Lola

Hey, hey we're the monkeys!

The Monkeys in the barn yard

So I was told
that I should desire
by being desireless.

Sounds easy...

Michigan Barn Skeleton

Highly saught after, rarely seen -
The elusive barn skeleton.

~photo taken by my friend Lily :)

Really, who's standards ARE we trying to live up to anyway?

Pour the Cognac ~ this is called brainstorming...I have no idea what it means! hah.

Slice of Watermelon,
Juicy escapee
running down your chin.

Arched back,
Soft conversation
Breathy serenade
in liason.

I'd make you dinner
if you could take me.
Bury your face in my neck
I'll pour the cognac.

You know I can't
take constructive criticism.
Tell my pride to have
a seat.
Because it isn't you,
it's just me.

All of a sudden
I think of
Alex P. Keaton
for absolutely no reason.
I need my chucks,
something to put my tired feet in.

John and Yoko

I have love like this.

When I was living at home, I had this picture cut out of a Rolling Stone Magazine and taped to my wall. I always thought this was the most beautiful thing I ever saw.

a little bit of ash
in my face
keeps me warm

~I don't know who said it, but it makes sense to me.

~Death Cab for Cutie

Cup your mouth
to compress the sound
Skinny dippin with the kids from
a nearby town
Everything I said was true
as the flashes blinded us in
the photo booth

Back gnawing

I sometimes wonder
why women are such
bitches?

Why they are back biters
and why they do mean things
when they have an issue
with you?

Like asking everyone in the office
except you
if they can pick up lunch
for them.

Then they leave you all alone,
while they go as a group to
pick it up.

I sometimes wonder
why I've been given
this wonderful
love
and then you have to leave
and I don't get to feel
your warm body next to
mine in the morning
before work.

Or do fun things together
like road cruising
and trespassing.
Or just being together
in general
listening to tunes
or enjoying silence.

The thought rolling
around in my head
that is making it hard
to have fun is that
I know you'll be
away for a whole month.
Even though I know you
have to go.
Just get it over with.
I need you.

I sometimes wonder
where my head is
and
why I forget to write things
in my check book
and
then make it so I
can't afford to buy a gift
for the wedding I'm supposed
to go to this weekend
unless I put it on credit.

Seems like a dumb thing to
charge to me because
everyone knows
that they won't
stay together anyway.

I feel like having a tear.
Maybe it's time to go
on break and get some
fresh air.

chilled wine please

Chilly Air is setting in now.
36 degrees is what the bank
marquee read on my way to work
this morning.

I wore two jackets and some gloves
and turned the heat in the stomper
up enough to make me sleepy.

It kind of feels good to slip on pants
and socks and feel cozy.

I went for a walk today and watched
the leaves and the acorns drop
from the trees around the lake.

I stopped to wonder
what ever became of my lost cat,
Asa
I hope you're warm wherever you are.

Last night we filled the disc changer
with jazz and stayed in to play.
Hibernating does have it's advantages.
Bring on the snow.
(Not to mention the Billie Holiday
and riesling)

True Sight

The anatomy of the eye...
sclera,
iris,
pupil.

On the surface
each part
has a name
but
without the
labels,
it's the miracle of
sight.

Sight...
at a glance
they are
one part green,
two parts brown.

Seeing...
Knowing...
looking not at
you
but into you.

I see my
reflection
in you.
True sight.

...October Light

Jesus, etc.

Jesus, don't cry
You can rely on me honey
You can combine anything you want

I'll be around
You were right about the stars
Each one is a setting sun

Tall buildings shake
Voices escape singing sad sad songs
Tuned to chords strung down your cheeks
Bitter melodies turning your orbit around

Don't cry
You can rely on me honey
You can come by any time you want

I'll be around
You were right about the stars
Each one is a setting sun

Tall buildings shake
Voices escape singing sad sad songs
Tuned to chords strung down your cheeks
Bitter melodies turning your orbit around

Voices whine
Skyscrapers are scraping together
Your voice is smoking
Last cigarettes are all you can get
Turning your orbit around

Our love
Our love
Our love is all we have

Our love
Our love is all of God's money
Everyone is a burning sun

Tall buildings shake
Voices escape singing sad sad songs
Tuned to chords strung down your cheeks
Bitter melodies turning your orbit around

Voices whine
Skyscrapers are scraping together
Your voice is smoking
Last cigarettes are all you can get
Turning your orbit around

Last cigarettes are all you can get
Turning your orbit around
Last cigarettes are all you can get
Turning your orbit around

~Wilco