Wednesday, September 24, 2014

today's lunch special.............cheeseballs....


writing as if it is a necessity of life…..

such as the consumption of nutrients or mere food…

whether i fill myself with dehydrated cheese snacks or fresh catch of the day, my vitality is somewhat satisfied…..

perhaps what I write is a filler of sorts, a mere get it over with appetite pleaser…..

but the craft is intricate and defined and I sit homeless waiting for others to be kind…

and occasionally I drown the processed cheese bits with the most sophisticated of wine

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

clams on a half shell i suppose.....


bradbury.....i see you....

i've been deciphering your writing code moments at a time.....now the pattern is mine...

all your words like notes of some symphony...played out and orchestrated by any who finger the right piano.....

a silent concert hall.....

a hundred thousand song less minds and two who are humming along....

a fool who still seeks a firefighter to put out the flame....as others run, because they know...

i saw it too 'that dinosaur...lying on the beach'

i prefer if you do not yell at me for knowing and instead offer a welcoming acceptance.....

for now i must go.....but i'll be listening for that phone to ring or are you too lost like peg in Mexico?

the pliable walls that surround me as the ocean waves crash through my front door.....delightfully drowning

standing tall with your spine intact.....immortal pages.....keep reeling you back...

Saturday, August 16, 2014

skid marks and a hanged man


skid marks and a hanged man

mother of mine..

undignified....

a sad man has ceased bringing happiness.....

his sadness has become ours...

a spinning planet does not rest...

attainable knowledge remains unsought....

crashing waves ease the mind...

a hand sifts through the sand while the sun sifts through the soul...

life is ours to behold....

death is another's world to own.

Monday, August 4, 2014

soul for sale


purveyor of bullshit.....

recognition of none....

soul for sale....

the account of one....

the shelves are full, the buyer annoyed...

souls wall to wall

this treasure trove of meat and flesh...rotting from the tireless wait...

i recognize a few hanging by the door as i turn to leave...

a wanderer distant but in need...i offer it to him without the notion of greed...

take it, it's yours i need it not....for what i desire cannot be found in this place nor the next...

perhaps you'll find a better purpose now that you have one of your own......

unchained and unbound i leave

blood in streets....

for the first time it's not of my flesh...

immortal beings when pierced only bleed ink

Thursday, July 24, 2014

before my morning tea....things like this happen.......


from jay to z

the mind must be set free

in a chair thoughts floating around

the butterfly flew away

before that day

the butterfly was a god damn worm....

words from within begging for commitment

each time like a sin

to be written or said out loud

the curse of the unknown my burden to carry

heavy it is.....the weight consumes....but the light minded wander free

mockingly

Thursday, July 17, 2014

@DanWarp




Dan Schneider

before i begin i would like you to know that i did read this on your website:

 

 

"Please don't ask me to give you a job or help you find one.  I'd love to help everyone but I can't.  I'm here to entertain you, not give or find you a job. "

but for some reason i lost at least an hour of sleep last night, thinking....creatively i suppose, here it is....oh and you spelled whoa incorrectly on the website, but i've done it before as well....i'm sure no one else noticed.....

i was thinking about the character Spencer and how you could pull off a very young seinfeld type of existence for him.....i wanted the character to assume a job as a theater actor, and to consult his friend Sikowitz almost daily about his stage presence or whatever......

the show would need to stay aimed at the younger viewers, so there would have to be more going on.....like a producer's kids or something and their daily activities.....

i did come up with more ideas for episodes of this show that i imagined in my head.....

any who......like i said i understand you are here to entertain, but if for any reason you feel i can help with that in the slightest let me know thanks.....

if nothing else......then whoa could be corrected unless you did it intentionally? will you at least reply to this query?
Carol Cuomo @cclewia
 

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

the tenement queen........


my grandmother couldn't much live with a septic system, but it was the closest thing to the life i needed growing up, that rented farm house, and the small kitchen, where she swatted at that kid that wasn't hers for the first time.  i never knew grass could be that green, but that life was rented and they didn't stay long, back to the public water supply, back to where they came from, some would say where they belonged.  but she was a queen even though her crown was fashioned out of hair rollers.  she lived her whole life dwelling with others, more of her kind, the wisest of what this life has to offer, only stuck a bit, like the mortar that filled the bricks on some of those buildings.  i imagined a different life for her, i always have, and here i am without the crown of rollers, but attempting to drink from a well and live a better life, or just a different one, all i know is i'll never change, because i don't really have to, and she taught me that.