A Sudden Nighttime Flash of Self-Awareness
A Sudden Nighttime Flash of Self-Awareness
Holy shit!
Sitting here typing to a small Polish confidant of mine
with priest-like qualities minus Jesus and celibacy (or so I imagine),
I realize that these are my thoughts
spitting out anonymous words anymomomore amore amorous eyeballs
all over this place.
This is something that’s happening,
staying up late with Belle and Sebastian blaring as much as they can,
thinking that I’ve never done this kind of thing here
because it was always too noisy during the day.
These are the days poems are made of...shame to waste them.
I think I’d rather set something on fire with the power of mind
then chase after it with a garden hose
somehow fashioned into a beautiful instrument
with a tremolo tenor blast that made all the Icelandic babies wake up at once,
and whose to say that trolls and elves really don’t exist?
Stupid naysayers, all bow down to the dithyramb and open your heavy eyes.
Needless to say, I should do this more often.
Kerouac, Ginsberg, Kiessling, Everyone, I love you.
Now I just need to get some lyrics going and I’m set.
Holy shit!
Sitting here typing to a small Polish confidant of mine
with priest-like qualities minus Jesus and celibacy (or so I imagine),
I realize that these are my thoughts
spitting out anonymous words anymomomore amore amorous eyeballs
all over this place.
This is something that’s happening,
staying up late with Belle and Sebastian blaring as much as they can,
thinking that I’ve never done this kind of thing here
because it was always too noisy during the day.
These are the days poems are made of...shame to waste them.
I think I’d rather set something on fire with the power of mind
then chase after it with a garden hose
somehow fashioned into a beautiful instrument
with a tremolo tenor blast that made all the Icelandic babies wake up at once,
and whose to say that trolls and elves really don’t exist?
Stupid naysayers, all bow down to the dithyramb and open your heavy eyes.
Needless to say, I should do this more often.
Kerouac, Ginsberg, Kiessling, Everyone, I love you.
Now I just need to get some lyrics going and I’m set.