something to say

it's always the same
it starts like this:
the moonlight might be
betrayed by a kiss
dreams glisten like silver
the redwoods on fire
all that you know
is burning desire
and you listen 
and you learn
and your voice
waits its turn
until you can be silent no more
you know 
you have something to say

Life in the big city

Another fuckin' work week, man. But this coming weekend is a three-day one!

Memorial Day. The unofficial start of summer, farmboy.

Really? I'm not sure I agree with that. I mean, school is still on...

I think that it's more economics. And media: this is the first been weekend for summer movies, those exciting blockbuster movies.

I swear, it's always about Hollywood.

That's life in the big city, farmboy.

So life in the big city is an illusion? Is that what you're saying, man?

It's just a phrase. 

Good. I'm not into cities too much. I prefer the country, or at least a small town. I'm a simple guy, you know? I like things simple. Life is too fuckin' complicated, man.

the window is open

the window is open
in the bathroom.
I sit on the edge of the bathtub,
relaxing as the wind
blows soft on my back
like I imagine
some old lover might.

it is good to not wear a shirt.
it feels good to have bare skin.
it feels good to be male.

everything is forgiven

everything is forgiven
there is no bad blood between us
you no good son-of-a-penis
you're an asshole
through and through
everything is forgiven
you spent low-rent sapsucker
you're a regular forrest tucker
aren't you?

what's that you're saying
I hold a grudge?
what do you mean
that I don't budge?
you low-life sack of shit
fudge you!

everything is forgiven
all the world is hunky-dory
now you, that's another story
that's why you're history
everything is forgiven
I know which one is which now
you two-timing mouth-breathing bitch now
stay the fuck away from me

Some kind of song that will make me happy

I'm trying to write something, man.Some kind of song that will make me happy. I'm thinking, what do I want in my song? I'm not sure how much you can plan this creative stuff, you know?

Just relax, farmboy. The inspiration will come. Trust that. You don't need to force anything...

That's what my father always told me, man: To not force things. So how do I write without forcing things?

Just write. It will come.

Well, man, that's what I'm doing. And it fuckin' better work.

multi-fuckin'-tasking

trying to do
too many things at once
doesn't accomplish anything

I don't know if that's true
but it feels that way today

I need to learn 
to bend with time
that's just a natural fact

Feels like a sin

Man, I tell you, I cannot wait for this fuckin' school year to end. Which is not new news, I know, but...I don't know...I guess I thought I'd tell you. I'm just impatient, man.

I know, farmboy. You go through this restlessness every year around this time. Summer's coming, farmboy. It's coming fast.

I know. I gotta think of things to keep myself occupied in the meantime. I write, I play guitar. I've started watching Arrested Development, a TV show I've somehow missed out on all these years. I'm enjoying it.

So I really want this summer to be good. So I'm planning for it. I'm gonna play at two hospitals for the kids this summer. I want to be outside more, I want to be more active. I even want to be more social.

That could all very much happen.

Man, I hope so. I hate to waste summer. Feels like a sin, you know? Nice weather, for the most part, a change of scenery in some ways. Hopefully maybe I'll go some place.

But until then...

...you've got the rest of the school year to ride out.

The rest of the fuckin' school year, man.