life is messy

[creativesoul]

sometimes when i wake up
thinking about a hotel room
way back in the past
those little glass ashtrays

vibrating bed
the sound of plastic
fan on the ceiling
while sleeping
how decisions made
that day
still affect me
at four in the morning
towels on the floor-

[the mingo]

hell yeah, Mongolia!

[Shem]

Past rooms, always refracting light,
decisions of the moment, years past
reflecting into the present.
How can you revise the decisions
of you’re younger self?
Would you if given the chance?
Where we have been shapes who we are
But does not define it.
A tarnished mirror, throwing back
Inconsistent light.
What have I done,
What have I done?

[creativesoul]

certainly not enough
just when i think
it is over
i have had it
hope comes in the door like a ghostly fisherman
i have a live in editor and chemical dependency counselor now
i feel like a movie star
have to smoke weed with my higher power
alone
write a boook
dont tell the truth
dont say anything real on facebook
these are what my critics say today
so i have no where to go
but that hotel room
i wish i had that body although
not unhappy with the oceanic version of a stand up
paddling chick
the other people say- ill give you thirty thousand for your sixty
so i have to pack my bags leave this rock and go find a fucking judge
before i leave i will buy bubba s tee shirts
'we cheat attirneys, drunks and tourists'
my life finally works here
and i have to go deal with shit
pure shit
but i wish for the pleasures of that room