poetry. thoughts and more than make-believe.

Thursday, September 28, 2006

don't the days run together

The days that I have too much to do, I want to say
slow down Charlie Brown
get your slack off my back
but days like today when all I do
is disheslaundrysweepmakebedscleanbathrooms
I feel like the house
is my shell
and I'm slow to come out.

Days run together and I forget
how it is to run apart,
which is what I'm learning to do.

Tuesday, September 12, 2006


It's an odd feeling...having the dishes
to do myself and the laundry
waiting without
sounds of screaming
happiness as the
thunder bellows hello.

I do feel strange having this time to myself. I'm really not too sure what
to do with myself, except do crafts, clean and yoga. Guess I'm not
complaining too much. It's just different.

Monday, September 11, 2006

yesterday afternoon 3 pm

When I sit
drinking vodka from
a coffee cup I got
from a 6th grade
pen pal,
I smile at the
wind kissing my face
and breathe
and alone.

Saturday, September 09, 2006


I don't understand the entire football thing...osu vs. texas, I guess it's big. Even a "gig" got cancelled so the bar bingers could watch the game instead of the guy playing guitar.

I'm glad that it brings people together--they obviously are searching for reasons to bond. People need to come together more than they do--and I guess for some it's football.

What does football really do? I'm constantly trying to figure it out.
I must not be a typical man...so I heard.
"Happiness is only real when shared".....from Into the Wild

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