One of those people
That I feel privileged to have known
Even just a little bit.
Sunday, February 24, 2013
Saturday, January 26, 2013
Thursday, January 17, 2013
Can't Draw
I'm feeling slightly
anxious
Right -
Now --
Because I
want to draw
But I can't
--
My neck
twinges with
The e x c i t
e m e n t
Of the world
I want
To create --
This energy
From within
Makes me
defy
The mind
That says
rest --
Because I
feel
And fear -
That if I
leave my world
Of little
lines
For too long
-
It will
disappear
Forever --
I need to
find
A new way to
build
My world.
Wednesday, January 2, 2013
Sunday, December 30, 2012
"That one was for you."
I wrote it on my wall
And held it in my heart.
So now that I've remembered it -
I plan to use it in my art.
My bookcase.
I can't read
anything you ever mentioned --
What I want
right now -
Is to throw
Pynchon's 760 pages
At your head
--
And hide
half of my books -
Because even
their worn out spines
Remind me of
you.
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