if any
fucking fuck
ever
talked to any of the women in my life
like that, that piece of shit creep,
i would punch him the fucking nose
and i am not a nose punching
kind of guy.
it is long past time,
for decent people,
especially men,
to stand the fuck up.
I don’t always have to like these
i don’t know if i like this one
right now
it’s cool that i accidentally did that fancy thing that fancy music majors do when they use weird rhythms
and yes i’m proud that i didn’t do it on purpose
per se
but i don’t know what this feeling is here:
a waiting
an unresolved
an unknown
somewhere always winding
and no resolution
unresolved
unresolved mystery
i don’t have to like these
or even do a good job
or love them
or do them at all
earlier this month i had the opportunity to camp beside redwood creek in redwood national & state parks… was by far one of the most archetypically beautiful places i’ve ever been. I brought my ukelele!
turn yr world
upside down
get a little picture
put it in a little globe
someday
none
will read this
all will be reviled
all mystery disabled by
tyrant children
mastermind
forget
lets get
high up on the roof
for rising water
of sleep
so deep
the dive
into the alive
that i forgot
it’s not
what i wrote
to you
what i spoke either
quiet places
so left out
in the course of
any normal day
i like the idea of playing with
not songs
not there at a ll
but want to maybe live inside one moment
for long enough
to make it not forget
able
wish i was closer to you
through
that
honestly