and I’m all out of jokes.
March 31, 2014
first little flying bug of the season
it’s dead now.
I took it’s life
as it was crawling across my computer screen.
as if my life were so important.
I can be such an asshole.
February 12, 2012
“Have you found Jesus?”
I didn’t know he was lost but I can start looking right away if needed.
or
no, but when you do remind him he still owes me fifty bucks from the last poker game.
Old jokes to be sure but I thought I should come across with something.
July 5, 2011
I am fairly certain that I became an artist for the pussy. I learned that when you successfully sell a show there is even more pussy. Getting girls to come into my studio (where there was a bed) was never a problem and then getting them naked was even easier. Tons of pussy in painting if you do it right.
When I got tired of the pussy I stopped painting and took up jazz for the ass it provided.
Poetry has never gotten me laid except by my wife and that is only a maybe. I think it could but I am not interested in that – only the poetry itself.
Playing guitar also never really got me laid – and these are the things I continue to do to this day – guitar and poetry – guitar less so and poetry more so.
Also Ukulele.
the platitudes of willful resemblance 