when the lights are low

the mother, the child, the addict, the rock, the talker. and nothing works. and the sky is falling, and money doesn't grow on trees, and manners are taught. discipline is enforced, studies are mandatory and relationships fly. silver clinks together, hair gets wet and skin gets dry. warm welcomes and tearful songs. old lady clothes from that shop on the corner and yellow roses in february. center parts and candles that need lighting. give and take and none of the above, and those female musicians of course. pizza men, humming birds, chapped lips, holding hands and tight hugs. and here's the the effortless flow of the waves on the road. its all that really matters.

and just like oedipus, all the masks will eventually shatter to the ground, and all that will be left is a venerable scared meek blur hiding in the right hand corner of an empty matchbox.

either grey or blue

i have never been more confident about something in my life. the rockford girl read my mind, and i sort of want to go back.

and just like you my little one, i can not catch a break.

paper or united?

i cant say whether you speak of the child or of the adult. both valid options.

the child glides quick down the slide and climbs cautious up the rocket ship. viewing the land through rainbow lenses. opinions and ideas like the teacup and saucer that are stamped with teddy bears and daisies. though the actions are callow, the child is marching swiftly toward triumph.

the adult is burdened with the routine of responsibility. making decisions, making money, making it work, all the while gripping their therapist's hand. crawling consistently the corporate latter of every day life and watching as objects fall from the top and splatter like blood on the pavement.

its hard to say whether you speak of the child or of the adult.

snap shut your eyes

this is a fiasco. and im living in the past.

the time has come bend and snap into the future and present. its the right thing to do, believe me.

california represent

oh hey manhattan beach. see you in like, um, LESS THAN 48 HOURS!!!

maybe today will be new

people are laughing

ive walked on the rooftops of skyscrapers. and let me tell you, things look much better from above.