Monday, October 31, 2005

wanderin


The same ant wanders in the sun
same as the wind & smell of autumn
same from when I was a child

the same joy
or dissapointment

the whim of desire

fullfilled or unfullfilled

and thats a lot of llll's
they seem to go on and on

some say that we are going somewhere
others say that we have already arrived

the ant don't say nothing - and I agree whole heartedly with the wind

Friday, October 14, 2005

whats gonna happen... is whats gonna happen - so relax


it can be painful - till everything jangles all loose and free
nightmares and beautiful dreams
chase each other like a strange form of intergalactic grab ass
the momentum keeps the whole thing afloat
til god knows when
thankfully
sorrowfully
forever don't exist
it was just some kinda idea

you can hold anything up
look at it
and sooner or later
it'll be profound
or stupid
boring
funny
everything and nothing

and while I'm in the pulpit I may as well sum up the Bagavad Gita...

Saturday, October 01, 2005


Summer had just ended. I had just started 5th grade after the Labor Day weekend. All of my classmates were, one by one getting up in front of class and reading their requisite "What I did last summer" story. I of course whom had a pechant for not doing silly wastefull things like homework, had no such report to give.
Who has the time for homework when you have a Donald Duck impression to work on and war scenes to draw.
So when I got up to give my report, I held a few oddly blank pages... I stood in the front of class and the tension built a few beats.
"What I did on my summer vacation. by Jade Bos
I got drunk and I fell down..."
My 5th grade teacher, Jean Claudon, had very long and sharp finger nails, I remember thinking over the din of laughter as she drug me out into the hall - she shook me like a muppet and she had this hot & spitting breath. Over the years I would come to know many a shaking woman with hot spitting breathe - that and the tear red vibrantly alive eyes - like somekinda betrayed magical animal that was beyond all comprehension - they seemed to be looking for something and thought I might have it or be keeping them from it... but I guess I always kept it well hide - red heart in a dense black tangle.
Glimpses - dreams - a clearing in the forest
a simple quiet moment
bouldless joy
for no reason at all

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