what it isn't

sunburnt hearts on memory's shore
with little thoughts of yesterday
i filled a basket with your love
you found it; you snatched it away

my salt-stained apron bore the mark
where i had wiped off dirty hand
stood in my shanty, wind-blown hair
i closed the curtain to the sand

the storm -- it raged outside my home
i heard the roaring ocean near
and then i felt contentment come
he kissed my eyes and dried my tear

the angry rain and violent wind
became the sweetest sounds i heard
with gentle whispers, one meek soul
brought in his lips the song of birds

then all at once i did forget
the pain and of my one last thought
this new love, he gathered me
within his snare my heart was caught

Oh yes, let's.

I'm pretending I don't care.
I'm pretending my heart is intact.
So lonely so lonely so lonely
I'm thinking about nothing
I don't think about you
You and her
Taking the time
Making the effort
Scheduling the plans
With the whole world of girls
Except the one

She is important to you
Her heart matters
Those feelings are real
She can't be forgotten
She is so far away
She was so close
She was this close

She did all the right things
At all the right times
Then what in your troubled heart
And what with your wild mind
Is pushing us is pushing us is pushing us
Away

Blankety blank, was that his name?

Want a cool cat?

Oh, I can't find someone to love my cool cat. I am a cool cat, my cool cat loves me and I love my cool cat. Too bad we can't be together. My cool cat can easily love another, but I cannot love another cool cat. Anyone want to feed my cool cat, he will love you proportionally. Profoundly. Pedestrianly. Wait! He is rescued from the porch. From the critters that chewed up his ankles. Ow! Those abscessed ankles. I obsess over the abscesses. Nothing a little hydrogen peroxide can't cure. Or can it? Nothing can take away our Feline Leukemia. I hope we don't have it. What can we do, Dr., what can we do, but be put down?

Are you so far from turning 30? Ages and ages away. Let's never grow old. Let's never be responsible. Wait! You own a home, don't you! Schucks! Damn responsibility! I am going to run my soul into the ground. I am going to take nun-chucks to my heart so that I can stop these bewildering words that never stop and never stop. If only I still had a desire to blog! AARRGH, as they say. Is this a blog? My sadness, my soul, my addiction to words, my lip balm, my dented Les Paul, my abscessed ankle wounds, my broken bicycle, my busted-up Lambretta...

Now I am losing my mind in a blog. It's not even a real blog, funny thing.

None to be taken seriously. Just words. Words to waste your time and yours as well. I consider deleting it all with my palm gently hovering over the mouse...