On to tomorrow

It's a tough one, it is, this life. Not a good day, man, but it's fuckin' over and that's a good thing.

You never have to experience it again, farmboy.

Yeah. You just keep moving on to tomorrow, whether you want to or not. That's one of the few good things about time, I think. When you keep on moving, you probably leave a few things behind.

diving board

every second 
you spend in panic
standing on the diving board
is one second closer
to certain failure

in other words:
trust your fucking instincts

world without your love

I want to believe
life has a little bit of something
up its sleeve
worth hanging around for
I can't conceive
of living in a world without your love

native tongue

my mother told me
when I was very young
don't let bitter words
become your native tongue

I got a sugar

I got a sugar
she's as sweet as can be
sweeter than the honey
from the honeybee
every time she smiles at me
my heart begins to sing
I got a sugar
sweet as cherry pie
all the boys whistle 
when she walks by
I hope that one day
she'll decide
to wear my wedding ring

hound dogs howl

electric fan
spinning with speed
bringing relief
that bare skin needs

crickets chirp
hound dogs howl
communicate
like I don't know how

and here I am
in the middle of spring
waiting for summer
to give me my wings

Pissin' in the wind

I gotta watch it, man. I'm in one of my moods.

And what kind of mood is that, farmboy?

You know, one of my moods where I feel depressed and victimized and hopeless. It's so fuckin' awful but I have to deal with it. I wish I had some weed. But I don't. So I'm just gonna have to write off today as one of those useless days and just start again fresh tomorrow.

I'm sorry you're not feeling good. Is there any way I can help?

You're listening to me and that's help enough. Thanks, man. I feel sometimes like nobody listens to me...or, rather, that I'm just pissin' in the wind, you know?

Good title for a song, don't you think? "Pissin' in the wind?"

Yeah. Too bad I swiped it from Jerry Jeff Walker.

So, anyway, I just feel inconsequential. Nothing I do really matters. I don't have a say in anything. I feel like I barely have choices in my own life. I mean, I feel like I'm working just so I can benefit the fuckin' health insurance people at Providence Health Services, motherfucking assholes that they are. They fuckin' own my life now. What a bunch of pricks.

And there's a lot more that I feel angry at, but I just don't want to let it out, you know? Anger gets hold of me and never lets go. There's nothing in it for me. That's one thing I've learned in my life. So I have to hold everything in or else I'm gonna fuckin' explode. It's a good thing that I play music. Otherwise I'd probably be one of those people that goes crazy and gets a gun and shoots a whole lot of people.

I'm glad that you play music, farmboy. There's a lot less bloodshed this way.

Yeah. At least there's less clean up, you know?