To Do List:

1. What I want
2. Repeat number 1

i want a apple

here i is.

i want a apple.

he gots me real good.

its big front beef ate sixty plastic containers.

matee

durly.

hey box,
suspended in the air three feet in front of my face
I'm going to write something in you

meaningful

durly.

Ode to school

I have almost defeated you, school.
your weight will not be on my shoulders much longer.

You cannot prevent me from good.

You will not be able to keep me from learning.

I am almost through with you, school!
With your work, papers, what have you!


But I must say,
That I don't know who I would be without you.
I am appreciative for all you have taught me
you have cost a lot of money


books
good lectures
ideas, many I've kept and still visit daily
music goodness
good good
big vocabulary
a big good vocabulary
real good big vocabulary
lots of big words
good ideas about time management and passing interviews

thanks, but
ta.
fair thee well
see you again in the future probably

until then,
world tour

who are you, work

Who are you, work?
What is your philosophy?
Why do you change the things that I enjoy into activities that I detest?
Why do you take the fun out of fun?
Who invented you?

You transform the most wonderful things into...


work.

acoustic vs. electronic old
school vs. hip meditative vs.
energetic vs. timeless express


rally them all behind that which i got

I grudge you

here it comes...

I've been expecting it for a while now..

not sure i'm ready.
no, I'm not ready.

made me miss the meteors. I grudge you for that.

oh no,
now?
no, no,
PLEASE!



WRITE THIRTY PAGES
DON'T SLEEP
REMEMBER EVERYTHING AND MARK THE CORRECT BOX
I WILL EVALUATE YOUR MIND AND LIFE


IT HURTS

e exercise

can you really blame me?

I like to eat bacon
I like to cook with bacon grease
it transforms bland veggies
into something tasty

I want to be a vegetarian
but I like the taste of bacon
am I a conscious consumer
the answer is yes and I'm not fakin
I wear adidas sambas
and drink folgers coffee
I occasionally shop at walmart
but can you really blame me?
can you really blame me?

I ride my bike when I can
it's true, I tend to make excuses
I think that I'm a good person
and that my efforts are not useless

who made my clothes
who made my shoes
I think I saw the kid
on the evening news

me sugar coated funride

peak it in the northern lights
set your sights on rainbow flights
for six gold pieces and seven silver horns
i've told all of the gnomes adorned

with

bracelets
necklaces
shoes out the door
for all kinds of occasions but especially fun

the most important occasion
daily doses by injection
syringe made of puddy that tastes like honey
that if licked it will stick on your forarm

in the sky to the up
bright flashes of teal and purple
make me giddy and feel fizzy
like a little man in a plane
riding through the rain
eating little skittle candies
decorated with sparkling sugars
escorted by a symphony of commercials

and this,
ladies and gents,
is the heart of the matter:

________ begets ________ and
history _________ the future

ocd

when I don't have homework to think about all the time
what will I worry about then?
dental care?
slowly changing seasons?
pick a random sports team and care about their record?

If I didn't have that hanging over my head
would I be sitting on top of something?
always needing to get something done?
be on the run?
do the best at everything
and pick up what I left at the restaurant last week?

predisposition to be overwhelmed by
how many blades of grass there are and
my inability to count them all
volume control
deadline completion
order of events

honey oat bunchers
clogged up in my back left molar
but I love cereal
I just have to remember to floss

usb chord
to transfer yesterday into a
compatible format
observable by all

flat tire baking
for my friend i'm waiting
though there is plenty to do
i'll row that boat out

tapes

those were the days.
discipline!
diss
ah
pline.


....sequin?
whats a sequin...

i want orange.
i want orange side burns.

arg matee.

studying history is never useless, but not always engaging.

un arbol

hay que pensar en la respiracion. dicen que es un processo natural, pero muchas veces no empieza sin empujarla.

es un dia bonito
luz bonita
un libro importante para leer
cafe me esta esperando
una persona tan bella
que nunca he conocido
para salvar
al menos
un arbol

I've sold my thoughts to a piece of paper!

this sentence is satirical.
this sentence is comical.

this sentence

is serious.


this sentence encourages feedback.
this sentence is reflective.


oooooo.

If you develop an ear for sounds that are musical it is like developing an ego. You begin to refuse sounds that are not musical and that way cut yourself off from a good deal of experience.
- John Cage

space

checkered flag

not enough time to think
the sands in my hour glass
are running low
I almost figured it out
then something came up
and I had to go

a hiatus please
a momentary time freeze
pause, hold on
I just need a moment
everything could line up
if I put it in its place
but the checkered flag
is not until the end of the race

i understand the importance
of setting pace
and enjoying the view
the water stops are refreshing
the trail is bending
the sky is a golden blue

country rambles

My day is already through

There is no better way to wake up
than drinking a cup of coffee
sunlight pouring in
the walls being painted green by Evalyn

it's the morning
the day may never start
it don't have to
if I don't want it to
I could lay here all day
and what could you say
if I want to live slower
i'll do it that way

nothing going on
i threw away my clock
i am rewriting
this song from the top
a vacation at home
one long overdue
you can come if you want
my day is already through
nothing more for me to do
my day is already through

I used to always run around
like there was something to be found
didn't know that the only way to catch it
was to stop and sit down

taking it easy
that's how i'll do it
ain't no reason
to rush through it

happiness will come

It's a beautiful day outside
the leaves are gleaming green in the sunlight
everything is slower than normal
while I sit here and play my guitar
this is a search for the best words
to fit these three chords
I've tried this many times before
but I've never had much luck
what's a songwriter supposed to do
when he's too busy paying his dues
that there is not enough time to write tunes
and do what he loves
he's stuck with songs like this
void of layers and metaphors
there's no strong melody
and I'm just playing the same three chords

writing checks and crunching numbers
building a financially secure future
not enough time to do what i want
is this how everyone lives
we all take a job that we don't like
to pay for things that we don't need
office work can be fun, i'm told that

happiness will come
the more we get done
through sticky pads and emails
happiness will come
happiness will come
i've got a big retirement fund

Life is not free young lad
you've gotta suck it up
put up with the 8 hr. work day
weekly meetings and being underpaid
there will be no compensation
no health insurance of parking spot
it's a failing economy and slow job market
this is not a world for artists

i can retire at age 65
after 40 years with the company
it's not a bad deal
i've got benefits and security

rosie banks

rosie banks works at the grocery
wakes up at 6am to eat before work
and then she's gone all day
got to earn her pay
to heat her home and buy clothes
for her baby
sixteen months old
the man on tv
said next week could get cold
this happened in october

rosie banks was let go from the grocery
times are tough in a failing economy
she's calling everyone she knows
find any work she can
she's scrubbing floors by hand
and washing clothes
as a maid for a rich man
he parts his hair to the left
and wears polyester pants
this happened in November

rosie banks likes to finger paint with her baby on saturdays
they sell their art at the fair on sundays
they sold two last week
three the week before
they're beginning to sell quickly
people want more
she might quit scrubbing floors
just yellow green and red
it's all they could afford
this happened in december

rosie banks and her kid are millionaires
they sell their pieces to rich folk across the world
no more working as a grocer
or as a rich man's maid
just playing art with her kid all day