Monthly Archives: November 2009

Week 32, Day 224 – “I Call You A Liar”

November 20, 2009

I Call You A Liar

hello mother
you promised me a good life
but all has not gone as you told me
worked hard
and kept a good attitude
was nice to everyone I came across
but they back stabbed me
and moved on (and up)
while I sit here (no where)

and rachael
you said we could work it out
if we just tried
i went to shrinks
and meetings
and tried to listen more (better)
but what i heard was shit
and that is where we are now
i hate you more than ever
and you hate me too
talking just made it worse
brought the hatred out

and god
if I put my faith in you
i would be blessed
well
i don’t feel blessed
i am lonely
alone
and no good news coming

i call you a liar
all of you
all of you, who got my hopes up
and disappointed

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Week 32, Day 223 – “I Gotta Pee”

November 19, 2009

I Gotta Pee

I gotta pee
I gotta pee real bad
I’ll be right back after I pee

yeah that’s better

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Week 32, Day 222 – “Good Luck”

November 18, 2009

Good Luck

deuces wild
geese’s child
your in luck
you wacky duck
the dice are rolling
so let’s go bowling
and have a drink
’cause man you stink
and I need to be drunk
to put up with this punk

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Week 32, Day 221 – “Aurora”

November 17, 2009

Aurora

the dawn of my life
and light of the northern sky
once danced together

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Week 32, Day 220 – “Chicago”

November 16, 2009

Chicago

the city made itself my home
forced me to love it

a new neighborhood every night
I was a player

comedy, art, music, the cubs
pizza and hot dogs

beach, water front, and downtown parks
connected subways

obama went off to dc
and he changed the world

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Week 32, Day 219 – “Campus Town”

November 15, 2009

Campus Town

went off to college
and had fun, fun, fun
’til my daddy took the keyboard away
damn keyboards
and what the hell is this internet thing
mosaic and I type what again
magic the gathering and screwdrivers
I worked fast food
on every block of green st.
’til I found my will
my salvation from the king of burgers
so I worked in a TV set
and in chambers
recording whatever I saw or heard
it was a start of something
that took me to where I am now
which was not where I was heading
when I moved to campus town
but who wants to be a physics geek anyway

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Week 32, Day 218 – “Urbana”

November 14, 2009

Urbana

the second city of the two U of I cities
smaller, slower to move
but a hippy hangout too
pot and house parties
and a rooming house
with 14 different freaks
man, I miss those people
the ways of Urbana are different
not less better, but different
I enjoyed darts at the Embassy
and music at the Iron Post
a library that felt like a library should
and brick roads with tree lined streets
all fun, and neat and sweet corn festivals
and farmers markets
in a dead mall parking lot
and the station where I was booked
and the courthouse where I paid
the fine for saying fuck the man
and losing
to many first, some good and some better

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Week 31, Day 217 – “Champaign”

November 13, 2009

Champaign

party half of the two cities
divided by the U
Champaign was my home for years
and some days I miss it
live music most every night
sometimes hard to pick the go to show
outdoor dinner downtown
or maybe some thin crust and pool
many friends made and still remembered
always a new crop yearly in a university town
good friends, good food and good music
what more is there?

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Week 31, Day 216 – “Retired”

November 12, 2009

Retired

The smell of fresh espresso was enough to wake me up today. As I walked in the coffee shop, Jerry greeted me with a big “Hello.”  He must have gotten an extra shot in his cappuccino, because it was much too early to be this chipper. “So what’s up?” I asked as I sat down.  Jerry looked over at me with a big smile and said, “I don’t think I’m going to be seeing you here anymore.  I’m done. I’m through with all of it. I’m retired.”

“You just up and quit?”

“Yep, that’s what happened,” he explained.  “Sat at my desk and thought about what was really important to me, and that job just didn’t make the list.”

“Don’t mean to question, but I didn’t think you made enough money to be retiring at your age.”

“Well, I guess I’m not really retiring, more just changing my focus.  I’ve always wanted to publish a magazine, so I got what money I had together, and I’m going to give it a go.”

“The next Business Week?” I supposed.

“No, you’ve got it all wrong,” Jerry corrected.  “I’m going to write about the important things: sex, Cubs, and rock-n-roll.  A magazine about the life.  About the life I want to be living.”

I could see he was looking for approval, asking with his eyes, if I understood, if I felt his passion.  To be honest, it seemed like a big mistake to give up a good job for something so frivolous.  “That’s great,” I said.  “I’m glad that you are living your dream.”

I never saw Jerry after that, but I still check the news stands.

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Week 31, Day 215 – “Scratch”

November 11, 2009

Scratch

buffalo shit smells
in big piles on the prairie
stepping out to enjoy some nature
and there goes that pair of shoes
should’a, would’a worn boots today
if I’d known about your lies
thought we’d get together
just you and I, like the young days
and maybe, you know, frolic
like we used to
but you were back spreading fertilizer
which stinks but helps the grass grow
in spring through summer
you were kind of like that
a stinking fucking mess
that I needed to help grow

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