one hot summer day I sat down at some café outside and ordered a beer. the waiter brought me a can unopened. no glass… suddenly a shadow hovered over me and a voice asked “would you like to share this beer, please?” I looked up and there was John Lennon looking like he did…
Today is Friday! I haven’t done much, but I took out the garbage.
All of my wisdom teeth are out. Does that make me a little crazy?
Her snoring is like a symphony – loud, quitet, then out of control.
Do you remember who you were, before you were told who you should be?
While it rained all through the night I couldn’t sleep, so I stayed up dreaming.
“No bad poetry!” I tell myself, but I still write it anyway.
Sunny morning first, then rain later – that’s London. She likes it this way.
Woke up hungover… Nothing more to add. It’s as awful as it sounds.
Raindrops gently fell drenching the pavement as soon as I left my house.
That one cloud looks like an upside down elephant standing on its trunk.
You are majestic, bird, and peaceful, so why did you just shit on me?
In sunlit doorway a fuzzy black cat sleeps and dreams of more sleeping.
i am awakened
at seven past two
a.m. by a loud
happy birthday
song.
i can’t quite recall
your face. it’s sharp,
but all the features are now
blurry and
i try to recollect
them, but it’s
useless.
TWISTED SKYLINE 