Thursday, May 29, 2008

there's blues in my mailbox, cause I can't get no mail

Okay, well bills/and/or spam I can get just fine...whichever mailbox you please...my poor cat is blue, cause he got an abscess and a drain and a big cone on his little head...makes me blue too. Moving is taxing, so I felt the need to write about it...
So, I wrote this today: (in the works, of course)

to build a new home

35 years of wandering
words,
and part-time, or temporary
jobs:

wait tables
guard lives
make coffee drinks
teach preschool
teach college
tutor
swim lessons
remember-names of every boss


don't
get
discouraged-
and unpack that 20 boxes of books!!

don't forget-
chainsaw art in NC
street performers on Pearl Street in Boulder
or old milk in the fridge...

adjust your cat to his new place--GOD...
Do it now!!

takecareofthebills,
makefriends, getinvolved...
what's your PROBLEM?
GET OUT OF BED!

clothes that impress
don't be late-you'll get lost,
you will, new town

find a job
painttoespumicefeetpluckeyebrows
meetnewpeople

FUCK...why did you move?

let's see...smalltowndrama
jobswithjackpay

relish each friend
each hometown
remember...haven-homes
with woods farms
playing naked on a trampoline
in LA(loweralabama)

bucking horses throw you
because you
refuse
to ride with a saddle

and your name is now "HI my name is..."
because that's all they remember