Monday, December 31, 2007

"Hands up, guns out, represent the World Town."

Sunday, December 30, 2007



between the fingers
crashing into the places
that are most virgin

white and pure, quiet
nothing is heard around me
not the cry of those
who might not see it
all they might hear is bloody
and rare and broken

silence here and there
echoes of the dark affaires
the world breaks apart

"you think it's tough now,"
"well come to Africa," now
drums unheard through pine

Tuesday, December 25, 2007

Sea Wolf

An inspiration of sorts.

The other day

I want to start a band.

Not like... that kind of band that plays places. But, the kind that is actually good for a while. I'm beginning to think that I haven't got much talent. Ok, yeah. I know I have a little, but I think it might be more represented by the help of a band. I don't care if we play somewhere. It might be fun. In front of people and all. I'm not sure what I want though. I need someone to tell me that "hey, we should start a really great band and make a lot of money."

Actually, someone did tell me that the other day. 

Never mind.