Kelly, when your 86, and I'm 94 ( Read more... )

Donny-can't believe you're gone ( Read more... )

Yellow letters blinking, "Access Denied"
Mocking, impersonal, we take them in stride
A car, a house, a loaf of bread,
we'll be in debt until we're dead
The access to our brains
the last thing that we've saved,
ludicrously longing, usurption is craved
a virus is spreading-
the craving compelling
The time will come when we say,
"Access Denied"

Why isn't there a statue of Allen Ginsberg in Paterson ( Read more... )

The Dream ( Read more... )

All the excitement of New Year's was wearing off ( Read more... )

<http://wendylneill.wordpress.com/> please follow this link to the Wordpress blog where I posted my screenplay (was too long for lj)

Note: Below is a fragmented poem  I wrote on a tattered napkin (I'm not trying to copy Eminem)-I don't know why but napkins are handy at the time but are bad for keeping your writing on long-term-maybe it's sad tho that with the invention of lj now noone will be writing on napkins-Let me set the scene-me and ______went out for New Year's Eve in NY ( Read more... )

Dogs are stuck in that evolutionary moment when mauraders came to rape and pillage ( Read more... )

A burgeoning Holden Caufield lies awake somehere ( Read more... )