It wouldn't hurt none, I figure

I'm sorry I haven't been around much, man. I been writing up a fuckin' storm, though I haven't completely finished a workable first draft of anything I particularly like. But that's okay, you know? 

Maybe you need to look over the stuff you've written to see if there's anything you can use, farmboy. 

Yeah, I've been thinking about doing just that. It wouldn't hurt none, I figure.

In the meantime, I've finally gotten around to reading Bob Dylan's memoir. It's pretty fuckin' amazing, man. It is so fuckin' well written. His descriptions are so visual. 

Well, you know, he is Bob Dylan...

I know. He should be a good writer, you know?

The stuff from the earlier folk days fascinates me, man. It's hard to believe that folk music was  once such a big deal in popular music. I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing. The more something gets popular the less intimate it becomes, it seems.

It's inevitable.

Yeah, I guess it is. 

Anyway, it's an amazing book. You can borrow it after I'm finished with it, man.

prove me wrong

I always thought a girl like you
would never look my way
I never knew
if dreams comes true
but I'm feeling like they may
I've always felt like there was no place
where I belonged
so do me a favor
do me right
prove me wrong

some random words

I should have turned that way
but I turned this way instead
I shouldn't have gone to work today
I should have stayed in bed

refrigerator

refrigerator
humming barbershop quartet
can I hum along?

happy as a clam

I was looked over by the tourists
in total disgust
when I opened up the letter
that informed me I must
do everything better
if I was to adjust 
to who I am
look at me
I'm happy as a clam

I felt like November 
in the merry month of May
I was trying to remember
what it was I had to say
should I fly east to Denver
or west to South Vietnam
I don't care
I'm happy as a clam

okay

everything is okay
there is no reason to panic
life is a sailing ship
and it's not the Titanic
nobody's honor has been offended
all my words stand self-defended
all the conclusions are open-ended
nothing more to say
I'm okay

my life is okay
there's no need to be resentful 
no worries here
life is blessedly uneventful
one lesson I keep learning:
the world keeps on turning
while the walls are slowly burning
but what can I say?
I'm okay

silver

I wish I had met you
when I was young
and not afraid to dream
you with your hair 
silk and silver
looking your age
sweet seventeen