pumpkin pie
chocolate energy gel
black tea
peanut butter
fish sticks
marinated vegetables
tartar sauce i made myself with vegenaise horseradish garlic powder salt pepper lemon juice mustard
piece of chocolate
pumpkin pie
abita beer
i know god
leaves me alone
cause i dont do anything wrong
“oh,” he says
“you live too expensive
and for that you already pay
dont touch a gun
dont get high till you cant buy food
dont take until everyone else takes
but dont hurt yourself
because you think you dont hurt enough
its lucky not to hurt
cause most people do
and if you dont
its not cause your doing wrong
its cause you dont do anything wrong
but sometimes
its best to do some right
even if you feel alright.”
in the haze of morning
i forgot to take my vitamin
it went with me all day
then thrown in a pile
and there is sat
in the dark among the lint and crumbs
i found it one day and said
sneaky vitamin.
courageous spirit.
awol supplement.
i'll put it back in the bottle
take it another day
when it heard this
it bounced from my fingers
rolled across the floor
and under the refrigerator
where it's still waiting
to be found
by mice and cats
or a new fridge
or a new floor

Friday, April 29, 2005

it's friday
fried eggs
toot toot
time to open the valve
blow off steam
I say tee tish da dee
and you say what the hell
I say cuss oot beefo
and you say eat shit and die
secret child language
smoke weed all day
we ride on handlebars with peace pipe
after school we'll get so high
we can't feel ourselves
when night falls
we can put on music
sit out on the porch
there's nothing else to do
the crickets in the yard
the hot rods
gunning up and down the block

Thursday, April 28, 2005

Rrrruuummmmmmbbbbbbb!
vrooooooh, kussshhhhhhhh!
all day he rides
bouncing in his seat
from UCLA to windward to LAX
people in and out of the parting doors
most of them crazy, sure
muttering and yelling to baby
to shirley to bitch
"I ain't talkin' to you no more liar."
he stares straight ahead and drives well
looks around at intersections
but things pretty much stay the same
a woman is standing with him now
they laugh together
and he's not concentrating on his driving
people give uneasy looks to each other
when they lurch forward
steady themselves with the handles
i will wait to write this
until i get home
because i have hot tea
and if i put it between my legs
it might lurch forward too
and spill all over my crotch

Wednesday, April 27, 2005

five cups of coffee
zap! pow! wham, bam thank you ma'am!
my minds wide open
if i cant write
creatives worthless pious penniless
ungiving and wrenched dry
talked of and never gotten
eureka a fictional sound
revelation a fantasy cut short
with a start
intuition is ten bankers
on their balconies
watching the setting sun
while migrant workers grovel
in the streets below
And creativity is a man
running up a hill
with buckets of water
spilling every drop
before he reaches the summit