creative is messy
Posted: November 9th, 2014, 1:42 pm
the table top in here is covered with pencils and papers and pad and scissors and sketchbooks= unfinshed painting of yestersday-there is no sense in the modern way of life= clocks and appts and food supply -water=-gasoline-broke as all get out- and it is raining - gray-
not one of the greatest colors- at least for me-
it seems like such a long time ago when i went to that healing class in lake tahoe with the cajun drummer- cp spooner- we were living above the 'buzzards roost 'in carneilan bay= could see the lake and all that-mountains-
i worked at cal neva lodge in the shrimp bar- it was rumored that cary grant was a part owner-
and he was-
in those days we stole quite a bit of caviar and lobster and all kinds of stuff- my cousin richard was head of shipping and receiving-so we did nto starve or freeze-cp was a firecracker- he hated 4th of july because he was in nam and he jumped when firecrackers went off- he liked to get real drunk and sleep with women he didnt know- he was a drummer bummer and a plumber-our deal was - i paid the rent- he paid for the fun and the other stuff- well that cadallic stayed in the yard for about a month with flat tires and - when he got a gig - he drank it all up-
then he invited me to thanksgiving with the band and one of the women tells me he slept with both of them-
i went home and found that stupid gun we got for ten dollars and i was going to shoot him-
and i shot the gun- but missed- i often wonder how the spirits helped me that day- i could have killed him.
i was 18.
soon he got his- he robbed the bar beneathe the apt and drank as much as he could- and then got busted.
the cop said' what are you doing with him?'
i left him after that.
he found me in ny once-
i found him once in oakland
but we had been lost for awhile
i never could spread my stuff all out anywhere i lived- cept here- without the being sentenced to the garage or to 'clean it all up' before the bitch gets home.
ok so maybe there is a reason why i am here after all
not one of the greatest colors- at least for me-
it seems like such a long time ago when i went to that healing class in lake tahoe with the cajun drummer- cp spooner- we were living above the 'buzzards roost 'in carneilan bay= could see the lake and all that-mountains-
i worked at cal neva lodge in the shrimp bar- it was rumored that cary grant was a part owner-
and he was-
in those days we stole quite a bit of caviar and lobster and all kinds of stuff- my cousin richard was head of shipping and receiving-so we did nto starve or freeze-cp was a firecracker- he hated 4th of july because he was in nam and he jumped when firecrackers went off- he liked to get real drunk and sleep with women he didnt know- he was a drummer bummer and a plumber-our deal was - i paid the rent- he paid for the fun and the other stuff- well that cadallic stayed in the yard for about a month with flat tires and - when he got a gig - he drank it all up-
then he invited me to thanksgiving with the band and one of the women tells me he slept with both of them-
i went home and found that stupid gun we got for ten dollars and i was going to shoot him-
and i shot the gun- but missed- i often wonder how the spirits helped me that day- i could have killed him.
i was 18.
soon he got his- he robbed the bar beneathe the apt and drank as much as he could- and then got busted.
the cop said' what are you doing with him?'
i left him after that.
he found me in ny once-
i found him once in oakland
but we had been lost for awhile
i never could spread my stuff all out anywhere i lived- cept here- without the being sentenced to the garage or to 'clean it all up' before the bitch gets home.
ok so maybe there is a reason why i am here after all
