Back from four days in Pismo. The poems flowed like wine in rome when people still knew the amazing quility of a good orgy.

I am home and I am not home. I keep forgetting to remember.

I imss the bigga frigga, go build in hell and the one. I love being Unkle brien more than you know.

I still have no friends. But the...
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I painted the best painting of my life yesterday. I wish I had a digital camera to send the pictures to my friends with artistic ability.

i leave tomorrow for pismo beach. I need to find a job, I need a new place to leave, I need to remember the last line of the poem I was going to write last night and never did....something...
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Last week was full of nightmares and daydreams.

I got to see Frigga and the one and the mighty matt. All of whom I miss terribly when I am at home. I too would like to get off work and have a beer with Matt, help kymm with dinner and maybe read lousy poetry to the one.

I have so few friends now.

Back home,...
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Got alot of work done. Still no one around for a few more days. It's gets lonely when you never leave the house.

I feel like slow dancing.

Home all alone for a week. Working. Looking for work. Listening to Mingus and Ellington, swing low then swing high.

I know only the boring get bored, but I don't like to leave the house much and you can only watch tv so long and after you have seen every movie you have ten times.......the life of the recluse is strange and lonely.

This morning,...
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Great news!

Check out issue twenty of poesy magazine(poesy.org)
for my first published poem.

after all the work, finally, an acceptance...not a rejection.

Warning:

The pill will not protect user from STD's or a broken heart.

Certain woman are liars and I have this magnet for simplicity that attracts them.

I may be simple
but I am no stupid man...

I am the king of fools!

Oh I am sad.

Little Melanie is gone.

She slept in the curve of my arms and woke up smiling.

All day yesterday we listened to Art Blakey and then I made pasta and then we ate cookies and milk and when it was time to put her down she sat up for a hour singing a song that didn't make sense and I had...
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Back from the war and I have no stories.

I miss my friends.

I am now ready for the slow silence of anything but the ticking of the clock.