everybody loves a dog with a cone on its head,
beside the white plums,
so delicate, so svelte,
grazed by light, lime water.

i'm having difficulty figuring
out the chords to
"get me to the church on time".
i have to learn it for the play.
music used to be so much
more complex and rich.

***
apprehension and dread.

tommorrow:
meeting a fellow in the parking lot
to buy a guitar.

***

what if dubya rolls about and out
of bed and says
"i am going to look into renewable forms of energy"
then what do we do?

are you a real man?

take the testes.

cannot sleep.
there's a real dryness to the mouth.
parchment paper chafing the lip.
dry as a desert bone.
must remember to find a pebble and
suck on it.
old indian trick from the movies.
look! up,
a head on the road!
cannot believe.
there's a madness in these hills.

moron these ventures and more.
tommorrow.

it'll be any day now,
up from the grass to burst yellow forth,
pushing up roses,
coming up roses underneath,

and,
as the soldiers heed the call,
you let the weather bring you down,

before the sun rises i,
get up my eyes and go to sleep,
and its still flailing,
showering,
splash through,
the puddles don't seem that deep,

under a dark and glowing hillside,
somewhere green,
somewhere warm,
life is teeming, going on,
forests come, forests go,

under a darkened, growing hillside,
somewhere green,
somewhat warm,
life is teeming, growing on,
forests come and forests go.

oh look! this old kitty

marmarouladen is
soooo happy there is
a big-screen version of The A-Team
currently in production!

and also happy
the breeders are on last call!

i have returned with a
fare tail.

a very kind friend gave me his
Propellerheads' Reason shirt.

deal is,
i gatta write the
fellow a song.

fair enough.

peep

not one!

not one more word 'til someone
sends
or hands me some
of that there
voice recognition software.