creamed black

bits and pieces put together to present a semblance of a whole.

3.19.2010

oh J.D. Salinger we love you get up

lazy days



painfully unproductive day. been better off watching the grass grow, or licking it.

cool cat




2.24.2010

blue bird


there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I'm not going
to let anybody see
you.

there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pur whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
he's
in there.
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say,
stay down, do you want to mess
me up?
you want to screw up the
works?
you want to blow my book sales in
Europe?

there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody's asleep.
I say, I know that you're there,
so don't be
sad.
then I put him back,
but he's singing a little
in there, I haven't quite let him
die
and we sleep together like
that
with our
secret pact
and it's nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don't
weep, do
you?

2.23.2010

dreamworld


there are dreams i have in which i walk into a room and everything i have ever wanted is there, suspended in thin air. there are dreams i have in which i walk into a room and there i am, suspended in thin air. i wake up in the morning and fancy how wonderful those nights are.

2.11.2010