Friday, September 28, 2012


I started to write then thought
What for?
I should be asleep
It's twenty til four
I'm awake but I'm tired
I'm awake and I'm wired
Laying in bed with all of these toys
As long as I'm quiet
And don't make any noise
I'll sleep when I'm ready
I'll sleep.... when.... I..... zzzzzzzzz-zzzzzzz-zzzzzzzzzz



Right here in my head is a football field!
Yes, that's what I said.
Its grass is green and perfectly kept
Seats clean
Walkways swept
No one is here
Just me
All alone
Flat in the middle
Dead as stone
No game today
For that matter none
It's my field
This one in my head
And I don't like football.
Yes, that's what I said.

Sunday, September 16, 2012

I Didn't Write Much

But I promise I will.  It's time to start writing and posting.  Fuck Facebook.   That's not a good place to write.   That's a place to be a rock star or whatever bullshit you wish to feed the world.  Here is where I will write... Yep...

A Dream

You are my love

my private dream

a quiet hope

I carried in my heart
It roamed with me for years

and knows all the stories I know

it’s seen everything I’ve seen
You are my love

small, quiet

bigger than Montana

I'm Not On Tour...

Perhaps I named this wrong. Or maybe not. I'm not on tour but in all honesty, all the times I was I just didn't post anything. Why? I'll tell you why. It's because when I'm on tour everything goes away and all that exists is the moment. That moment can be one second or it could be a week. It could be a day or two months. Time doesn't really exist. Maybe because each day is a different town, state or country. I'm not sure. What I do know is it's a drug. It's really better than anything. Well... I'm sure it's not really. I'm positive that love and family is number one on that list but when you have nothing, it's certainly the best thing.

I really should have posted then. I didn't. I will try now... even before massive travel. For now I will post a simple poem. I miss her. So much. There is no one to tell... no one who would simply be quiet and listen so I will let it out here... in this place that no one will ever see but still... it's here...

At last you exhale

I still cannot breath
Your song is hope

Mine we leave 

Hush now

Let her sleep
Touch her face softly

Once more

Only in dream 

It's okay to cry

This time
Just don't let them see 


Now hush