Thread: Some random scribblings

I've been scribbling down stuff for years.. some good, some bad, some ugly. Found these today in the garage when I was cleaning up cat shit. These range from somewhere between good and bad.. to bad, and I'm thinking from the late 80's. I'll stop if ya's gag, otherwise, I might turn over a few more cat turds and see what I can find.


On friends drifting away
I would soon be graduating from college; it was the last summer-term, pretty relaxed, only one or two classes, and we were all getting the uneasy notion that life would be much different in another year.

Sitting on a front-porch, evening fills the sky
We try to catch and stop the sun
Stop another year from slipping by



On being alone
I took a post-college house-sitting assignment at an old 17 room manor house. Everybody I knew was pretty much gone, I didn't have a car or a girlfriend, and I would be starting my first job in a few months. In short, I was bored out of my skull and feeling like my world had vanished in a puff.

Awake at night I sit alone
Defying sleep, still sifting through
Debris left clinging to the day
A single lamp upon the desk
Illuminates my emptiness
In self-defense I turn away
And close my eyes

Smoke spirals from a cigarette
And hangs upon the stagnant air
My thoughts escape, surrounding me
Drifting off to nothingness
Smashed against an ashtray full
Bent and crushed, my dreams and goals
They burn with life
As hot though not as bright



On fucking up
This just came to me while I was painting one day. I was so impressed with myself, I grafitti'ed it onto a wall I was painting. My buddy Dave came over, saw it, and predictably called me a fag. But he still drank my beer. It sounds like something some other fag would write.. so I dunno if I accidentally stole it or not.

A fool paints himself into a corner
And beats upon the floor
An artist does the same
And paints himself a door


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