A Toast
Holding up a ***** gimlet
Told the bartender how to make it
Most will give you a look before rifling
Through the book

Their are really just two points of view
External Influence
And reality as you see it
I know a balance of both is closer to true
But sometimes the external leaves you
with a horrible feeling deep in your personal hells
You don't feel the way you should
Some people waste their time absorbing Everyone Else
I will take my chances and be more like Ed Wood

I will take another ***** Gimlet please.

Walking through a dim lit wood
The far off scent of firewood and nosetalgia  
creeps up my back like an old Army Blanket
A shade appears before me
Without words I follow
Further and further
The translucent green shade leads on
I come to a great oak tree
A very old strand of barbed wire
appears to be melted into the tree
It is very dark now
the shade is gone
In these woods
Man's boundaries
Meet
Nature's patience

The chimney on top of hill
with tumbleweed surrounds
Wind-scarred handfired brick
red as Autumn's dress
Ballast stone adorned foundation
carted from far distant shore
Stones once stored in hold of ships
from even further lands
Stones mined by strangers
speaking many languages
except his own, the builder
of this chimney, forlorn marker
against the sky
All that remains of his home
Well balanced, builder
Well founded.

r ~ 23Mar14

I remember that summer
He covered everything
Windows
Walls
Buildings
Phone Booths (when they were just about extinct)
The sign above constitution avenue
Water fountains
He could be found next to **** Smoothie and
Cool "Disco" Dan on the red line near Takoma
Bush hates BORF

He was caught though

July 29

BORF covered everything
Adulthood
Consumerism
Hip Hop
Suicide
Laws
Politics
Obama hates BORF

Borf loved to write on people's stuff
A lot
Grown ups are obsolete
Sorry about your wall
BORFs friends live on
BORF was here
And left after writing this...

We all have those moments that stay with us
Frozen in the  video screen that is our head
like a lost cable connection
The last frame stays with you

Once my life was a Better Than Ezra song
"I remember running through the wet grass,
falling a step behind"
I caught up to you
The grass was wet
The trickle of the run beside us
was our only audience
Under the gazebo
"Are you going to kiss me?"
She asked for the first time
Ever.
I answered her.

I heard that song a few days later
The moment is inseparable
Locked away in the time capsule
that is my heart

Has it been so long?
Since the days Crack Music and Gold Digger played
on the radio
The best of time with two
of the best I know

Arguments of Art
Night drives and cab fares
Late Registration was our soundtrack
Creeping by the exorcist stairs

Some days something can hit me just right
and I remember those nights
Clove Cigarettes
Tom Collins
A case of beer
and I am brought back to senior year
Drive Slow

He does his workload
That man is responsible
More will be given