you know what I hate?
this feeling that I will never walk the streets of Fells Point again. How the hell do I know anything. After all these years of clicking my ruby red heels together I still don't want to give up this feeling of not knowing what is next. I think I know so much, that is why I am a freak for poetry, for words, I still believe they are magic and I really will win the lottery, find true love, sail around the world alone, write like Kerouac, I am tired of reading the writng on the wall
Man I may be having too much fun
I hate emoticons they are such chick things.
Poets are like cowboys
they always make me a little nervous
genuis don't neccessarily make for good guys
shit look at Bukowski
and Heidegger
Nietzsche was a good guy I am sure of it.
a little wacked but still a good guy
I worry I should try to sound hip
you are not as feisty as rev rabbit
but still I never know how you will take me
better than I take myself
probably
but if we were to be friends as if this was facebook
I hope Travis McGee was right about a friend being someone who you can say any tomfool thing to and still remain friends
Yeah who am I sto say
next year in Jeruselam or mule shoe texas maybe
will crack open a bottle of a cheap rose' and chew the fat face to face
