Fire

My brain is on quarantine

I have been thinking too much

I have not gotten anywhere

So I have decided to give it a break,

To allow my thoughts to go on strike,

To go off a diet, to try to quit smoking,

To disguise my mood in between fake smiles

To comply with the ridiculous moors of this perturbed “society”,

To create art for curators.

It is not working I am still thinking,

Maybe, I will grab a beer,

But it is too early,

Perhaps, I will go for a jog, but I am too lazy

Fuck all that, I will crank up the stereo and perturb my neighbors

White Wall

I stared at a wall, a flat white wall,

I saw a wall staring at me with wide open eyes

I stared at you and you stared back

We laughed and then, cried,

We went to bed.

I reached over, you responded

Then it was the morning.

I started at the ceiling

I saw a fan saluting me to a brand new day

The coffee machine is noisy,

But, in the end revitalizing

And there goes the day

Wishing I had something to say

The sparkler spits water,

But grass is not what the old man said to be

Because it has not listen

So let us go out and play

the windsor

Some how I did not let the Windsor seduce me;

Instead, I looked slick on a half sixties charm

But, why are you so rude to me?

Is it because I am not handy?

In the mean time let me pirate donwn

"Fake Plastic Trees" for you.

So; did you know I came accross Keneth Snelson

last night

Yes Keneth Snelson, he is amazing, just as The Cribs are ..!

But really, It does not mater...

Ah yes , and I love blue cheese with Caviar too

But It does not matter....