Friday, July 29, 2011

Off The Cuff, Like This...

"I want to fuck a girl
No wait! Maybe two
Or maybe a girl and a guy
Or maybe I want to just fuck myself

I want to drink
Get drunk
Piss all over your shoes
Then puke in your pocket
Just so you'll know my life

All these bastards driving in circles
All these thoughts
Driving me crazy
That damn ocean
That just won't listen
That lover full of self
My life, full of shit

I wish i was fat
Just to wish myself skinny
I wish i was fucked
Just to break the wall
I wish i was drunk
Just to piss on your shoes."

~Lil' Coyote

Tuesday, July 26, 2011


I'm digging
always my shovel out

the handle has worn grooves in my hands.

now the water runs free when I attempt a cup.

Monday, July 25, 2011

Bad Economy

Is this economy of self....
hiding much of who one is?

Ha! If so, I should conserve.

But I'd rather die empty
than a full sponge un-wrung.

Rainy Days and Mondays Music

♫You first found me in my holding pen
Stopped to take a look and stuck your finger in
I bit one off and you came back again and again . . . hey
Then the nice people let me out one day
And you told me how to act and what to say
But you never get what you wanted that way )
Did you baby?♫


♫Everybody's laughing
Maybe it's just me
Just something unrequited
Maybe it will never be

I lean into the whisper
But I don't hear a thing
It's a tear in the dark
all alone in the car in pieces.♫

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Plant From Linda

It’s notable to give a living thing…
as if whatever instigated such a gift
continues in long life
far beyond any act of kindness
or consideration

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

I Know Nothing

I agree as much as truth allows....
which in small amounts
poses as wisdom
until it disappears
into the thin air of pretension

Wave of Madness

Madman across the water
enigmatic in his restraints
lambasting the barnacles
as if they could be blamed

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

The Good Fight

If I choke
in dead of night
and me deader

I hope my wings
are sufficiently tattered
and bald
in the giving of feathers
and currents fought.

Wednesday, July 6, 2011


I've a boat
floating still, with the sheer force of my will.
The buckets of my hands
end the oars of my arms
fulcrum of broad shoulders
forged in the rain so many
wet trees

under the umbrella of my hair
where even flood waters have no rise