A Lyrical Log

Friday, September 7, 2007
9:05pm
Words and noise
Poets everywhere but I'm square.
The blacks do it best,
I don't know why, they rise and fly.
Under a tree,
Disappointed?--No, unannointed.
Tuck away my pipe,
Unable to think, may need a drink.
I'm a poet?
But don't know it?
I think it's best
to live and love--live laugh bleed cry and love love love.

1:20am
So now I'm left alone,
Fifth of a Guinness
Staring at me like a gnome.
I'm terrified.
It can cause me great joy,
A fifth of a Guinness,
Or at least a pining for a sharp Rob Roy.
I'm excited.
The solitude lets me hear things,
Jealousy of my Guinness.
Everyone else wants to have wings.
I'm confused.
Consensus here states I'm awesome.
Respect for the Guinness.
Women expect me to make them come.
I'm transcendent.

3:58am
Ooooooooooohhh jeez.
Walking home, just perved a beav.
Hot hot bitch she's smokin.
I don't know whether she's jokin,
But she smiled at me--
--with her mouth--
And I took my time,
But I made her a rhyme.
Now she's more than just a smiling crotch,
She's a friend, a lover,
Enough to make you cut a notch
Into your bed..........stead.
Ya I'm loving this wild one,
She's a smiling quiet one,
A jezebel in a striped dress,
Makes me sit like a ruined mess.
But it's love, love,
Some weird kind of love.
I can't stop staring into the depths of that mouth.
You got to have it,
Not just a habit.
Older ladies crying shames mysterious games jealous flames.

Saturday, September 8, 2007
Time unknown
Sitting on a chair thank you stranger.
Looking at Doc's I'll get there eventually.
Can't write straight--regrets--drinking--
Not entirely me.
I think I'm a hack but what do I know,
Just sitting here watching the hos.......
Pass by.........my face.
Not interested.
E Village artists are impressing my senses,
Much more than this G-2 can present it.
Sorry.
Wish I were a natural.
Would jot and scratch my way to an immortal--
--ity. On my knee. Give it to me. With glee.
Unknown vibrations,
Waiting, searching, for the essential libations.
Stop. Here.
I'll be back in a minute.
Got to pee then
Happenstance will finish it.

1:51am
In the window at Doc's.
Asian chicks with crocs.
AC dripping on my cock.
Wish that i were a grandfather clock.
No stop.
I'm going to flip the switch,
To be the muse
To project the music
And not to hear it.
Fuck you.

2:20am
Now I've stopped being the jester.
Over in the crack-ho seat
Feeling light as a feather.
Goddamn you goddamn
I'm a fucking poet
I just can't sit here and ignore it.
Sometimes life takes you by the hand
Sometimes life take you by the balls
Sometimes life takes you up up up up and a-fucking-way.
I'm gone--
Beyond, flown on.
Shit happens.
Sometimes I happen to you.
Sometimes you happen to me.
It's free.
It's quietly astronomy
I don't believe in voodoo
But you do
And since I love you
I guess I do too.