Well all, I’m in the THRONGS OF THIS MIDLIFE CRISIS THING. It’s an odd summer and the sky feels strange and the atmosphere feels toxic and I don’t quite know what the world is anymore… I just know that I have a bunch of these fam pics that I’m planning on youtubing should I ever lose my hard-drive…that they be out there somewhere, just pictures to say once we were, and once we were happy, and once I was. And it wasn’t for nothing.
I miss my brother.
August 13. 3×3 equals 9
and I’m going to be 39 in days
right now I’m still THIRTY 8
And I seem to remember a rhyme
I heard a long time ago
that SEVEN ate 9
I wonder if that means there’s no
THREE nine’s for ME YO.
I wonder what that means.
I wonder where I’m about to go.
I can feel it surely as the breeze
and the fish dead on the shorelines speaks to me.
END TIMES these days are HIGH CRIMES
and the BAD GUY THINKS HE IS WINNING.
Meanwhile Emma Kristine
is in a web SPINNING
or spitting a beat
that keeps me company as these feet
pound on that concrete
and treble that
little HIGH HAT
as long as I got my cat,
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!
Happy birthday to me
I was 33 when a whirlwind washed in
and I was thirty nine when it washed away.