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You are the reason that I am alone.
If you would just come you would feel right at home.

Round all the edges tell yourself it's not over.
You are the fire my interest the clover.
You were the seeker when playing Red Rover.
I was the arms of your target we caught you.
You are the road I am everything I never bought you.

You are so famous most people don't know you.
I am a unicorn with rainbows to show you.
You are a unicorn let's be them together.
We are the climate we're warming and weather.
We are the pirates we hid so much treasure.
I say let's find it where was it that sweater?
Where was the igloo it melted where were you.
What about the ice cream stop fooling you slipper.
Slipper where was it I'm loving to eat you.
Well don't stop looks like we found that treasure

                                 After all.
Feb 2017 · 252
I watched a plastic grocery bag roll down the road like a tumbleweed.
I was on my way home so I thought I'd pick it up.
The wind was blowing it my way so I walked along behind.
It was cold but the sun was coming through high clouds.
It hit a bit of water puddled from melting ice.
It stopped and breathed and quivered and I wondered briefly if this puddle had ended the bag's joyous rolling tumble in the sun.
With the help of the wind, the bag turned over and soon over again and, compact and steeled now with a quickly freezing brown water on it's sides, rolled faster than ever over snowbanks and driveways and lawns and the road.
A few houses from mine, the bag tumbled far up onto a neighbor's lawn and came to rest upon the sticks coming out of a garden.
In front of the bag now if the wind kept up was a long hedge that looked very ready to catch it safely and hold it until the neighbors saw it and decided to pluck it up and send that plastic bag on it's journey to the dump.
I smiled a little, as I got to keep my gloves on while I walked up my driveway empty handed, as I love to be.
Jan 2017 · 323
Love Poem
I'm in love.
Oh... yes.
Yeah, it's nice.
Can hardly wait
To call her wife.
What a life!
What a girl!
Luckiest man
In the world.
Found the one
Who kissed the sun.
She said, "You're fun."

And you will see,
For our love burns brightly.
We're gonna show you
How the heavens do.
And you will learn
To take your turn
And be yourself
And share your wealth
And spread your wings.
An angel sings.
An angel sings.
We are the angel sings,
We can do anything.
Jan 2017 · 632
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Jan 2017 · 178
One sixteen has rolled around and I've rolled out of bed and taken a hot bath and dressed, stopping occasionally to read another paragraph of This Side of Paradise, and my breakfast is being made.

Elliott Smith's XO is playing.

The sweetness of life is crystal clear right now.

I'll need my friends today.  There is something to do.  

A first rehearsal with my lead guitarist, Sarah, at five.  Then we'll likely take it to an open mic.  Cash is low, we'll find a way to get high.  Then we're gonna give it to the crowd.  Chandelier.
Jan 2017 · 335
We're making plans... like:
Orange juice before guitar.

We're taking Advil PM
In hopes we may sleep tonight.

We're advancing on the age
Of splendor.

We're a technicolor dream coat dancing on strings.
God's the vendor.

Beethoven's not dead.
We hear him at the throat.

We sing like we were given no option
Fluttering around every note.

Then we collapse upon them
In the spirit of victory.

And we light a cigar
Or a cigarette.
King me.
Jan 2017 · 306
Doing it All
I took the pills.
Took the long way home
Nirvana blared through heavy atmosphere

I cleaned up and took the dog outside in the rain
I watched some evening news
Continued making things nice so when the others come home they will be happy

Washed my hands, poured ice water
Took a new picture of myself
Put it online
Put on a comfy shirt
Started recording the Red Wings game
Turned off the TV
Took out my guitar
Pressed record on the smartphone laying there
Played what I played for twenty-two minutes

Did more things, making nice, getting comfy
Sat at computer
Turned on Elliott Smith's new release, "I Figured You Out"
Wrote this *******, cause I'm doing it all
Turned on "I Figured You Out" again
This time no headphones
Loud over the computer speakers
The walls need to hear this song
So does the dog
Cracked a large bottle of Stella Artois
Poured it in a glass
All so I can turn on that Red Wings game and start doing nothing at all.
Jan 2017 · 429
Oh, how I wish you were mine.
How I know that you are mine.
I want to wrap arms around you and kiss you soft in time.
I want to see you walking up and down this imaginary line,
          down the center of the carpet in the living room,
          with nothing on your body,
          and a lightness on your mood.
And I want to bring you a brand new glass of wine.
And I want our hearts to start to beat in rhyme.
And I want every last bit of hesitation to disappear from your mind
       and let's get lost.
       Let's go see what we can see
       in the other room.
       Let's make it very dark
       and then go boom.

Just two naked people in a room.
I buy a role.
Cinema verite.
But think much bigger and more grand in scale and style.
Costs me seven dollars or eight.
I'll be moving up from time to time in time.
There are packs you can buy where all the joints are different colors.
And I smoke them all or someone else does in moonlight, perhaps.
Mostly I smoke one of three:
American Spirit Blacks;
Camel Turkish Royals;
Marlboro 27s.
That sorta sums me up.
I'm in love with all the world, through the look of a ring of smoke;
Or a wavy line rising disappearing to the sky.
If I turn 28 years old I'll thank the Lord aloud.
And kiss his hollowed ground.
And change some things around.
And make some lovely sounds.
And shoot some lovely scenes.
And star for who to see.
For you there is a me.
Yes you, every lady.
And every sweet young supple girl,
Who is ready for the world;
I will be your man,
And I'll show you all I can,
And when you've seen enough,
I'll lay you down for love,
And we'll go deeper then the rest,
We'll plant new foreign lands.
And start humanity there.
And we will watch it grow...

Worlds never been discovered.
Our spaceship's under covers.
But soon it will be built.
And then we will lift off.
Not knowing we are safe,
But knowing we are great.
And trusting all around;
The people who got us off the ground.
We'll sail and leave the Earth behind;
And first stop will be the Moon.
And that's all I can write about that right now.
Wouldn't want to spoil a thing.
Not you.
Not even the ending of a movie.
Like when I open up my pack of Turkish Royal cigarettes;
Out on my back porch tonight under the stars;
And I pull out the very last one;
And I light it up I'm either saying cut or I'm saying action...
Every pack of cigarettes a movie.
Jan 2017 · 1.1k
We're here.
I think we've made that quite clear.
You olders have little idea what it was like for us.
Very little.
You made us things.
You told us to go to work.
You grounded us and gave us trophies.
Often we cared little for our participation trophies.
But what would you have us do with something a bit shiny and plastic which you gave to us?
Now many of you olders mock us for those trophies we received.
We are the generation that deserves so many trophies you needed to start practicing in the 90s.
DO NOT STOP UNTIL THIS WORLD IS everything which we need it to be.
Trophies all around.
Your work will be your reward, Generation X.
Our world.
You can live in it.
The best of you already do.
But you just know now, we have grown up,
and are still growing,
and will not stop,
at the moon.
We're gonna ride motorcycles on it.
And build amazing rooms with AMAZING views.
Selected will participate.
You taught us well, whether you know it or not.

Passing of the torch
Jan 2017 · 212
To Florida
I went
We were making something.
The album Cats by Chandelier
I knew that will do it all.
All a start.
All a love.
Little waist.
Daring art.
Daring life.
Taken off.
All of it.
Future for now
Soon going South

— The End —