nostalgia is a motherfucker
Monday, December 29, 2003
Tuesday, December 16, 2003
Sunday, December 14, 2003
The Pomegranate Circus
I am desolate in dimension
circling the sky
like a rainy bird,
wet from toe to crown
wet from bill to wing.
I feel like a drowned king
at the pomegranate circus.
I vowed last year
that I wouldn't go again
but here I sit in my usual seat,
dripping and clapping
as the pomegranates go by
in their metallic costumes.
--Richard Brautigan
circling the sky
like a rainy bird,
wet from toe to crown
wet from bill to wing.
I feel like a drowned king
at the pomegranate circus.
I vowed last year
that I wouldn't go again
but here I sit in my usual seat,
dripping and clapping
as the pomegranates go by
in their metallic costumes.
--Richard Brautigan
Thursday, December 4, 2003
inner child's play
i don't know what to write
i don't know if I feel one way or another about it.
i'm just kinda shocked, and a bit shakey.
but I know I have to mark this down, somehow, so here we are.
i don't know if I feel one way or another about it.
i'm just kinda shocked, and a bit shakey.
but I know I have to mark this down, somehow, so here we are.