October 3, 2009
No, I Am Not Dead
no, I am not dead
not while I can still think and dream and weep
no, I am not dead
I can still feel the sore knees and back aches
and the pain in my gut
without a center
no, I am not dead
I am still running through the cornfield
leaves ripping my arms
leaving a trail of blood on black earth
the earth where I was born
and will be reborn
out of the twister torn wreckage
I will be reborn
remove the limbs
tear down start again
and build my dream house with better plans
I am Brian Paris
and, no, I am not dead
I am a perennial in this annual field
October 2, 2009
To Write Weller
learnt new technologies
to write weller
no longer spent in basics
i can more write all day
and move it on up
October 1, 2009
All Knowing
i knew everything
just before sleeping
dreamt all powerful
but in the morning
it was forgotten
and I was just left
with something missing
September 30, 2009
One Year
the year before last
i found the height
and fell
fell past the ground
fell past the chasm
into the still lake muck
where the bullheads
eat their fallen fellows
since then it’s been
one year and still not steady
on dry land baking
mud coat crusting off
unbound but not homeward
September 29, 2009
Out Running
Drive so fast
to out run death
it always seems to catch
the ones behind me
September 28, 2009
Wet Grass
got to water the grass
to grow in the desert
the only green around
for a perfect picnic
with sandwiches and punch
too bad the grass is wet
September 27, 2009
Minger
minger, minger
dirty blues singer
ugly fuck
is better than
no fuck
unless the minger
wilts your dick off
September 26, 2009
Sick Day
no morning caffeine
withdrawal headaches
and a sick day
time to go to bed
and start tomorrow
September 25, 2009
Ever
ever?
forever?
for forever?
never.
September 24, 2009
Hello
hello, is this thing on
step up to the mic and spit
rhyme your life’s troubles
until they go away
