think about it.....
That's why.
hepcatbflat
Tuesday, August 4, 2015
Thursday, July 30, 2015
waiting on you
i'm waiting on you
been waiting a long long time
yeah sedated
pretty complicated
even medicated
and still
i'm waiting on you.
been waiting a long long time
yeah sedated
pretty complicated
even medicated
and still
i'm waiting on you.
Saturday, July 25, 2015
Why A Poem Might Cry
What do you call those
rare moments
when Who You Are
and
Who You Want To Be
collide
and
all your questions have simple answers
and
you see yourself
complete
not in pieces.... not like a dotted line
drawn
to exactly where you're standing ?
rare moments
when Who You Are
and
Who You Want To Be
collide
and
all your questions have simple answers
and
you see yourself
complete
not in pieces.... not like a dotted line
drawn
to exactly where you're standing ?
Tuesday, July 14, 2015
yeah, that's right.... Iceland
From somewhere
on the morning of that day
that's what i heard
in my head,
" Iceland "
Gather them all.
All 4 of them.
And like loyal sibling Musketeers led
by a 62yr old Don Quixote-like father
they would travel to that place
together.
They would come from Montana and Arizona
and
Plainfield, ILL.
to share... Reykjavik.
huh ?
They would see that place.
They would breath that air.
He would rent an apartment in the city fpr a few days
and a cottage in the country
for couple more.
He could do this.
They could do this
They would drink Black Death beer
and eat reindeer burgers
maybe spot a whale
or play foosball in oh-bla-di oh-bla-da bar 'til 1am
while it's still goddamn light outside
or get a hotdog at a stand
on a worn-down streetcorner on Trygvagat St. amongst cigarette-smoking
skateboarding Icelandic teenagers
and a family from Boston.
A photograph of ex-prez Bill Clinton is taped to the fence.
He once got one there.
Noah would return home w/Icelandic ink on his arm.
Adam with world seasoning.
Rachael with a sweet appetite
for more adventure
in her young life.
Sommer built this ship to sail
a long time ago.
Made it sea-worthy and trustful.
and Don Quixote...well, his eyes would fill
with tears of pride
and joy
when no one was looking
at the mess he made
of his life.
Today they were Iceland.
Today it was perfect.
" like a band of gypsies we go down the highway "
Because from somewhere
on the morning of that day
that's what i heard
in my head,
" Iceland "
for 1,000 good reasons
and for no good reason at all.
yeah, that's right... Iceland.
on the morning of that day
that's what i heard
in my head,
" Iceland "
Gather them all.
All 4 of them.
And like loyal sibling Musketeers led
by a 62yr old Don Quixote-like father
they would travel to that place
together.
They would come from Montana and Arizona
and
Plainfield, ILL.
to share... Reykjavik.
huh ?
They would see that place.
They would breath that air.
He would rent an apartment in the city fpr a few days
and a cottage in the country
for couple more.
He could do this.
They could do this
They would drink Black Death beer
and eat reindeer burgers
maybe spot a whale
or play foosball in oh-bla-di oh-bla-da bar 'til 1am
while it's still goddamn light outside
or get a hotdog at a stand
on a worn-down streetcorner on Trygvagat St. amongst cigarette-smoking
skateboarding Icelandic teenagers
and a family from Boston.
A photograph of ex-prez Bill Clinton is taped to the fence.
He once got one there.
Noah would return home w/Icelandic ink on his arm.
Adam with world seasoning.
Rachael with a sweet appetite
for more adventure
in her young life.
Sommer built this ship to sail
a long time ago.
Made it sea-worthy and trustful.
and Don Quixote...well, his eyes would fill
with tears of pride
and joy
when no one was looking
at the mess he made
of his life.
Today they were Iceland.
Today it was perfect.
" like a band of gypsies we go down the highway "
Because from somewhere
on the morning of that day
that's what i heard
in my head,
" Iceland "
for 1,000 good reasons
and for no good reason at all.
yeah, that's right... Iceland.
Tuesday, July 7, 2015
returning
the thought of returning
to an ex-lover
and an affair that ended
badly
is about as appealing as the thought of smoking
cigarettes again,
sleeping on the wrong mattress
or
stepping on a broken shadow.
to an ex-lover
and an affair that ended
badly
is about as appealing as the thought of smoking
cigarettes again,
sleeping on the wrong mattress
or
stepping on a broken shadow.
Friday, July 3, 2015
There is nobody
There is nobody walking by
walking
quite like you.
There are no fingers touching fingers.
There is nobody falling through.
There is nobody empty.
There is no hole to fill.
There is nobody that made it.
There is nobody.
walking
quite like you.
There are no fingers touching fingers.
There is nobody falling through.
There is nobody empty.
There is no hole to fill.
There is nobody that made it.
There is nobody.
Thursday, June 18, 2015
2 by 4
I'm Al Green
I'm Shug Knight
I'm a time machine.
I'm a fistfight.
I'm a big deal.
I'm a closed door.
I'm looking out for you.
I've been here before.
I'm a slow fuse.
A 6 ft. 2 by 4.
I'm the best damn friend that you don't have no more.
I'm Shug Knight
I'm a time machine.
I'm a fistfight.
I'm a big deal.
I'm a closed door.
I'm looking out for you.
I've been here before.
I'm a slow fuse.
A 6 ft. 2 by 4.
I'm the best damn friend that you don't have no more.
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