Journal entry

Sitting, reading Ginsberg

Vinyl Jean Michel Jarre creating ambiance

not native to my livingroom

Waiting for that thing

that black, buttoned communicating

thing

to make it's infernal noise at me

what a thing to create such

nonsensical anxiety

-flipping the vinyl for continuity's sake-

maybe its the corporate caffeine

that is making me jumpy

making me itch

maybe it's the hour I spent

raping my body of it's natural

-womanly-

hair for you

-note to self: never do something you don't want to do

Seems so obvious

So logical

But no one ever said

I was the brightest crayon in the shed

HA!

Why doesn't that thing ring!?

Author's Note

This was sort of a stream-of-consciousness, journal entry type of poem, review if you want. I just find it fun.

Reviews

[Jaffa Forbes]

cool, very nice. Ginsberg indeed.
Jaff :)