coney island of the mind

Oh it was a spring

for a friend

i've been thinking about a friend
hoping you're alright
it's not your job that makes us friends
more than it's the girls that made us guys

remember when we found out together
that's it's not all about being right.
and remember when we held it together
on our two feet in the middle of the night.

i've been talking to myself
hoping that's alright
cause it's not plans that make us change
it's probably something existential in our minds

because it's never been about all the women
who shook our hands as friends and gave us wives
i think feuerbach would probably say about us
experience and progress saved our lives!

easy does it.

complicated

growing up but staying young (sleeping in and having fun)
making plans to stay in love, but moving around just because

waking up to better days. spending the summer in a haze.
making noise for you-know-who, thinking about my baby loux.

it's getting a little complicated
and maybe i was never alone
all i know is it's getting a little complicated
you gotta hang loose, hang loose
cause maybe we're home

of the other;

one day. i'll have written about everything.

of the self;

one day, i'll write about everything.

cannery row

i spent the day walking around cannery row.
thinking of that stink, that poem.
of steinbeck and mack and the boys.

it was spiritual and no one really understood.

friday

we spent our last hours together doing what we always do.
lying down and making plans.

in monterey

i think a john steinbeck saga would be great.

new hope

prufrock

we have lingered in the
chambers of the sea,
by sea-girls wreathed with
seaweed red and brown,
till human voice wake us,
and we drown

-t.s. eliot