End of day review

Paid rent for last week and this week, good till next weds.
Went with Marshaune to the unurban- had some coffee and talked.
We were going to play paddle tennis but he was tired from work so went home to sleep.
Possibly I may go over there to work out later.
I read the Lefsetz letter, made me consider retiring from music, or at least take a hiatus long enough to figure out a way to make a living.

cheap hotel

rather be out on a fancy boat
instead i gotta listen to ya clearin' ya throat

end of day review

tried out for film in hollywood
bought mangos bananas trail mix apple at sunset / vine t joes
veggie burger at fatburger sm blvd
whole foods sm/ fairfax
bus back

I remember her caring

I remember her caring
about me, about the others
and adventure
she always
used words
thinking and then speaking.
I remember her diving in the cold cold water
and coming up with crawdads
that we later ate!
enthusiasm
a voice never stifled
i remember her caring
now she is
a poet.

THE GOD OF THE BIBLE IS NOT LORD OF THE COSMOS

In reality
There are no rules
But consequences come
For those that act like fools
There is an energetic wall
We are allowed to tap into.
A source
For all who hunger.
The god of the bible hints at this
Then steps away from grace
Leaving a punk rock tale of confusion
And developmentally delayed prophets chasing tails.
To fare well in the game
Is not to obey every single commandment
Without thought
Blindly stumbling on down a deceiving isle
And spitting against the winds
Sometimes life is all about contradictions
And the only laws to follow
Are the laws of the heart.

Beginner's mind

POETRY FROM A BEGINNING MIND
THE INABILITY TO ASK
Has become
The monster
In my closet
Gazing at the wall
Hoping and dreaming
That she will read my thoughts
That they will hear my cries
And interrupt with me with a dollar
Or a kiss
This poverty engulfs my soul
And it’s worse then yours
Or so it feels
Worse then anyones
The starving
Infidels
Bandits
At least have a weapon
They shall not hesitate to use
My weapon is belief
That is all but dried up
Like clothes hanging naked
In the overwhelming sun

Work!!

I LONG TO BE A GOOD WORKER
When you’re a good worker
Nobody cares what your resume looks like
Or what is on your social media sites
Or how many months you’ve been unemployed
I long to work like the mexican man in my building
Drilling holes in the wall
With a smile on his face
Is he seeing something
Us heavy hearted gringos are missing
I saw two garbagemen in amsterdam
Jogging down the street
Picking up
Trashbags and slinging them over their shoulder
Hopping onto the truck
And back into the street again
My favorite job was working at an airport
Hoisting baggage into planes
Why did that feel so useful?
Chopping tomatoes and onions at a restaurant
Manual labor wouldn’t be so bad
If you didn’t have to do it full time to survive