Journal 9/24/2011

pausing sacharine mistrust

in goddesses I lust

driving over a 100 miles a day

damn, I should of been a truck driver

or,a cop for I can tell make/model going down a street

this unpaved road stays that way

I’m a Ponchus Pilate

in washing my hands 

of people that betray my kindness

and think that it is weakness

giving often more than a few chances

I flip my lucky coin in which I have a romance 

“pick heads or,tails”I say to them

like one of my favorite movies I say,”this is the best I can do”

Had a dream that I was with some of  my old teachers 

from Frankfurt,Germany

there was Mr.Gerenza,Mr.pop ,and Mr.Geller

Mr.Gerenza and Mr.Geller were fine social studies teachers

teaching history and the topographical arts

Mr.Pop(pronounced ope)was a Romanian

he taught me German

with his thick accent scaring me to death before Halloween 

telling the story of  Vlad the Impaler                    (Dracula)

I really don’t understand why women out there don’t flock to me

and evade me ,some like a disease

I’m not the loud type or,the ripping wheel

I often get the left overs

a turkey vulture is normally

what I am

to ease all my worries

if I hurt anybody I’m truly sorry

it’s hard to concieve 

listening to David Bowie,The Scissormen,and Lou Reed