Tuesday, December 31, 2013

I dreamed

early this morning 
I dreamed
I met myself
at seventeen
wind in my hair
holes in my jeans
and a sad and troubled mind

Monday, December 30, 2013

That's what I do

The year's almost over, man. This time thing, I don't know…it just seems to be moving faster and faster. I mean, winter break's a little over half way done. By this time next week, I'll be back at my stupid job.

Just don't think about it much, farmboy. Just live for the moment. One day at a time, you know.

I know. It's great to have all this time. I haven't been doing a whole lot. I've been having trouble with my stomach, it just gets sore all the time. I'm taking some meds for it, though. It's just a fuckin' drag, man.

Physical pain is never any fun.

Tell me about it. It fuckin' sucks.

But at least I'm not having to go to work or anything. I've just been sleeping a lot, reading, smoking weed…

Are you high right now, farmboy?

No, believe it or not. I'm trying to cut back a little. It's not good to be stoned all the time. Plus I just can't really afford it.

Have you been playing much guitar?

Not as much as I should, but I have been playing every day. Playing and writing, that's what I do. Every single day.

And that's a good thing?

Oh, yeah, it is. That's my job, that's what I have to do. So I do it. And I'm glad I do, because then I feel like a player and a writer. And that's the goal, right?

Sunday, December 29, 2013

luxury of time

give me the luxury of time
I don't need to accomplish 
anything today
whatever happens 
is gonna happen anyway
I don't need some mountain to climb
I need time to think
about nothing at all
except the rain on the roof
as it begins to fall 
maybe I'll find peace of mind
with the luxury of time

Saturday, December 28, 2013


as I sink deeper and deeper
in the quicksand of my disease
my angels beg for mercy
while my demons 
have their way with me
there is nothing to remember
I have nothing good to say
I just follow the instructions
like a dog
I willfully obey

Friday, December 27, 2013

Favorite recordings of 2013

So you wanna know my favorite recordings of 2013?

Yes. I've been waiting, farmboy.

Okay, here goes:

1. Vampire Weekend -- Modern Vampires in the City

This was my favorite album of the year. I have such good memories of driving around to this during the summer, when life was still hopeful and things hadn't gone bad yet.

2. The National -- Trouble Will Find Me

This is one of those albums that gets better the more you listen to it. I love the textures and the little spots of humor. I also can really relate to the album's title.

3. Emmylou Harris and Rodney Crowell -- Back When We Were Beautiful

I found the Harris/Crowell album disappointing, but this song is stunning and Emmylou's lead vocal perfectly captures this portrait of an elderly woman.

4. Ry Cooder -- live in Cleveland 1972

This isn't really an album. It's a live solo recording of a radio performance by Ry that I downloaded from the internet. The performance are relaxed and his introductions are fascinating. 

5. Daft Punk w/Pharell -- Get Lucky 

This song is really a throwback, I know, but listen to that guitar!

You know, there's just so much music to be heard, it's just fuckin' impossible to write a list I'm happy with. I mean, I've left off Ry Cooder's new live album. Robbie Fulk's new album, this live one by Alex Chilton where he just plays covers because the electricity went out. Good thing I'm not a critic. 

Anyway, man -- on to next year!

Thursday, December 26, 2013

My own selfish education

So I just saw this show on Netflix, this Mike Birbiglia guy. It's called "My Girlfriend's Boyfriend." Man, it was amazing! I want to watch it again, so I can see how the story was constructed. 

Aren't you going to go see him, farmboy?

Next month. I'm really looking forward to it. See, his stuff…it's inspiring, makes me want to work at what I do with songwriting, you know? 

That sounds like a good thing.

Ah, yeah, it's me taking stuff from a talented guy for my own selfish education. I love it when that happens. I like being inspired. I like seeing or hearing or reading something that makes me think "See? There's something else that can be done." I like it when my own self-given boundaries are suddenly moved.

I look forward to hearing these new songs, when they're written.

Oh, man, from your lips to God's ears, you know? I want to hear new songs myself.

Wednesday, December 25, 2013

time to rest

everything you could do
is what has been done
you put up a good fight
even if the war wasn't won
you made some mistakes
but you tried your best
now it's time to rest
now it's time to rest

broken promises from
those you thought were your friends
you can't hide your stubborn pride
and you never learned to bend
but you listened to your heart
like it sang your last request
now it's time to rest
now it's time to rest

Tuesday, December 24, 2013

I don't want to panic!

Man, I'm freaking out! Almost all of the presents from Amazon haven't arrived yet! I don't want to panic! What am I gonna do? I can't ruin people's Christmas! What if the presents don't arrive? Why do I always have to screw everything up? This is such a fuckin' drag, man…I want to go to my brother's and have a great time but I can't because I'm stuck here waiting. Why does this always happen to me?

Calm down, farmboy. Be patient. 

But I can't! I'm freaking out!

Take a deep breath…

(farmboy breathes in, holds it for a few moments, then exhales)

Did that help?

A little bit. I sure that UPS truck comes soon, though.

Monday, December 23, 2013

thoughts that are looking for a home

you were supposed to be
my destiny

I am not clicking my heels together
I am following the yellow brick road

trying to be inspired
is like forcing yourself to fuck
when you can't get it up

if I am my body
and I am my mind
why am I such a stranger
to myself?

Sunday, December 22, 2013

this apartment building

footsteps above me
the beeping of a microwave
the mariachi bass
thumping through the wall
a TV playing a game show
a contestant screams

this apartment building
crackles with life

and none of us 
knows each other's name
and that's okay
there is no need
we are all strangers
in more ways than one

Saturday, December 21, 2013

Good advice, man

Hey! It's winter break! It's finally here and it's about fuckin' time!

Great, farmboy! What are you going to do?

Weed and sleep and fun stuff to eat. That's what it's all about, man. 'Tis the season, you know?

Well, take care of yourself, farmboy. Try to eat some fruits and vegetables. Drink some water and not just coffee. Take some time off smoking once in a while.

That's good advice, man. And I will follow it…tomorrow,

should have been love

there should have been marriage
there should have been children
there should have been love
she didn't know what she wanted
but she knew
it was never enough

Friday, December 20, 2013

born without a heart 2

there's no pounding in my chest
no jumpstarts to my brain
I tried my best but I wound up 
wounded just the same
there's something wrong inside me
and I know where to start
I was born without a heart
I was born without a heart

I look for love to come
but it keeps walking by
me and love, we can't seem
to see eye to eye
my head ain't connected
and my soul's torn apart
I was born without a heart
I was born without a heart

          come and change me
          rearrange me
          ain't it strange we humans are
          placing hope
          on some distant falling star
          over and over again

so take me and shake me
and make me believe
love is a magician
with something up her sleeve
I'm just like the tin man
only not quite as smart
I was born without a heart
I was born without a heart

Thursday, December 19, 2013

my annual Christmas nap

I used to hang tinsel on trees
send cards and make wreathes
but now I say
it's all crap
now I have no ambition
my yuletide tradition
is my annual Christmas nap

little kids dream of Santa
up at the north pole
sing like Nat King Cole
I say
enough of that
folks, it's been a ball
but the best fun of all
is my annual Christmas nap

          give me clean sheets
          and a pillow for my head
          and all the time that's allowed
          I mean, nothing beats
          sleep in your own bed
          I'm in the holiday spirit now!

so farewell my friends
time to hit the hay
every gift has been unwrapped
except the best gift of all
in my room down the hall
is my annual Christmas nap
and if you're feeling lonely
you're welcome to join me
in my annual Christmas nap

Wednesday, December 18, 2013

winter's dark

winter's dark
falls upon this city
like it's ready to close in
and swallow you

Tuesday, December 17, 2013

I'm an impatient guy

Man, I tell you. Three more days and it's gonna be so fuckin' cool. I can't wait, I tells ya, I need winter break now.

Patience, farmboy, patience. It will come. 

I know, man. It's just kinda the way I am. I'm an impatient guy. But, hey, good things are worth waiting for, right?

That's what they say.

Who is this "they" of which you speak?

I don't know. I was hoping you'd know.

No, I have no idea.

Anyway, I'm just waiting. It'll get here. It'll be cool.

Monday, December 16, 2013


she said:
"hold on now, muchacho
don't take one step more
and if you try any macho
shit, you can walk right out the door 
go back to su casa, 
where you came from once before
just stay away from me

Sunday, December 15, 2013

all I want for Christmas are antidepressants

give me my credit card
take me to Amazon
I'll buy all the gifts
with the touch of my fingertip
I'll send all the cards
write the personal notes
send a photo attached
with a red and green paper clip
see the wife
the kids
on our trip to Madrid
under lights natural
and fluorescent
it may seem strange
but the truth still remains
all I want for Christmas
are antidepressants

give me wellbutrin
pass me the prozac
wrap them in silver
and tie on a bow
paxil and effexor
lexapro and celexa
will give me the peace
I should rightfully know
too much cheer?
feel like crap?
hunker down for a nap
go ahead
relive adolescence
it may seem weird
but after this year
all I want for Christmas
are antidepressants

so gather up all the children
send them to China
fly my wife to Nebraska
to visit her mom
take out the tree
sell all the gifts
and if they ask you
I've switched to Islam
a gift for me?
please don't buy it
all I need is
peace and quiet
to make me warm
and effervescent
don't be so alarmed at me
just go to the pharmacy
all I want for Christmas
are anti depressants
I wish I may
I wish I might
please give me a Silent Night
all I want for Christmas
are antidepressants

Saturday, December 14, 2013

The planning of winter break 2013

One more week at work and then it'll be here: Winter break. It's the most fuckin' wonderful time of the fuckin' year.

Season's greeting to you, farmboy. Anything special going on during the break?

No, just the extreme luxury of hanging around, living la vida loca, you know? I can stay up late, I can sleep late, I can write and play guitar…

Which you do anyway…

Anyhoo, I'm really looking forward to this break. Maybe it'll snow. I love snow when I don't have to go out in it. Which reminds me -- I gotta buy some Irish Cream or some kind of alcohol to put in coffee. It's kind of a tradition, but you know me, man. I only do traditions as long as I want to do them.

Irish Cream is a good tradition, farmboy. It is wonderful in coffee. 

Which reminds me: I need to make sure I have coffee beans. You know, that's the one thing I really don't want to run out of, man.

So welcome to the planning of winter break 2013. Irish Cream and coffee beans. Which reminds me…


I gotta make sure I have enough weed for the break. Now that's the one thing I really don't want to run out of. Believe me.

Friday, December 13, 2013

born without a heart

there's no pounding in my chest
no jackhammer jumpstarts to my brain
I tried my level best
but I wound up wounded just the same
there's something wrong inside me
but I've finally found the missing part
I was born without a heart
I was born without a heart

I look for love to come
but it just keeps walking by
me and love
we just can't see eye to eye
my head ain't connected
and my soul keeps coming apart
I was born without a heart
I was born without a heart

          come and change me
          rearrange me
          ain't it strange we humans are
          always placing hope
          on some distant falling star
          over and over again

Thursday, December 12, 2013

Lots of little moments

Hey, man, it's December 12! I got stuff to get done! I gotta buy a shitload of meaningless presents that I can't afford to give to people I could care less about! I gotta design handmade holiday cards and put a personalized note in each one! I gotta bake! I need to carry on my family's tradition of making tamales! I gotta learn a bunch of Christmas music! And what about Hanukkah and Kwanzaa? What about Festivus, for God's sake?

You are putting me on, aren't you, farmboy?

Well, yeah. 

I gotta tell you, though, I really love Christmas. I love the nativity scenes and the lights and the choral music. I love to fuckin' hear Nat King Cole and Dean Martin. And I do love Christmas tamales.

So you're looking forward to this Christmas?

Yeah. I am. But it's not this frantic running around thing, you know. It's calmer, it's quieter and it's probably made up of lots of little moments.

Sounds nice, farmboy.

It is. I spend it at my brother's place. You're invited for tamales, by the way.

Wednesday, December 11, 2013

blessings, take two

tonight I am thinking of old friends
the ones that I hardly ever see
I'm hoping they know I am grateful
for the blessings they gave to me
the icy nights
smoking under streetlights
dreaming like little kids in school
back when we believed in each other
and didn't know that father time was cruel

Tuesday, December 10, 2013


tonight I am thinking of old friends
the ones that I don't ever see
I hope they all know I remember
the blessings they brought to me
the cold nights
we smoked under streetlights
we dreamed like young children in school
back when we all believed in each other
and didn't know what old father time knew

Monday, December 9, 2013

I'm a fuckin' walking advertisement

Hey, man, good to hear from you. 

What have you been up to, farmboy?

Not much. Waiting to see if it's gonna snow. I hope so. I want a snow day. 

I'm feeling so fuckin' relaxed, man. I've been listening to this piano stuff written by Eric Satie. It's beautiful stuff. It actually relaxes me. There's not much music that does that. That ambient stuff that Brian Eno does, that'll help me sleep. And I mean that in a good way. I fuckin' love Brian Eno, you know, Music for Airports, that kind of thing.

Maybe you should check out some Eric Satie from the public library.

Oh, believe me, man, I will. I'm a fuckin' walking advertisement for the guy.

Man, I can't wait until I can figure out some way to get an iPod. Mine broke, you know. Fuckin' sucks, dude. No more lying in bed and listening to podcasts. It's classical radio now. That's how I heard of this Satie guy.

Well, that's something good that's come out of a broken iPod.

Yeah. Hopefully I'll find more music I like. That would be something good.

Sunday, December 8, 2013

So I've been inside

I haven't been outside all day, man. I been staying indoors, it's so fuckin' cold.

What's the temperature right now, farmboy?

Hold on, let me look at the weather. (farmboy goes to the computer and looks up the weather)  It's 22 degrees, which is cold for me. So I've been inside, smoking weed and looking at porn on the computer.

Like a huge percentage of the American male population today, I'm sure.

Hey! At least my porn is somewhat…classy, you know?

So…back to the weather…

It's so fuckin' cold, man! If it's gonna be this cold, it should snow so I'd be off work and it would be pretty. I love looking at snow, you know? 

You know, it's times like this when I realize how fortunate I am to live where there's heat, where's there's food. I have people who love me. I got music.

I got rhythm?

Who could fuckin' ask for anything more, man?

Saturday, December 7, 2013

Juab County

I look for you
amid the stars
I am staying at a state park
in western Utah
I'm sleeping
in my car
doing my best attempt
to learn how to be an outlaw
I try not
to think of you
but you're in every mile
on this godforsaken road
and I don't know
what to do
it's like a rushing river
when its banks have overflowed
so ride with me
if you must
through the dust
of Juab County

Friday, December 6, 2013


I need to focus
I need to concentrate
I gotta use my mind
this time
and I can't hesitate
I gotta
know what to say
night and day
day and night
I gotta make sure
it's all pure
I gotta get it right

but I got static in my brain
and it's driving me insane
no matter what I do
I'm telling you
it's making its entrance
right on cue
all I got is static coming through

Thursday, December 5, 2013

So I'm going

So guess what I did?

You ran the New York Marathon? You dreamed of Africa? You walked to the market and back home again? You felt like a seed on the wind? You swam…

What the fuck are you talking about?

I don't know, farmboy. What did you do?

Now I don't want to tell you.

Please, farmboy? I really do want to know.

So I bought a ticket to see this comedian whose work I really love. His name is Mike Birbiglia, and he's kind of a storyteller in a way. He's on This American Life sometimes.

Can I ask how much it cost?

$32.50. Well, plus fees, but I ain't gonna talk about that. This is something I know that I would regret if I didn't go. So I'm going. I never go fuckin' anywhere and I've been working a lot. This is my Christmas present to myself.

Well, then, merry Christmas!

Thanks. You too, man.

Wednesday, December 4, 2013

shake you off

like sand between my toes
like dirt upon my hands
I try to shake you off
but I don't know if I can
if I can shake you off 
then I can let you go
but then I will have to stand alone

but I am good at solitude
and I know that I will live
but I won't forget
and I never will forgive
but if I can forgive you
and finally say farewell
maybe I can forgive myself

Tuesday, December 3, 2013

When I'm not looking

So I want to write, you know, so I look around for inspiration or an idea or whatever and it never comes. But when I'm not looking, that's when it appears.

Profound, farmboy. Very profound.

Fuck you, asshole.

I'm sorry. I know you're being serious.

Nah, I'm just playing with you. 

And, by the way, it's not all that profound because I don't know what any of this fuckin' means. Yeah, I get inspired or whatever without looking for it, but so what? I mean, what does this mean? Like I should just live my life and let my subconscious do its work?

What do you think, farmboy?

Umm, yeah. I guess so.

You're a smart guy, farmboy. Try trusting your own intellect for a while.

Man, I'm in trouble now.

Monday, December 2, 2013


I'm empty
I tell myself
but I'm lying
there's a whole universe
for me to explore in writing

I tell myself I'm empty
but I just don't know
what I want
to communicate
maybe I don't need to
communicate anything
maybe I'm lazy
maybe I'm just tired

and maybe that's okay
for now
I need the practice

Sunday, December 1, 2013

always starting over

always starting over
reinventing the wheel
over and over again
always second guessing
never learning the lesson
of how I can comprehend