Opening credits
Fa Fa by Guster
"No matter where you go
You’ll never find your way home.
You’ll never find your way home
No matter where you go."

Waking up
Bugs by Pearl Jam
"And now the question's:
Do I kill them?
Become their friend?
Do I eat them?
Raw or well done?
Do I trick them?
I don't think they're that dumb
Do I join them?
Looks like that's the one"

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But who am I to play Deus
Ex Machina? Swinging in
on some unreasonably long
vine to snatch you away
from the enrapturing gaze
of boredom. No, I am not

Don Quixote in my trusty
generic Volkswagen. I
live far from the edge and
have never braved the
precipice. I will not dance

with wolves or fly into the
wild blue yonder. I refuse
to try the old lunchmeat
in my ( Read more... )

What a Year for a New Year by Dan Wilson

What a year for a new year
We need it like we needed life I guess
Last one left us lying in a mess
What a year for a new year

What a night for a sunrise
And we thought the dark would never end
Reaching out to try to find a friend
What a night for a sunrise
Sunrise

What a day for new day
And our star shines like a ( Read more... )

He was sitting near the Rumour Mill,

Beneath the broken window-sill

The day I saw Truth disappear.

From the Mill the Streets could hear,

“Who was he who bathed in tears?

He who never knew the years

That dragged like chains from ankles bound

From men who could not make a sound.

Who was he who chose to be

The one to say the world is round?”

And from the ( Read more... )

Just because you're paranoid
Don’t mean they're not after you

nirvana

Diamond Sold

“Talking ‘bout diamonds on the souls of her shoes”

~Paul Simon

talking about diamonds

on the souls of her shoes

diamonds on the souls

of two young lovers

shoes dancing

in the night

like jumping

beans on the table

of some cluttered professional

co-worker with a desk

lamp on much later

than the homeless

searching sun

talking about ( Read more... )

senioritis: thought catharsis.

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Reflections on a Broken Idea

I walk with the same stride through churches and barnyards,

my feet dragging shit and bible readings behind me-

I'd love to watch you stare at those boot-stained, trampled-on

verses that my mouth is towing dutifully like a PA announcement.

I’d love to watch you love me until my mouth moved on.

So... collaberation poetry is wicked fun. Especially when you're working with someone with fresh ideas. Gerhardt and I just wrote this together and I really think its cool. Mucho props to him for the whole idea of the thing.

Moebius Dream

The grass swept my eyes

towards trees that towered

like far off slow explosions

and I was dreaming.

Feet ( Read more... )