To be alone with you

So it's post-showtime and that's just what it is. It's over, good night.

Sweaty dancing dancy kids moving their feet cause we were in time cause that's just what it is. Pretty sweet I admit, and I was just as sweaty.

I guess a man with a beard did sweep me off my feet and I can't complain. But men with beards are dreadfully unpredictable so I tooke it with a grain of salt.

It's like you can't even know for sure who your friends are, cause one minute you're calling and crying and laughing and kissing and playing and singing, and then the next, you don't even know where they live. I do now, but all I ask for is a little consistency, you know? And a little faith in me that I can deal with the truth better than nothing.

Yeah 18 looks better in writing. To all the stripclub owners. But what it does mean is that I got some time. Where should I go? Any ideas, just let me know. I got hundreds of years to do anything I want.

Despite my rants I can't complain. A wholesome dinner of K-D and a Vodka-Cran suits me fine. Might get my feet moving like those American Sweethearts of the 40s. Remember those sweethearts?

Does anybody read this?

Ontari-ari-ario

These towns are all the same,

Same ground with different names.

Why do I bus and train

Over and over to the same place?

We think we're bigger than we are

Under the sky so large.

I have to admit,

This isn't the place for me

I'd rather be planting trees

with a forestry degree,

But I didn't take biology,

So I'll have to do it novice-ly.

The sky so large,

We think we're bigger than we are.

The sky so large,

We hold it up with our tiny arms-

Our tiny arms, Atlas strong

won't hold it up for very long.

The breeze, my breath,

ties closer than life to death,

My body on the ground-

Closer than ever to where it was found.

Under the sky so large,

we think we're bigger than we are.

Our beauty, Aphrodite strong,

will carry on in our songs.

Like Fireworks

like fireworks from an airplane you looked down on me and watched me sing. and wondered how to make me love you more than i love the sky. you wonder how to make me love you more than i love the sky. but the sky delivers rain. you want to know how to be the sky? speak to me like sunflowers and snowshoes and freezing nights. speak to me like you give life to everyone who dares to breathe. surround me and i'll surround you and encompass you and inherit you. i'll make you believe that youare alive you are not invisible sky. you are not the moon but you house it like the sky so i can love you. you show me -

i show you i show you i can show you exploding stars.

In a cloud

I'll careen into traffic and no one will see except the shadows that lurk beyond the wall of the mist. The shadows that hide just beyond my vision.

Is it dew or is it tears? Is this mist in my mind?
Perception and reality coincide.
I ride a bike. And I sit my feet up on the bar and let it take me through the cloud
No ones around. No one was ever around
I struggle to understand but I can't understand what I don't see
And whispers whisper to me not to take it seriously
And mulberry trees hide, satisfied
Luminated by the light of fireflies.

Figuratively.

Lying back I see less but feel more.

I see an infinite sky with my eyes open wide

(but that's all.)

I feel a new bride glowing with light but looking old,

I feel a city of insects looking like stars and fires

and monsters and theives and serenaders and lovers,

I feel each blade of grass acquainting itself with another,

And the wind loving them all

And the wind rustling them all

And the wind hushing them all.

Lying back I see less but know more.

I know an infinite sky sees my arms stretched out wide

(but that's all.)

I know my walls are grey and my floors are grey

except for my kitchen-wall covered in rocks and love.

I know I might be lost, I know it's getting late.

I know this clearing isn't mine,

And I shouldn't be in it at all.

But I love it most of all,

Yes, I go here most of all.

Lying back I'm seen less but I am more.

I know an infinite me is all combined

(but that's not all.)

I know my heart is true and my thoughts are pure

I know that no one will find me here that I don't want to.

I know that I could be content here,

Away from it all,

Away from them all,

Away from you all.

bachelor of flipology

Wowww.

It's so humbling and comforting and annoying that I am human. There have been so many humans that basically every human existential circumstance has been experienced and hemmed and hawed on. Everything I feel is old hat, no matter how new it is to me. Lame-o. No wonder we all want to be rebellious and new and exciting.

(Note- we all want to be like this.)

For crap sakes.

Brod

i am tiny but I am large. I talk but I don't say anything but I say too much and then stop talking.
This might be a preview but I don't want to fast forward through it.
Well maybe that's a lie, but I might as well lie if I'm rambling.
And I guess if I'm rambling I might as well amble as well,
amble to the kitchen and maybe have a bagel with processed cheese. Then go up to bed and read some more of my book. All because I'm a liar.

But liars don't lie because they want to. I lied when I said that I lied. I don't want to fast forward through it at all. In fact, I'd love to buy some time. If time is money, why can't money be time?

I'd pay. I'd pay.
One day I'll be a good woman.