drifting like wood on a river ( Read more... )

it's all coming down
these walls these halls
this cavern this keep
it's all coming down
with the wolf's breathe
the singer's cry
it's all coming down
from bottom to top
rubble and dust
it's all over
nothing left standing
no mortgage payment
it's all over
it is done
thinking back
to when they yelled
it's all coming down
and sigh

dig in, beware, it’s coming ( Read more... )

a recent poem ( Read more... )

so, I haven't had a cigarette for a month, this sucks

so, I got a job basically a dream job for me. I work at Conundrum wine bistro in Freeport at the Big Indian on route 1. come visit me sometime and if you order a beer, wine, water or soda I've likely hocked a loogey in it.

find me a job in portland?

so, I should stop smoking, I wont, but I should, cigs kills people

time is inane in its plots and twists ( Read more... )

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