so i havent posted anything anywhere in a while so how bout some type stylie freestyle



she breathed in like
jesus himself were stroking
her gut and i felt
small by comparison to
the size of the knife
that would be poking
out of my pelt
and thats when i saw
that seat belts
are for n00bs like
helmets with trikes
are for b00bs
cuz with some risk
comes something to show
for being somewhat apart
of the great glow
and gloss we like to
call life
and the sparks
that tear and burn
skin so readily
when the eye watches
the moment of contact
can turn and bring back
that sense of earning
a moment to wax
like some kind of hack
over a one night
stand that ultimately
means less than
pissing in a cup, to me.

im actually just bitter that the steelers lost. fuckin fags. i hate football. lets see if ican make something out of the trash that just spewed forth mere seconds before:

philosophically speaking i can take on
only so muc- nope. lets start again. this is basically a blog about the creative effort as it applies in realtime.

she breathed out as though
god himself reached down and
jabbed her belly with his almighty
thumb
and for the life of me
i could not help but feel
small
beside a-

nope. not happening.

awake and understated
i fell farther, and unsated
unseated by the comforts
and comfits let slip for
between her lips came sighs
as long, tall, and wide
as a feline stroked slowly
by the finger of god, lonely
i wax philosophical and feel
the knowledge: whats real
and genuine had nothing
to do with one thing
i tried, did, or said,
but only what was in her head.


cool. that, i can live with. maybe ill work on it more. maybe i wont. for some reason i feel a little bit better about myself. i think thats what makes me a writer. unless it gets down on the page i dont feel real or complete. i feel nagged by perpetually unfinished business. always something else i should have done, always something more i should have said or noted. personally this is not that much creative as necessary. i honestly couldnt sleep because of one line and that one line turned into a peace of art? maybe. doubtful. i would say 90% of what i have to say is practically brain vomit. well maybe not that much. maybe like 50% i'd even go so high as 70% but lets just hope that the 30% is what gets here.