Friday, December 25, 2009

blaspheming bodhisattva

come back for me boy
bring me blasphemy

or shall i come to you?
sojourn to your stubble
your sacrilege

where i lay my sorry down at your sandals
along with my pens
my many notebooks

a sacrifice to your insincerity

if you'll let me worship you boy
i will lay down my worries
i will bathe your feet

i will take my advice from snakes

you will be my bodhisattva
and i don't need your name

not if you come back for me boy
not if you bring me blasphemy

Saturday, December 19, 2009

don't think twice

it's alright

I'm a-thinkin' and a-wond'rin' all the way down the road
I once loved a woman, a child I'm told
I give her my heart but she wanted my soul
But don't think twice, it's all right


the dresser from the post below. work in progress.

and this was my friday night.

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

click click clack

it took howlong?
for me to relearn
how to fall asleep without the sound of your typewriter

but that was when? and this is now
and it aint so much that i'm thinking bout you
its just the sound of your click click clack
that's got me drifting back
as it freuds its way into my sleep

when that midwest winter had crawled into my bones
i crawled into your bed
and didn't leave for about a week

saying, baby touch me in the places that got so soft
as i got so comfortable loving you

so when that click click clack
started persisting through the night
had a feeling you might
maybe be clickin bout me
so brown and pink
in between your sheets
all limbs, and eyes, and hair

saying, boy you best not be calling me child
i got thoughts that'll make yours seem mild

it's just that i was never content
being some great man's muse
knew i had to get your click click clack outta my head
if i ever wanted to produce any of my own
and we both know i'm no nice girl
but you had me wanting that life
for about a week

and now you're saying that aint much to you
but baby, no one's made me feel so soft like you do
so if your click click clacks got the fade to blues
come crawl into my bed for a week
maybe two

Friday, December 11, 2009

unrequited love.

she is wooden with pearl and gold accents.

i want her.

and i will never have her.

now i finally understand why charlie brown says that nothing takes the taste out of peanut butter quite like unrequited love.

Thursday, December 10, 2009


after coming soon.

sure do love my job.