“write something every day for one year.”

day#242

8.30.10

a penny for your thoughts poneyboy stay gold.  let it shine on me like jerry garcia tickling them strings with those psychedelic fingers don’t go chasing waterfalls.  ali baba with the thieves 40 days in the desert one more day in august.  she’s gonna be leaving on a jet plane and you don’t care.  i grind my ash into smoke.  dream away the day with honey in my eyes and oil anoited on my crown.  these are the days.  when you were young.

“write something every day for one year.”

day#241

8.29.10

it doesn’t make me feel good to break your heart.  i don’t wanna cause you any pain.  don’t try to rationalize my fickle emotions.  i should have told you as soon as i knew.

“write something every day for one year.”

day#240

8.28.10

set my itunes to shuffle and buffalo tom’s “summer” comes on.  and it’s the last saturday night in august.  and i’m in the saddle of technology working and getting high.  you really wanted me to come over to the valley.  your parents are away and you said we could have a pajama party when i said i already had my pj’s on.  i’d rather work on my movie then be with you 2nite.  in the sand. . .

“write something every day for one year.”

day#239

8.27.10

it’s a friday night and i’d rather be alone.  i don’t know how to tell you but i got work to do.   i’m all over my screen and you’re all over my mind inside and out it’s a cruel cruel summer leaving me here on my own.  i got poems and i got songs.  i got friends in places high and low.  pick me up and turn me round home is where i want to be.  naive melodies over spring ohio nights.  it was the end of the 20th century and we were falling in love on ecstasy.  now a decade into 21 black sweatpants from ireland well worn 401am shabbat shalom.  a naughty innocence you aren’t faking you for real your addictions keep you down and your addictions keep you high like harry chapin taking tips when he’s stoned.  and we laid in the grass.  we laid on the beach.  we laid in the back of my truck on a hot and dusty day in black rock city.  but she’s gone and she’s gone and she’s gone.  never coming back again.

“write something every day for one year.”

day#238

8.26.10

she passed out in my bed and i was glad when she left.  my love burns out like a flame.  she read my blog and sent me a text “we shouldn’t see each other anymore, it sounds like you’ve found someone new.”  new jersey.  iowa.  new york city.  seattle.  los angeles.  summer getting over yeah it’s over again before it began you knew it in a touch and a kiss that you wanna let her go.  what i am supposed to do?  inscribe on the internets text messages carnal rhymes vulnerable eyes.  she’s got a boyfriend now.  and she’s married with children.  and you are 31 text messaging with drunk college girls at 140 in the morning.  alone at the keyboard you type.

“write something every day for one year.”

day#237

8.25.10

she said you were incredible.  incredible.  another day kisses you from 4am beyond.  you can beat the heat if you sleep underground.  underground.  i yawn wide and smoke a pipe.  acid reflex hiccup dishes.  it’s late and i like being alone.

“write something every day for one year.”

day#236

8.24.10

after dinner we rolled around on venice beach getting pacific sand everywhere.  the moon was full.  the waves were high.  couples went for walks on the pier.  and we were together.  i fell into a bliss.  i still got sand in my hair.

“write something every day for one year.”

day#235

8.23.10

i must admit i’m in a kinda afterglow awe right now.  it doesn’t always feel like this.  the moon looked full as it was rising over hollywood.  i took the cahuenga pass to the 101 north and got off at laurel canyon.  parked my truck on ventura blvd across the street from katsuya.  walked through traffic to a 45minute wait for 1.  outside they were celebrating a japanese festival (odon, i think it was called) fishing for little balloons in water.  i went for a walk across the la river.  there was construction going on with detours, temporary walkways and bridges to cross.  the moonlight shined on the los angeles river.  we exchanged texts and you said you would come meet me even though you already ate with your family.  i changed the reservation to a party of two and i waited with my blackberry on a bench outside.  it was a warm night in the san fernando valley.  from the moment you arrived everything got better and it was perfect.  after dinner we went to the firefly got a drink and a seat on the couch.  sauvignon blanc and a mojitio.  your wide almond eyes, your hand on my thighs and your kiss on my lips.  dancing on the streets walking back to your car.  we stayed in your honda and listened to freebird till it was 3am.  the moonlight glistening off your cheek in my hand.  i can feel it coming in the air tonight. . . phil collins sang and we smiled and we laughed and we kissed and we gazed and we couldn’t say goodbye just yet.  and when you kiss someone and touch someone like you really mean it.  true affection.  back at my truck on ventura blvd, goodbye and goodnight and good morning.  laurel canyon winding through the hills becoming crescent blvd in hollywood.

“write something every day for one year.”

day#234

8.22.10

5am in bed with a purple pocket notebook and a pen and a pipe got nothing on.  scribbling away till the dawn.  poetry is a lifestyle.

“write something every day for one year.”

day#233

8.21.10

i told her i was like peter pan.  we were chatting on facebook for hours.  we got real.  we got deep.  we got hot.  i wrote her poems and sang her songs.  and we haven’t even met yet.