My last cup of coffee for the day and it is burnt. The smell coming off the mug is too much for me to have my head around.
such a shame.
I need a cigarette and an off button for my brain.
yes, both are for my brain - because smoking does nothing positive for the lungs and I hate the way it stinks up the joint.
I've been creating and writing lately but have nothing to offer here as of yet. soon, soon.
chicago poetry. poetry for a people. poetry for a moment. poetry to satiate the need. poetry of an american outlaw. poetry for the best words in their best order. poetry by Jhon Baker
Monday, February 7, 2011
Monday, in the gloaming.
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up at 4am, 3rd cup of java and my brain feelslike it will explode from the weight of my words.but i will not write on loss..so until that thought fades, i will read, read and read some more..
ReplyDeletewe'll be waiting for your words..