Personal Mythology

"Hey, kid, you fucking up right now?"

"ah, yea... i'm probably fucking up."

Seaman chants

Afraid of the water the feline never left the ship, even when in dock.

both the ship and the feline where female, like the mysterious sea.

unpredictable to the men who tried to conquer them.

they had tattoos, candles, piercings, chants and rituals
used to subdue there wrath.

yet they knew one thing. the predictability of change.

and the acclimation of survival.

hoist the mast my friends.

A prayer

our father through out in heaven.
forgive me for i am a bad dude.
and my sins are bountiful.
blessed are you father.
for you give me guilt
and depression.
you are the light and
misunderstood metaphor
of the world.
I pray you my pretend
energy thing that is in control
of my conscious because i am
to scared let go of the idea
of "I" or face the fact that
i am an animal and truly
nothingness.
i pray for you to keep it
in heaven way up in the
sky .

When a women enters forest.

thou young lady, i am the seed and the shaft that
erects fromthe cracks in the earth.
have trust, have faith in I.
I shall not harm nor leaf thee.
mine branches are hard and sturdy
my foliage luscious and bright.
though if thou enters my steamy forest
thy father mustn't know.
his fire will burn me, his stones shall cut me down.
perish i will.

monotonous similarity

For years he walks the same stairs, to the same elevator
shaft, to the same floor, to the same hallway, to the
same room.

His window was a view in on another window of a
building of equal stature. He saw the same things
when he looked out.

Some times he would put the chair up to window and
look at the same things, the same women who lived
in the same style building, doing the same kind of
things.

in a way his synonymousness was tragically beautiful.
More beautiful then all the tribal tattoos face piercing
faux-hawks of personality misinterpreted
american transcendalism has puked up.

A man who Fears

hey you what are you lookin at

ah, fuck man, did that ice coffee make my crotch all wet?

god dammit, i dont know what the hell to say

shit, that sounded weird

Every must be thinking about me...

comprehending the understandable

The Libary will not give me a card so i can
not check out books

still need a job.



sold a mikki maus cd
(which are now available btw, if you want).

i wish i could say what i mean

come to hope gallery tomorrow