022

You're smart and resourceful,
I know.
And if you're not getting it from one place,
You'll get from someplace else.
It doesn't have to be deep.
It doesn't have to make sense.
Though,
It would be
nice
and
considerate
of
you.
But you are allowed to disregard at will
HECK
And that's just the top of the mountain
The one you stand on,
Day In
Day Out
But wind will teach you
It's just matchsticks.

021

Slippin' - Quadron

I was demanding to be the, oh so strong
Truth be told, I only want myself to tag along
Following my shadow, loaded with guilt
See what I didn't know was that
Patching up only makes a quilt

Have too much pleasure from illusions of right
It seems I'd rather loose a friend then a fight
But I'm not young enough to know everything
See what I do know is my alter ego is up-coming

I'm slippin'
'Cause I can't get me off of this throne
I'm slippin'
It's too much of a comfort zone

I'm slippin'
'Cause I can't get me off this throne
I'm slippin'
'Cause I can't get me off of this throne
It's too much of a comfort zone

Use persuasion as my strongest approach
I preach my wisdom as a neat friendly poach
Respect you don't get, it's something you owe
If you can't do what I do
It's 'cause you reap what you sow

Taking my time sharing my week
Yeah, I am good at listening
When I hear myself speak
Once I swell attention tasted
Enough won't do
Every weekend I am wasted

I'm slippin'
Once I swell attention tasted
Enough wont to
Every weekend I'm wasted

020

I read it somewhere that Truman Capote was a 'horizontal author':

"I am a completely horizontal author.
I can't think unless I'm lying down, either in bed or stretched on a couch and,
with a cigarette and coffee handy. I've got to be puffing and sipping."

fun.

019

It was such a simple gesture.
The most classically romantic of them all
A rose from a stranger,
without invitation to call.

018

pa-pa-pa-PO-etry

it all starts with a single word.
then add a few more.
lets start with: BUM
maybe repetition is your thing.
Bum bum bum bum
bums!
then you can change the word, whilst still keeping on with the same subject.
this is PO-etry, after all.
so like this:
bum!
boobs!
eyes!
maybe you are reminded of your body and that you need to shower.
so, you have a new subject which now means, you can have new words.
Soap!
Water!
Lather!
Rinse!
maybe now you've gotten the hang of it, so you think you're pretty good at this poetry thing.
give yourself props, and all that comes with it.
Slick!
Oil!
Cadillacs!
and while we are talking about transportation, maybe you like to bike ride.
SPANDEX!
Pontiac!
makes you think of...
Bitches!
Tinted!
Windows!
now that tinted windows bit could have been ONE word, but for the sake of keeping it poem like, we should stick to the pattern we've created with one word + exclamation points.
and maybe we can introduce the rhyme
Bitches
Itches
Snitches
Icth
Scratch
ahhh
and you know what you do now? You bring it back.
Bums in paradise
Sand
Splash
Shark
Shades
Sunscreen!
see what we do here? have a story with so many S's.

Jellyfish

on roller blades.

017

 In the hollow of your face/ between the cheek bone and the bass/ Of your chin/Oh I'm sinking in...

 

 In the hollow of your face/ between the cheek bone and the bass/ Of your chin/Oh I'm sinking in...

 

 In the hollow of your face/ between the cheek bone and the bass/ Of your chin/Oh I'm sinking in...

WHEN
SOMEONE
CALLS
YOU
A
STRAWBERRY
MILKSHAKE
ITS A COMPLIMENT

SIP ON THAT.

 

 

 

 

016

Don't hold back helpful information.
It won't be any use to anyone when it's too late.

She was suspicious,
So, she looked at the author, and..
well, it kind of lost its credibility..
But then..
Everything that is written is someone's opinion,
so,
Who's/whose [?] to validate it?
Who can say it's right or wrong or no good?
There are people, yes,
Sometimes though, it's a popularity contest,
Actually, mostly always.
If enough people read it and believe it, then it is true..
?
but there is something to it, that makes sense..
quietly celebrating what she thinks,
PUKE
but on most days we don't care.
SMILE

last week we sat outside there, but now its covered in snow.

...rip liz taylor