various pictures from me and Johnny's trip to the record shop yesterday afternoon. found some killer stuff, including Led Zeppelin 3, Miles Davis, The Doors, Elvis Costello, etc.
Sunday, November 28, 2010
about a week ago, in the morning at Johnny's house
this thing hangs in Johnny's living room
one of the dogs who lives next door to Johnny. we call it Negro, and the other one Schotzie. they're pretty awesome.
11-27-2010 poem #2
I'll write you a song
and you can sing along.
We'll rhyme with the ocean
in a current of emotion.
While I ramble on
and you sing my song,
the current will rattle and hum;
it's beating will be the percussion and drum.
My voice goes out of key;
It breaks apart our harmony.
The lapping of waves predict catastrophes.
The calm current turns to violent seas!
and you can sing along.
We'll rhyme with the ocean
in a current of emotion.
While I ramble on
and you sing my song,
the current will rattle and hum;
it's beating will be the percussion and drum.
My voice goes out of key;
It breaks apart our harmony.
The lapping of waves predict catastrophes.
The calm current turns to violent seas!
Saturday, November 27, 2010
11-27-2010 poem #1
The wind whispers in the trees
the saxophone's coolest breeze
and the man buckles his knees;
at last he sees
that in order to please
one must seize
their very happiness from stormy seas!
It comes with no ease.
Only difficulties.
the saxophone's coolest breeze
and the man buckles his knees;
at last he sees
that in order to please
one must seize
their very happiness from stormy seas!
It comes with no ease.
Only difficulties.
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