Thursday, November 4, 2010


There was a time when I wrote.

can't remember if it was a dream.  Maybe deja vu.  Or just a drunken moment.

But there was a time.

Today, this week, tomorrow there is only red blinking lights, obnoxious alarms, and humming hardware.

self inflicted? always.
with purpose? of course.
insanity? already there.

So put me under a tree, coffee at my tips and ink in my palm.  And I will write whatever you will like.