nothing on the weather on something everything hey
some people write
poems
like
this
when they listen to the music of john coltrane, but lately all i can think about when i hear it is a pair of old shoes. and then i just get really sad, and then i start thinking about Melville. and then i start thinking about something different entirely, and then i realize i'm not really listening anymore.
i finished a book this weekend by haruki murakami, and then i went to bed and dreamed up an alternate chapter because i really wanted the story to go on. here's the only line i can remember from it: "her brown hair and bulbous behind were like SYSTEM ERROR."
i don't feel at home where home is, but home is always a question mark, i realize that now. i might be too busy to care, anyway. daniel johnston vs. UB40. expression vs. ascension. hey ladies!
poems
like
this
when they listen to the music of john coltrane, but lately all i can think about when i hear it is a pair of old shoes. and then i just get really sad, and then i start thinking about Melville. and then i start thinking about something different entirely, and then i realize i'm not really listening anymore.
i finished a book this weekend by haruki murakami, and then i went to bed and dreamed up an alternate chapter because i really wanted the story to go on. here's the only line i can remember from it: "her brown hair and bulbous behind were like SYSTEM ERROR."
i don't feel at home where home is, but home is always a question mark, i realize that now. i might be too busy to care, anyway. daniel johnston vs. UB40. expression vs. ascension. hey ladies!