Sitting here I've lost focus my eyes linger here pause there flit from one thing to the next the simplest sound draws my attention the air conditioner whirring a bird outside rustling leaves leaves so green the carpet is green as well it's very dirty carpet perhaps someone should clean it? who should? the janitor? I've heard he is crazy yes... I've lost my focus ... ...
Hello out there. Just figured I would say hello to the blogging world out there as I have been absent for quite some time. I finally got a call back from a store I applied to and I'm getting an interview tomorrow. I'm nervous but confident, and most of all, I am looking forward to the $$ As of late I've been listening to quite a lot of music. Classical mostly. I have come across a truly transcendent epiphany in discovering the great Reinissance composer Gesualdo, thanks ...
Updated 08-31-2010 at 12:04 AM by DanielBenoit
A prisoner Refusing to look out Urged to hammer That centrepiece That sole tarnished furniture of steel And deafen the desolate corners Crush its contents Of a life of waste— Of chores and churning stomachs Of a mirror and the morning papers Of fences and flights of stairs Of clashes and clasped hands. A prisoner Pondering on a cigarette’s worth Urged to indignation ...
Late summer wheezing A bike on a garden path Sun soaked sweaty back. Got a call for a Job interview; tomorrow Got hit by a car. Hair needs some trimming. For my job, my back, my days Autumn better bless.
Just give me this, I beg you. Here, sag this bosom Clomp that boot on my breast Mar this body, lash these thighs With your luscious whip. Conjure a smile on my face But that would be too much. In this succulence I thrive I, the old everglade Not minding the muck How could I? Just don’t keep me dry.