this sums it all up today

there is sound connected to this link
so although it's work safe - watch that volume

http://www2.b3ta.com/sleepy-kittens/

(no subject)

it's a do your homework sort of night
as i go through writing journals nd books to find grants and magazines and anthologies to send work out to
sometimes - i feel so inept at all of this
then again, i cannot not do it
so somewhere along the line, past or present, my caft has to get good enough for me
i wonder sometimes
if my taste is different than other peoples
things that get cheers often leave me cold
and i am left wondering
if that is what i should aspire to
then again
aspiring to my self
my own goals and what it feels like when a piece hits on all cyliners

i want to ride these poems til the wheels fall off
til the star fall halfway down
like your socks
before bed
revealing the hidden skin
that daytime holds secret

there i go
chain smoking words
lighting one right after the other
soon
the house will burn down

all that's left
is ashes
that smell like jasmine
looking like moondust
asteroids crumbled under clumsy feet