Sunday, October 21, 2007

Don Knotts

My generation,
for what it is worth,
is the last to know
the past.

Like
the sweet sound of the type writer.
as it stabs the clean white paper,
with its inky
chaos.

Each generation
arriving at the same conclusion
as each
generation before them has:

That
some things will be lost,
from a time when
the past was in black and white.

The sounds of big bands,
The innocent laughter of
of a world
without
the f word in its comedy.

Sex was to be
insinuated,
suggested,
let them figure it out.

The past
true genius lost,
names no longer
mentioned,

footnotes.

Danny Kay,
Don Knotts,
Even,
that punk,
ol' Milton Burell.

Don Knotts was
genius.
whether you, realize it or not.

He is the reluctant astronaut,
the incredible mr. Limpet,
the ghost and mr. chicken.

He was a mad man,
genius,
and simply funny.

He will be lost in cyber streams and reruns,
known as that old guy trying to find out if Jack was gay on threes company.
If even that.



07'

Friday, October 05, 2007

Jinxed

I swear,
I don't
know how,
but i Know,
I
have been Jinxed....

and,
as everyone knows...


The only way to un-jinx a jinx
is
to smile,
as the
rain comes down
and
splash in the puddles.
Splashing with
the one you love....

if that doesn't work
at
least you had a wonderful day,

Jinx or no jinx.

i love the rain.
i love the puddles
i love the rain....

07'

Monday, October 01, 2007

Salvation takes too long

Salvation takes too long.
but i will settle for you,
stopping by,
now and then,
to save me,
from myself,
and remind me,
that its not that bad.

its not that bad.

it never was,

and i got
you miles away.
miles away.

we don't speak often,
but you're more
consistent than god
by far.

and still,
we manage-

salvation takes far too long,
but
halle fucken lujah
speaking to
you, is
instant gratification.

instant
forgiveness
instant love.
instantaneous.

whereas, i don't need saving,
i just need you.

Amen.

07

Hate

Hate is
such a strong word.

When the punkers
tattoo it to their fists,
they usaully
tatoo that other
word,
to the other fist.

in a fight, one fist
will pound harder
than the other.

but when you lose that fight.
it didn't matter which was which.
doesnt matter which
fist let you down.
both failed.

hate is a strong word...
to tattoo to my fingers...
cause in this fight i'm talking a dive...

i gonna rig it
with naked fists...of indifference...
fair and square.

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