Sunday, April 26, 2015

early to bed
late to rise
makes a man
with sand in his eyes

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

im painting bulls in john deere green
the pizel parts are quite obscene
but when i take these bulls to mart
everyone will shout thats art
my soul is lingering in birmingham
my soul is lingering in birmingham
sundays the day when no one gives a damn...

Monday, March 16, 2015

that which is private
is proudly exposed
that which is public
is hidden and closed
that which is useful
is used as a tool
that which is useless
is given the rule

Monday, February 23, 2015

im going to write a poem for you
i do not care of what or who
the song is sad and quite the same
and there is no one else to blame

Sunday, February 22, 2015

i have no friends, i have no foes
i only have a list of woes
they do not come from cunts or kin
they only come from deep within

Monday, February 16, 2015

goodnight my friends goodnight my foes
goodnight to all the wees and woes
goodnight to all the whys and whats
goodnight to fruits goodnight to nuts

Tuesday, January 20, 2015

the day is gone and i am glad
it was so very very bad
tomorrow is another day
i hope it comes a better way