"i still got my smile and both my hands and a rumbling appetite for more"
Woke up this mornin'
and I had myself a beer,
all which was left over from last night.
It had gotten crazy a little, but alas
all that is, has passed, but is hardly forgotten;
only added to the constant mayhem that has become The Windsor at Miramar.
Soon I fear I shall leave,
I dont know what has happened to me and my ambitions
but somehow the relevancy in it all has faded and I'm left alone
staring at that open road and it calls back to me.
The North Star so bright it can blind you in more ways than one.
The meaning revealed through the silent eyes of those you care for most.
I've been fishing,
nigger-rigged my pole with a hacksaw, 1 nail, crazy glue and masking tape,
all so it functions as a whole.
It's all I've needed to dull the reality the crons not worth the raid their sprayed with,
the fish are biting though and they dont care who I am.
Caught a couple lunkers tonight.
2 pounds each, put up a helluva fight but in the end it was I who won the game.
Took them home and ate them both corn-battered and fried with those damned boiled taters.
The feirce mosquitos,
and fear of water pollutants put aside as my growling stomach seemed to keep on casting
until those hooks were set in the jaws of a fish worth my time in filleting.
Tommorrow perhaps I'll borrow that pellet gun my neighbor owns and go hunt a couple of
those morning doves that frequent the barren trees near the swamp in about the only uninhabited
part of hollywood florida. It's funny about the only Michigan prepared me for in Florida
was how to be successful hunter/gatherer, I can now chuckle as I lick my greasy fingers, hunger contented,
at those who teased me for my absense in school
as I haunted the woods every November 14 in hopes of bagging a deer.
Those days were so long ago it seems but dear memories, no pun intended.
I've decided my new goals last night after finishing a pint of Jagermeister and a six pack of bud select.
After a short spout of life on the road I will settle down, perhaps back to class to finish my BFA, but in the end
I see myself in a small Desert town like in the old western flicks, running for sheriff with some girl who really loves me.
But I'm keeping no promises. Ive learned all to fast you never know where the wind will take you.
cause in the end it's not gonna be my Dad's fortunes that pull me out off my dusty ass.
Im 18, horney, hopeful, independant, with skills enough to get me where i want to go, and a smile that's hard to kill,
I need that adventure or I will drown in the saliva of money hungry beasts that fuel this economy so efficiently.
I looked in her eyes and she smiled,
"I dont care where you've been, or where your goin', the past is in the past and the future is a big brick wall,
lets love for today because tommorrow that million pound shit hammer will fall."
and I had myself a beer,
all which was left over from last night.
It had gotten crazy a little, but alas
all that is, has passed, but is hardly forgotten;
only added to the constant mayhem that has become The Windsor at Miramar.
Soon I fear I shall leave,
I dont know what has happened to me and my ambitions
but somehow the relevancy in it all has faded and I'm left alone
staring at that open road and it calls back to me.
The North Star so bright it can blind you in more ways than one.
The meaning revealed through the silent eyes of those you care for most.
I've been fishing,
nigger-rigged my pole with a hacksaw, 1 nail, crazy glue and masking tape,
all so it functions as a whole.
It's all I've needed to dull the reality the crons not worth the raid their sprayed with,
the fish are biting though and they dont care who I am.
Caught a couple lunkers tonight.
2 pounds each, put up a helluva fight but in the end it was I who won the game.
Took them home and ate them both corn-battered and fried with those damned boiled taters.
The feirce mosquitos,
and fear of water pollutants put aside as my growling stomach seemed to keep on casting
until those hooks were set in the jaws of a fish worth my time in filleting.
Tommorrow perhaps I'll borrow that pellet gun my neighbor owns and go hunt a couple of
those morning doves that frequent the barren trees near the swamp in about the only uninhabited
part of hollywood florida. It's funny about the only Michigan prepared me for in Florida
was how to be successful hunter/gatherer, I can now chuckle as I lick my greasy fingers, hunger contented,
at those who teased me for my absense in school
as I haunted the woods every November 14 in hopes of bagging a deer.
Those days were so long ago it seems but dear memories, no pun intended.
I've decided my new goals last night after finishing a pint of Jagermeister and a six pack of bud select.
After a short spout of life on the road I will settle down, perhaps back to class to finish my BFA, but in the end
I see myself in a small Desert town like in the old western flicks, running for sheriff with some girl who really loves me.
But I'm keeping no promises. Ive learned all to fast you never know where the wind will take you.
cause in the end it's not gonna be my Dad's fortunes that pull me out off my dusty ass.
Im 18, horney, hopeful, independant, with skills enough to get me where i want to go, and a smile that's hard to kill,
I need that adventure or I will drown in the saliva of money hungry beasts that fuel this economy so efficiently.
I looked in her eyes and she smiled,
"I dont care where you've been, or where your goin', the past is in the past and the future is a big brick wall,
lets love for today because tommorrow that million pound shit hammer will fall."