WORDS TO COZY- UP WITH DEATH TO...
AND SO TODAY...the Buddha in me says: "let yourself be without beginnings, refrain from the word 'ending' "...
SO...this weekend it dawned on me: I'm getting close to the age of being labeled as an "old fart"...maybe tossed in the dirt and sacked in the mud...fumbled on a mad rage of binge-drinking and went a little bit mad swallowing up drunk tears and cursing at the electric can opener my mother recently gave me. Hot damn! I threw it up against the wall while it was still plugged in (hoping to see sparks)...threw it on the floor, stuffed in the can! Still round up with a brilliant plate of Panini and 'great' northern beans whilst watching "Sex and Breakfast" for the second time around...
BETTER THINGS THIS DAY AROUND, as cleaning always tends to clear out my brain like a stoned-out meditation....was thinking about a recent ex-girlfriend of mine and how I used to get jealous of all her ex-boyfriends spending the night (who happened to all be gay)...used to wonder if they were doing "things" together, while it made me feel a little worked up inside...got to me for a while, but these days I've learned to respect her values (a little bit too late)...
If it were me today, I'd honestly say...who gives a shit! I mean, if she truly wants to feel out her stuff with other men at the trot, so, let it be...she had a great mind, mind-indulging sexy green-glowing eyes and a brilliant display of cosmic red-hair that any woman or man could ever ask of...
Sex three times a day or maybe four...was the happiest three hours of sleep I'd snoozed away before going back to my 3rd shift shit-job of a waste...
Better yet were our nights spent in my Jacuzzi...speaking of music, sex positions, and smoking lots of cigarettes together: it was all erotic fun!
AND SO...today I woke up with another hang-over...smoked a couple of cigarettes after having my morning cup of coffee...picked that old can-opener right of the trash can and it worked just fine.
AND SO TODAY...the Buddha in me says: "let yourself be without beginnings, refrain from the word 'ending' "...
SO...this weekend it dawned on me: I'm getting close to the age of being labeled as an "old fart"...maybe tossed in the dirt and sacked in the mud...fumbled on a mad rage of binge-drinking and went a little bit mad swallowing up drunk tears and cursing at the electric can opener my mother recently gave me. Hot damn! I threw it up against the wall while it was still plugged in (hoping to see sparks)...threw it on the floor, stuffed in the can! Still round up with a brilliant plate of Panini and 'great' northern beans whilst watching "Sex and Breakfast" for the second time around...
BETTER THINGS THIS DAY AROUND, as cleaning always tends to clear out my brain like a stoned-out meditation....was thinking about a recent ex-girlfriend of mine and how I used to get jealous of all her ex-boyfriends spending the night (who happened to all be gay)...used to wonder if they were doing "things" together, while it made me feel a little worked up inside...got to me for a while, but these days I've learned to respect her values (a little bit too late)...
If it were me today, I'd honestly say...who gives a shit! I mean, if she truly wants to feel out her stuff with other men at the trot, so, let it be...she had a great mind, mind-indulging sexy green-glowing eyes and a brilliant display of cosmic red-hair that any woman or man could ever ask of...
Sex three times a day or maybe four...was the happiest three hours of sleep I'd snoozed away before going back to my 3rd shift shit-job of a waste...
Better yet were our nights spent in my Jacuzzi...speaking of music, sex positions, and smoking lots of cigarettes together: it was all erotic fun!
AND SO...today I woke up with another hang-over...smoked a couple of cigarettes after having my morning cup of coffee...picked that old can-opener right of the trash can and it worked just fine.