Well, hello hobo!
A jolly good morning to
you as well, my friend!
What kind of person,
I wonder, will think I lived
in the olden days?
A mother and child
slept on the street and I'm the
saddest I've ever been.
You can be as
conservative as you want, but
laws should be liberal.
All my dreams came true
when I married a poor man. I'd
marry him again.
I can't see the
future, but if I could I'd say
it's pretty damn bright.
We'll try the town for
awhile and if that don't work
we'll live in the woods.
Today I heard a
chirp or two that was not the
crow. It was quite nice.
The world inspires us
to inspire each other. Keep
on inspiring, girl.
He was a Tough Guy,
but he was just so tired of
being the Tough Guy.
I never thought I'd
fall in love with you, but I'm
so glad that I did.
My heart is breaking.
It's cracking apart from all
the love inside it.
Then god smote me
with karma. I had been smitten,
and now I'm humbled.
I'm thankful today.
Totally fucking thankful.
You need not care why.
Some days I can't think
of anything to say to
you, but I love you.
Long is the night.
Golden light waits, but only in
my dreams am I free.
The smell of the pines
and firs and I'm transported
into winter's dark.
Seeing the hobo
reading a book called, "Doing
Nothing" made my day.
She was refreshing,
simple and I wondered if
I'd see her again.
The tree's roots look not
like it's leaves, but they are still
of the same body.
No one need take my
soul. I freely give it away
every single day.
I've this eerie
feeling that I'm forgetting
to do something today.
The moon is a
perfect crescent tonight. Like the
kind you can hang from.
I believe in the
ideal world. For without it
we have no ideas.
Come to Ma Fortuna.
Where there's always milk to
drink from a warm breast.
Even inside the
rain feels cold and I'm lucky
to have a warm home.
Thank god for the crow.
I think he just sang my little
darling to sleep.
Life is funny. Life's
a gamble. Life's a bitch. It's
a wonderful life.
Old McDonald had
a farm and on his farm he
had a unicorn.
You know, just raising
third generation Young and
the Restless watchers.
We're still such a young
country. Young and dumb. Still
learning about ourselves.
The man didn't look
like he was from the city.
Why was he there then?
I so wish I could
go back in time and say that
whole thing differently.
The city was once
so mysterious and now
it just feels like home.
How do I give a
little bit of marvelous
to my babes each day?
When you dream tonight
I hope your dreams go a little
something like this....
I put my pants on
one leg at a time, too. I
just have cooler pants.
Global warming where
are you when I need you?
(Insert grey rainy skies).
I can hear the
laughter over the nightmarish
music like a clown.
You may not always
love me, but I'll always love
you. I'm your mama.
The way that chicken
crossed the road makes me think she's
done this thing before.
Oh, my darling
daughter, if only you knew how
cool I really am.
I don't want to write
today! I don't, I say, don't!
And you can't make me!!!
I say, "Screw shame!" And
any asshole fuck that tries
to make you feel it!!
Some days I'm super
proud of myself other days
I'm not proud at all.
The wolf knocked, "Let me
come in!" "Not by the hair
on my vaggie-vag-vag!!"
Red are our hearts. White
are our souls and blue is the
sky we live under.
Whoever said
parenthood is bliss never saw
Fanboy and Chum Chum.
A word to the young:
Play, love, sing, dance, smile, laugh. In
general, have fun.
I just heard fireworks,
cheers and, from far away, the
silent sounds of a hug.
Tension is high, it's
raining cats and dogs out there,
tears will fall tonight.
What if angels were
just winged men from an alien
planet, but for real?
Yeah, I got anger
issues, but that anger comes
from a peaceful place.
If it doesn't
matter, it doesn't. If it does
matter then it does.
Yes, there are seven
deadly sins. Lest we forget
the seven virtues.
So mysterious
are your eyes. I couldn't look
away if I tried.
That's it. I'm giving
you the Black Flag. Get off the
fucking track, OLD MAN!
How'd the Crawley
girls get so lucky with two
feisty rich-bitch grandmas?
Today is another
day. Another beautiful,
beautiful day.
As ridiculous
as it is I love seeing
teenagers in love.
I just thought of the
guy with the Pepsi-Cola
tattoo on his chest.
I like the crows, but
don't worry. I didn't forget
about you, squirrel.
I don't often hear
the woodpecker pecking, but
when I do I listen.
The train sounded
urgent this morning. Like it was
worried or something.
Money doesn't care
who owns it, but, sonny, you
sure in the hell should.
My cousin once
chopped the head off a rattler,
but the snake still bit 'im.
Your kisses drive me
crazy. You touch me and I
turn to a puddle.
When I awoke there
was a note. That note might make
the rest of my days.
I am writing as
my sweet daughter watches and
takes in the movements.
The tree's colors
blended together as if they
hugged right where they stood.
I like Cleopatra.
She was a woman who
knew what she wanted.
A spell so evil
even the evilest of evil
will spook and scare.
Sitting quietly
before the storm hits summoning
my inner witch.
We can expect nothing
from our children other than
to be who they are.
I really don't mean
to be the way I am. I
just can't help myself.
Then Jesus said,
"Screw you, buddy! You're on your own."
Wait, no he didn't.
The baby's soft head
against my breast create a
warm glow all their own.
It didn't need any
scary decor. The house
was spooky enough.
Chillaxin' like
Budha at sunset, quiet,
underneath a big tree.
It's one of those days
where every person I see
is just beautiful.
As I walk this land
I feel the ancestors in
everything that breathes.
It's not just the kitchen
that's hot, honey. That heat
you feel is all me.
I like crows, horses,
buffalo, coyotes, cats,
rattlesnakes and raccoons.
I am standing in
the living room bouncing the baby
watching my soap.
I thought I knew you.
I was clearly wrong. Disappointment
hurts. Sad face.
The smell of the smoke
and the white wine together
make me like this world.
The crow sat atop
a pumpkin pecking its skin.
And the world seemed right.
Your features are sharp
like the beak, soft like the
feathers of a rare bird.
The grey falls down
around you until you become
thick in the season.
The dude next door likes
to sing out loud, but he sort
of sings like a girl
There is a way I
remember my childhood. It's
not the way it was.
Until the earth is
swallowed by a black hole and
becomes bright grey dust.
Shame and guilt are
useless emotions gifted from
the hands of others.
She was worth fighting
for like she was the only
girl left in the world.
It takes a little
longer, but by helping others
you help yourself.
There is poetry
in the air. You can smell it
darn near everywhere.
Then there is the smell
of the homemade pie cooling
on the window sill.
The season of dreams,
nostalgia, déjà vu.
The season of the witch.
As I carry my
babe, the mamas before
me carried theirs, too.
I love the way the
moon's reflection lights up the
night road's rain water.
