I wake with Maxwell god of liquid inspiration in the morning and i start my day with my boots stepping forward toward my best efforts to face the world
as an eager to learn student with a sponged brain
number 2 pencils at the ready
just in case i have to stab this world that is just a substitute teacher of bullshit

Remember when Xmas was like this?

Diogenes who?

a long time ago someone once told me in deep conversaton that we walk with people who are not meant for this earth and we are fotunate to even have one of them cross our paths
they walk and wander enriching the lives of everyone they encouter
going from place to place staying for only a short time
its a burden to them to try to keep them in anyway shape or form
he stamped out his smoke blowing the cloud from his nose warning me that i was one of those people to let it go and keep moving
next town
next country
next plain
forget about it all and let me buy you a drink you not above that brother
i could use that pint more than ever these days it seems

Big Brother Where Art Thou

Google added a dashboard feature to gmail accounts where you can see a many number of things, i was expecting to feel violated instead i found old chats logs which i had to read for shits and giggles
much hasnt’ changed in the time from then til now
im not sure if thats a bad thing or not

How will you live John?

with whatever papers i could put together i went over to the office of this health care provider to see what my options were since my company sold me out when i moved back
like most people these days if the job doesnt’ cover it we fall to the statistics of losing it or just having a candle to light that sickeness passes your living quarters
the woman looked over pay stubs, my passport and birth certificate and asked me about my expenses
i gave her the skinny on my utilities and rent
so with a concerned face and broken accent she asked me how do i live?
in my best john rambo answer
i said day by day

More Forks the Better

With all the shops being closed around me more giving up the ghost to the trending new york city way its coming into light that why should i be any diffrent
board up these windows, pack up whats left
hoist the anchors and cut the ropes
the winds have chosen otherwise it seems
all the lives to lead
theres schedules to keep
priorities to be met
procrastination only passes time until the ineveitable finally grins
fighting it only wears a fighter thin
no matter how good of a right hook you have
fucking bastards have one hell of a chin and never hear the bell

To Whom it May Concern 124

Dear You,
i find myself listening to that song you used to drill into my head pushing the back button on the cd player of the car,
it is a brilliant song i wish i could string lyrics like that even the tune still gets stuck in my head
by no means does it remind me of you though it reminds me more of how i used to love this city before the lion king mounted it
this place was gorgeous to look at , full of life, culture and if it walked into a room it would light it up instantly
i guess if you asked jesus about judas he might say the same thing leading up to that whole kiss on the cheek -thirty pieces of silver fiasco
and we both know how that turned out
Be Well,
Me

Suggestion for Some even the non-Yankee

My take on florida

Confessions of the October Addict

We all sat in the freezing cold leaving our beer right next to our legs just in case we had to run ..our ears glued to the piece of shit radio that kept cutting in and out that damien stole …
most of us worked all week and had work early the next morning it didnt’ seem to matter at that point we were young
i had one of johns gloves on my right hand so i could smoke with my left we shared gloves in those days it was easier to hold a beer when it was twenty degrees
six girls piled into the back of relos’ tiny car you could hear him yelling for them to shut the fuck even though you could hear the radio broadcast from inside his car four blocks away
drunk off the green bottles of beer that littered the benches and john sterlings’ voice the potheads complained in the background none of us would move
most of us were not alive to see the folklore grow during the golden age only misery of pinstripes
our catcher pitching
nobody is in centerfield
george bell hit 2 off the upper deck everytime he strolled into town
donnie baseball winning a batting title on a last place team
this is what we knew of new york baseball
the streets were humming right now
even the always quiet houses were awake with something
stumbling to the store the televisions were in unison on every block
we all knew who mariano rivera was long before the rest of the planet did
john wetteland then the foul ball
charlie hayes may be only a footnote in baseball history but to some of us he just might be a bullet in dallas

Layovers

With this dreadful week at a close putting numbers behind me at least for a day a two is a huge weight off my back and shoulders
revisiting old music a bit also adds to wanderlust
i really hated winter park but its crossed my mind a few times no reason for it really theres a warrant with with my name on it there
my scooter, myself and a starbucks red eye sitting there staring at a walgreens before i hit the curved tree lined backroad to work
not thinking about work at all
as a nice collection of menthol fillters collect in the ashtray
thoughts were always about this city that might as well been camelot to me in my memory
go figure
by no means am i looking to run or go walkabout again
a serious holiday is needed for these nine digits
not even from the faces i love here
treading new or old scenery helps every so often it just become part of my dna
los angeles even sounds rather good at this point
til then its saturday
galahad stills holds court around thes parts