The sound of crickets are replaced by the bum
digging through the garbage bin outside in the ally.
Or the screaming of tires in the distance or the cars engine driving by my window like a tiger growling.
Ah the urban wilderness that echoes of new wild life,
The young hipsters yelling about a good time they had with the gal they just fucked.
The hum of neon humming like the birds in flight for nectar.
The night time sky replaced with a orangish glow that masks
The black panther of night and the fireflies that dance
In the thinning twilight.
There the coming of the morning and dew is dew
It's still wet, that never changes.
And the slow rise of that great gaseous ball
Burns my eyes till I dream of the green jungles of my youth.
Aug 24/11
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Friday, August 5, 2011
Ten years later from a dream
Waking up to the sound of a train rumbling across from the hotel,
It was sometime in the middle of the night, it was still raining out.
I get up and turn on the light in the bathroom, splash some cold water on my face, I walk out of the room and I look down towards the bed and see the young girl I met at the party under my bed cover resting, I see her cloths all strewn on the floor, I sit down on the corner of the bed and light a cigarette and stair out the window watching the rain coming down. When I came out of the trance I found myself in the cigarette was burnt to the end. I got up and went to the window and staired outside to see what was happening around. I felt these small hands around my body and she whispered in my ear come back to bed. I took her hand and crawled up in the bed. I felt her body press against mine. Warm flesh touching my back. I slowly drift off to sleep. . .
Aug. 05/11
It was sometime in the middle of the night, it was still raining out.
I get up and turn on the light in the bathroom, splash some cold water on my face, I walk out of the room and I look down towards the bed and see the young girl I met at the party under my bed cover resting, I see her cloths all strewn on the floor, I sit down on the corner of the bed and light a cigarette and stair out the window watching the rain coming down. When I came out of the trance I found myself in the cigarette was burnt to the end. I got up and went to the window and staired outside to see what was happening around. I felt these small hands around my body and she whispered in my ear come back to bed. I took her hand and crawled up in the bed. I felt her body press against mine. Warm flesh touching my back. I slowly drift off to sleep. . .
Aug. 05/11
Thursday, August 4, 2011
Life's little wonder
There through the green canopy I watch the sparrows dance and play in the ocean of blue sky.
Chasing each other till they catch each other, like tag your it.
I find a kin to these flight-ful birds
As I was a child playing in the dirt with my friends.
So many happy memories
So much fun
The world holds my wonder
The world is my playground
I am glad I have this moment
To be in love with life
Let it fill your life with the simple joys that you can share with your family and friends
Aug 4/11
Chasing each other till they catch each other, like tag your it.
I find a kin to these flight-ful birds
As I was a child playing in the dirt with my friends.
So many happy memories
So much fun
The world holds my wonder
The world is my playground
I am glad I have this moment
To be in love with life
Let it fill your life with the simple joys that you can share with your family and friends
Aug 4/11
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