Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Alternate Guitar Tuning: EACGBE
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Monday, November 28, 2011
Fresh blank paper
Fresh blank paper
Ready to be written on.
I wonder what it will be.
A lovers poem ,
or the chords to another song.
The smell of the fresh paper
Attracts hidden brain cells
The smell of the fresh paper
A rush of gold to the best.
Fresh white paper
Looks better than the one written on.
Fresh white paper
is itself,
a piece of art.
An art that artists fulfill and lovers undo
That poets flounder in and scientists reuse.
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Money
Money. Floods from the printing press.
Think I'll buy one
Money. More is less.
't earns everyone.
Money. Is an Aeroplane.
Flies away anyway.
Think I'll fly one.
Money. Is a perfume.
't allures itself.
Think I'll put one one.
Money. Is already a painting.
No need to paint it again.
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