Said you missed the last train

God, it’s great to be back. My other “creative” outlets are just one night stands compared to writing and continuing 79sparrows. I have not been writing for myself or pleasure for years. I have, however, continued writing in plain language at my place of business. In my line of work, I need to be creative…

July 16 Love Song

  I don’t sweat, I glisten I didn’t change, I evolved & u didn’t Move like a trajectory packed; stacked memorex memories watch from the balcony the stars in my galaxy & I’m feeling so extraordinary Shooting past the ordinaries  

App Magnets, How do they work?

One of the best features of the iPhone is all the 8,000,000 apps at my fingertips; particularly photo and writing apps– a favorite is  ‘Verses Poetry Creator.’ The layout is just like those word tiles you see on fridges and other magnetic-friendly surfaces.   A selection of words is provided in your “word drawer,” which is…

On 79sparrows and Blogging

90,833 hits Note to self:  PUBLISH this tonight I hate blogging, but I love writing.  When I’m “blogging,” I feel a pressure to live up to what I ASSUME and IMAGINE is of the readers satisfaction and liking, and in turn that stresses me out.   (Fellow bloggers:  Does this ever happen to you?)  I decide not…

Loser Alert

Escort Driving the pennies home Make sure they’re safe, Sherlock & Holmes Figure it out Love The right ones Now here’s a quote I hate you Michael That’s all she wrote Simply, you are a bad person Volume 1, Standard Basic unrevised version Shitty story No joke Don’t believe me? Read the cliff notes no…

Hello you.

Co existing w myself Conversations, bit by bit For once I wish That bitch would zip it Last night I had a dream It was sweet About you & me We were off high speed And on the beach The day was bright And We were Free Waves washed up Reset the sea we were…

“Bluebird” by Bukowski

by Charles Bukowski there’s a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I’m too tough for him, I say, stay in there, I’m not going to let anybody see you. there’s a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I pour whiskey on him and inhale cigarette smoke and…

Write Now

I’m the human version of a messy old Thunderbird, driving too slow in the fast lane, oblivious the left turn signal blinking away. the bass humsalong to transmission static but my radio still plays won’t you stop and listen?

iPhone crack cocaine

This iPhone stays with me. At my desk, in the jeep, in the bed, while I sleep All April, may, and June I bring it when I’m in the bathroom On the can, Download three apps, When it’s in my hand, iOS relapse attacks Ever since we’ve been introduced I’ve been running Out of juice…