Talking
to no one particular
for no discernible reason
other than to hear one’s self
is masturbation
Jerk Off
A Composition of My Own
I hate the lyrics to this song
But the melody
stirs emotions
recalls memories
and makes a song of my own
Feels Like Monday
God
Jesus
Yahweh
Buddha
Mother Nature
Father Time
and Old Mother Hubbard
Hate me
That’s the only way I can explain yesterday
I would have stayed in bed this morning
if not for the Sandman
13 Flights
Thirteen thousand Five Hundred Five
consecutive days and counting
I have been waking up
Getting out of bed’s the hard part
The rest is like falling down stairs
How Low Can I Go?
Limbo
without music
or a stick
is hell
What’s Your Sign?
I’m trying to get my plans laid
But life’s not putting out
Take Me Out
It was 1974 or 5. When my dad and I went to the first of what would be our only baseball game together. I was 4 or 5.
My parents were separated in anticipation of their upcoming divorce. Not his idea. Though she was doing him a favor.
Dad picked me up in his 1954 Buick, I stood [...]
