Sunday, June 3, 2007

how-to-rewrite-your-own-life

how to rewirte my ownlife?
well, it would seem i would
go raw foods
lseep more
release and accept others from my circe of circe's hairpainbadday
and just sobernotsomber be

CLIFF KLINGENHAGEN is the poem of my soul's healing

see, i'm an alcoholic
so e.a.robinson knew that us recovering weedeheads andwinoettes mustn't believe in the allureglamour of what for us is like sugar to a chronic diatetic
and that poemsongis sublime

no weed for the steed

fellow who isinto weed wanted to rap but told him look i'm no longer smoking that stuff been quite some time and it was poisonous for me just like booze was
so you know me i don't like to hurt folks' feelings and all but just had to say
NOPE and will figure he'll forget the 'slight' which was not intended but no way am I going to go to some amsterdam weed store and all that
might as well hopper out into the channel, yah

the paintlings grew

and the greed stoppered: whiling no longer on
how come no one loves my art
now its giving it away and smiling like old cliffhanger klingenhagen
much love all the sway,sashay
release the leashered cache,yea yea yea,'eh?

tox screams, incremental paranoiac

had to give a urine tox screen at the employment and woman, it was like it started my paranoia up.i'm like "what if" all aover the place
clean and sober for quite some time now(never long enough, but satisfatory for today,'eh?)
it still frosts and frightens the little girl within
the 'what if they get my screen mixered up with some eles's and it is positive?"
what if the minutiate amnt of opiates in those 'everything on 'em' bagels(poopy seeds,y'see?) gives me a crosss-reactivity and they don't opt to conduct a gas chormotograpy/mass specter on it?

'course, in the end, never heard a thing
whichi is the news i wantered anyhows