Pa pi pi pizza
I’m gonna eatz ya
Too much grease just enough cheese
Never enough napkins
I’m gonna smack him
Pa pi pi pizza
Dr. octagon would be proud
Too bad I lost the tap.
Monday, June 28, 2010
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Sonnet to Liberty-Oscar Wilde you beast.
Not that I love thy children, whose dull eyes
See nothing save their own unlovely woe,
Whose minds know nothing, nothing care to know,--
But that the roar of thy Democracies,
Thy reigns of Terror, thy great Anarchies,
Mirror my wildest passions like the sea
And give my rage a brother--! Liberty!
For this sake only do thy dissonant cries
Delight my discreet soul, else might all kings
By bloody knout or treacherous cannonades
Rob nations of their rights inviolate
And I remain unmoved--and yet, and yet,
These Christs that die upon the barricades,
God knows it I am with them, in some things.
See nothing save their own unlovely woe,
Whose minds know nothing, nothing care to know,--
But that the roar of thy Democracies,
Thy reigns of Terror, thy great Anarchies,
Mirror my wildest passions like the sea
And give my rage a brother--! Liberty!
For this sake only do thy dissonant cries
Delight my discreet soul, else might all kings
By bloody knout or treacherous cannonades
Rob nations of their rights inviolate
And I remain unmoved--and yet, and yet,
These Christs that die upon the barricades,
God knows it I am with them, in some things.
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
shake me awake
Shake me awake
pinch me alive.
chizzling, sizzling
off any sense of pride
I'll whimper and shiver
but
shake me alive
pinch me alive.
chizzling, sizzling
off any sense of pride
I'll whimper and shiver
but
shake me alive
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Bums
Bums on the left.
George: Is that Frank over there?
Jim: Looks like it.
John Sure don’t look like the Frank I’m fond of-always smiling that one. What a joker that frank!
(Forth bum stumbles on the scene with a bottle)
Jim: Cap’in!
(captin takes a swig and passes it to jim, who falls backwards drinking it)
Good to see you!
Cap’n: (sitting jim up, taking back the bottle) it aint’ that good.
George: Say, whatcha think got in our frank over there?
John: (adding in) He’s always one for a laugh, and now has been sulking over there
all evenin’ . Didn’t even say hello to us... (others shake heads)
Cap’n: Was drinking with him at Marien’s place, down on grant. Got an EAR FULL! And I’ll be the one to tell you boys!
There isn’t any beauty left in this world, all broken promises woven together by those poets and idealist-getting our hopes up, talking like we’re more than dirt on this earth. We’re all crooks, out to get what we think we want from each other without a thought to the egg shells we be stomping on. (looks up sarcastically)love - the biggest poetic lie of them all- and I’ll tell it to you boys! Like I promised…
(he pauses looking for words than holding up his bottle points at it endearingly)
Love, it goes down like a good burbon, burning warm, ticking, getting you silly then leaves you with a hurtin head somewheres you have no idear how you got! A lucky
few sober up and like what they see, some can stand it, and for the rest of us… well theres whiskey!
(takes a big gulp)
John: aw quit jabbing and tell it to us straight! Always off ranting, and raving this one.
Captain: see there aint no beauty left, an old man can’t even tell his damn story! (straitening up) Well I’ll tell it to you boys… ya know that red head frank’s always gumming about?
Geroge: some jenny girl, what about her?
Captain: she married rich, left him and big dreams to waste away alone in that house he worked his life for. She said she’d meet him out here, said she’d go anywhere, said all he had to do was call. Well he called, and you see her here? No point in dreaming. He's just sulking looking out over the bay, I’m telling you no beauty left in this world, and I’m the one to tell you boys! Not a speck.
(gulps down the whiskey)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TaHMG_SvUkw
George: Is that Frank over there?
Jim: Looks like it.
John Sure don’t look like the Frank I’m fond of-always smiling that one. What a joker that frank!
(Forth bum stumbles on the scene with a bottle)
Jim: Cap’in!
(captin takes a swig and passes it to jim, who falls backwards drinking it)
Good to see you!
Cap’n: (sitting jim up, taking back the bottle) it aint’ that good.
George: Say, whatcha think got in our frank over there?
John: (adding in) He’s always one for a laugh, and now has been sulking over there
all evenin’ . Didn’t even say hello to us... (others shake heads)
Cap’n: Was drinking with him at Marien’s place, down on grant. Got an EAR FULL! And I’ll be the one to tell you boys!
There isn’t any beauty left in this world, all broken promises woven together by those poets and idealist-getting our hopes up, talking like we’re more than dirt on this earth. We’re all crooks, out to get what we think we want from each other without a thought to the egg shells we be stomping on. (looks up sarcastically)love - the biggest poetic lie of them all- and I’ll tell it to you boys! Like I promised…
(he pauses looking for words than holding up his bottle points at it endearingly)
Love, it goes down like a good burbon, burning warm, ticking, getting you silly then leaves you with a hurtin head somewheres you have no idear how you got! A lucky
few sober up and like what they see, some can stand it, and for the rest of us… well theres whiskey!
(takes a big gulp)
John: aw quit jabbing and tell it to us straight! Always off ranting, and raving this one.
Captain: see there aint no beauty left, an old man can’t even tell his damn story! (straitening up) Well I’ll tell it to you boys… ya know that red head frank’s always gumming about?
Geroge: some jenny girl, what about her?
Captain: she married rich, left him and big dreams to waste away alone in that house he worked his life for. She said she’d meet him out here, said she’d go anywhere, said all he had to do was call. Well he called, and you see her here? No point in dreaming. He's just sulking looking out over the bay, I’m telling you no beauty left in this world, and I’m the one to tell you boys! Not a speck.
(gulps down the whiskey)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TaHMG_SvUkw
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
punk rock
Hop a train
go insane
Punk rock puke in a squat
Give it everything that you've got
Raw, real, roaming ramble
heart racing, desperate scramble.
bored, tired, cold, hungry,
singing music making money.
Young and reckless
Set me wrong, leave me breathless
Raw and real, grand appeal
rant and ramble
desperate scramble
go insane
Punk rock puke in a squat
Give it everything that you've got
Raw, real, roaming ramble
heart racing, desperate scramble.
bored, tired, cold, hungry,
singing music making money.
Young and reckless
Set me wrong, leave me breathless
Raw and real, grand appeal
rant and ramble
desperate scramble
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
“ Your brain is a city”
“Can’t you quiet the street cars, sirens, yelling, chattering and HEAR ME for a movement?
Can’t you stop the philosophically garble, impressive references, pertinent, timely, witty quotes, and say it right out??! Can you listen not quantify? Won't you fish for all the things in my eyes that speech is afraid to say! If not the words, can you believe how I say them? A shaking whisper, the way my lips quiver, a sparkling bead of salty anguish caught in delicate lashes spidering out from tired eyes that tried... “
“Can’t you quiet the street cars, sirens, yelling, chattering and HEAR ME for a movement?
Can’t you stop the philosophically garble, impressive references, pertinent, timely, witty quotes, and say it right out??! Can you listen not quantify? Won't you fish for all the things in my eyes that speech is afraid to say! If not the words, can you believe how I say them? A shaking whisper, the way my lips quiver, a sparkling bead of salty anguish caught in delicate lashes spidering out from tired eyes that tried... “
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