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2004-10-31 18:46:59 ET Well, I didn't write as much poetry as I expected I would, mainly because I was reading more than writing, but here's a couple good ones from what I did scratch out: Endings It was a strange thing, when I stepped on the beach I didn't know how to feel. I felt like I should feel something I didn't know how to feel. the wind was at my back, the salt was in the air I didn't know how to feel. I decided I would do something I didn't know how to feel. So I took off my shoes and walked in the sand I took off my shoes and walked in the sand. ----------------- Every now and again I stop and grin at the state I'm in and the State I'm in. Thought I'd never get here wondered what it's like there Now I'm working hard to get back where I was and tell them all a story of the land of the setting sun. ------------------ haiku #24 In Los Angeles, months of sunshine are normal When I get here, it rains. ------------------- Wandering mind Why is it when I think of you and I think of us I start thinkin' bout sex and I get all fucked up I get all excited my mind's light is lighted and I can't wait for the taste of your flesh. Is it some kinda sickness some kinda addiction that keeps me coming back for the pleasures that you're dishing out to me daily or sometimes bi-weekly or sometimes just monthly or something it never gets dished out at all and sometimes it feels I got nothin' at all But even the slightest glimpse of your body sens me some quivers and makes me all shivers and stiffens the part that longs for your touch that turns me to mush and clay in your fingers distracts me from what I intended to do and sends my mind thinking of nothing but you. and so I aspire to be nothing but tired after running around after you like a clown I am smiling ahead but it's like Smokey said I cry when I can't get you out of my head and I try to expel it all out through my pen but the words all fall short and I'm ramblin along Where I'm goin I don't know hope the path isn't wrong but with you by my side along for the ride I know that my stride will be sure. I'll take the right step, determined still yet to see you down there all smiles and matted hair wondering how we're to ever get out of this mess Or end this here song or should we just ride along on the rhythm we're rocking and the time that we're clocking until we go under till we're both left to wonder where we're we heading anyway? --------------------------------------------- I'll have pictures up of L.A. later this week. take care, everyone! |
