exercise #1 - free write

détail de mon "spring fever"


decadent polyglot

couch potato

she's got holes in the head

joyless sexless

remember when we

could embellish?

now i need a film

a radio anything with sound

the snapping fingers

like velvet on bone

give it a beat yeah

beat the thing over the head

do what is necessary

there really is nothing to say

love is overrated

marriage isn't for everyone

thirty years

you'd think i would have learned

but i think i'm special

bilingual bipolar bisexual why not

better than this thing that sucks

better than dependance

looking at the tv all day long

it's got a big fat penis

it's fucking me up with its

sackcloth and nonsense

promotional subliminal intellectual porn

assholes with car horns

medicines to ask my doctors for

whores and wannabe whores

bios of famous people

someone said it's hard to write

with fibromyalgia and i said

oh yeah? just pick up the pen, baby

we tell it exactly like it is around here

but no one wants to hear

this loss, this self-pity

this diagnosis

everyone is tired of it

everyone is tired

get over yourself because

you ain't gonna get over it

in a million years

not in this life time

big fucking deal they found a

retrovirus no one can duplicate

let the little buggers eat

glutinous cake

self-ennui how excrutiating

this whole exercise is more joy than

sitting in a frying pan with a boiled egg

oh boy my sandwich

another cup of tea yes!

am i grateful? oh yes yes

full of gratitude the sun is out

i've got ten fingers

and a back-lit keyboard

i'm here listening to the wind if

you want to say anything

i'm listening listening

to the bloodless wind