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

it sounded sober to me

after listening to NPR and a song a chum suggested
called
lover, come over
overcome with love
by this song
by jeff buckley
come over O love over come

ouch

ouch well yes you're right listening to the crimsons and their take is free the inner guru
and take your medicine
my medicine?
your medicine is your meetings of other recuperators from drugs and booze

what if your mind is post grad but your job is like pre k

that sounds all she thinks she's so great and maybe i do maybe i don't we all is great but what i really treely mean is:
my boozing ate up my school years so i have this grand mind that could help others(including self) but a job that don't 'low me to use it much

what to do if-you-have =a very highly -developed-mind but your job-don't even utilize it at all

what if you make mountains well out of moleskins?
but would much rather figure ways to be of use,y'know.
and so you are like in this job that is helping and heartening but you know you could do so much more but the fact that all those yesrs of fearful boozing and weeding decade ago now means you won't retour school/
overquailified and yet wanting to be neither a 'prince' nor a 'bum' well secretly a bum sounds mighty fine but the details ain't so precious

sorrow,fivemonths later some sproutings

after sorrow comes silence
after soft silence comes
the sprout
after the pouting comes
the shy sly smile