not your prodigal son

when the wild winds blow
when the evening moans
that's when I'll be
coming home
my wandering days
are from from done
I am not your
prodigal son

Summer, as we know it

So I guess summer, as we know it, is coming to an end, man. I'm back at the fuckin' job, the kids come back Wednesday, the days are beginning to be shorter, and I can smell autumn in this Pacific Northwest air. Fuck, man, summer's just too fuckin' short.

I'm in total agreement with you, farmboy. Now, which states have you lived in?

I lived in Austin, Texas and Ventura County down in Southern California.

The northwest is different from those places. It's a lot grayer and wetter, for one thing...

Actually, that's two things, but who's counting?

I mean, it's very mild here for the most part. But the winters here are more pronounced than Texas and California. It can get colder and darker.

Yeah, well, there's nothing I can do about it. I'll just have to live with it.

I sure wish there was another month or two of summer, though.

last night, drunk and hungry

last night, drunk and hungry
like so many nights before
I found my hand a-knocking
on your apartment door

My last supper

Tomorrow, man, back to my fuckin' job. I am so depressed. I don't want to do anything, but I just wanted to say hi.

I'm glad you did, farmboy. What's up for tonight?

Potato chips, man. My last supper. My final meal.

Same old fuckin' same old

I only have a few days left before I have to go back to working at the school. I'm trying not to think too much about it. Man, the summer goes by so fuckin' fast. Feels like school just ended and now we're going back.

But let's not talk about that kind of stuff right now and let's focus on the gift of having just a few more precious days to waste. I have weed, I have groceries, I got rhythm. Who could ask for anything more?

So what are you going to do with those precious few days, farmboy? Do you have plans?

Not really. But I don't have to worry about my lack of activity. I mean, come Thursday I'll have to be back to the same old fuckin' same old. Back to having a regular paycheck, no matter how small it is.

...But let's not think about that now.

Fuck, no, man. The opportunity to do nothing is upon us.

opportunity knocks

opportunity knocks
but you do not answer the door
you just sleep past noon
like you always do
like all your days before
when you wake, opportunity's gone
on the road and moving on
searching for someone who wants to win
opportunity knocks
but you will not let it in

mailed to myself

went to UPS
with a package full of weed
mailed to myself

flew to northwest
sister-in-law picked me up
took me to get my truck

two long days later
the package of weed arrived
I was a happy man

it was worth the risk
I think