oh, those late nights in my courtyard
sweating from that mean summer heat
the bluegrass from inside reach my lawn-chair
fills me with sin
my foot tapping gently along to the rhythm
the mosquito suck my blood
but i let it
cold beers, sweet tears, in the light from my porch
that single uncovered light-bulb, adding a faint buzz to the music
i add my own words to the summer sounds
then i fall asleep there
in my lawn-chair
the mosquito suck my blood
and i let it
Monday, January 28, 2008
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
sad-corner
i have a good friend
sometimes he is in the sad-corner
he is small in the night
i will talk into the shadow
try to see him
i stare until my mind gets dark
and my eyes see
what he sees
then i'm right there with him
in the sad-corner
it's not that bad to get lost
if you're not alone
sometimes he is in the sad-corner
he is small in the night
i will talk into the shadow
try to see him
i stare until my mind gets dark
and my eyes see
what he sees
then i'm right there with him
in the sad-corner
it's not that bad to get lost
if you're not alone
Saturday, January 12, 2008
bird by the pool
i once wished that i was a bird
it's silly, i know
i don't remember what kind of bird
but that's not important
i wouldn't be flying all that much
just stroll around, poolside at the mirage hotel in las vegas
i would dip my beak in the water on those hot desert days
and suck on cherries from drinks left behind
it's not that much about being a bird
more a fear of responsibility
but maybe birds have responsibilities too
i don't know
do you?
it's silly, i know
i don't remember what kind of bird
but that's not important
i wouldn't be flying all that much
just stroll around, poolside at the mirage hotel in las vegas
i would dip my beak in the water on those hot desert days
and suck on cherries from drinks left behind
it's not that much about being a bird
more a fear of responsibility
but maybe birds have responsibilities too
i don't know
do you?
my wall
years ago in Oslo
when it was always winter
i would take too many pills
because i was always drunk
and i would forget that i had taken my pills
my couch got old while i was sitting there
the wall got tired of me staring at it
and it disappeared
i could hear the drunks outside
laughing and singing
man, how i hated them
i was drunk inside
staring at nothing
where my wall used to be
and i disappeared
when it was always winter
i would take too many pills
because i was always drunk
and i would forget that i had taken my pills
my couch got old while i was sitting there
the wall got tired of me staring at it
and it disappeared
i could hear the drunks outside
laughing and singing
man, how i hated them
i was drunk inside
staring at nothing
where my wall used to be
and i disappeared
toilet
isn't it awful
using other peoples toilet
when you take a shit
and you really have to go
but it's so hard
cause you're nervous they might hear you
and when you're done
there is no toilet-brush and no air-freshener
and the porcelain has a stripe of brown shit going down it
and it smells
and you're nervous
cause someone is gonna walk in right after you
and then you have to meet their faces at the table later
they all stare at you
and you're nervous
using other peoples toilet
when you take a shit
and you really have to go
but it's so hard
cause you're nervous they might hear you
and when you're done
there is no toilet-brush and no air-freshener
and the porcelain has a stripe of brown shit going down it
and it smells
and you're nervous
cause someone is gonna walk in right after you
and then you have to meet their faces at the table later
they all stare at you
and you're nervous
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