Sunday, July 20, 2008
Saturday, July 19, 2008
Tequilla
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Friday, July 11, 2008
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Sunday, July 6, 2008
No ones upstairs today
Buddy I ain't half bad.I ache and let it fly
Scorch the windows shut
Blinds down
The thumb mutes the picked string creating a scream
Stimuli
Suddenly there's things to write about
Except I don't want to write about them
But I got notes for days
Its getting cleared up
Off on your own I suppose.
Bend the string upon the pinch to elevate the dive
In hiding as a goof
My arpeggios say different
Speaking the truth at a reasonable volume
Holy cow I'd love to let it fly
Like an interior velociraptor
Living vicariously through day dreams of being anti-bashful
The hinges shake. Were alive. Were pushing our imaginations and dexterity to their brim.
I (do) (could) play for hours.
And guilt sets in to steal you away
Silly me
How could you be more productive?
Melodies forgotten. Honesty slipped through my memory.
Control and unabashed murder
Pick up to gain
Strapped in tight
Surprise yourself every day
Work up the nerve to surprise someone else...
Thursday, July 3, 2008
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
Strawberry
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)







