Wednesday, February 2, 2011

New York City?

Hey, it's been a while.  Yeah I know, who the fuck am I and where the hell have I been.  Well, that's a long story and I don't care to tell it all right here.  Suffice it to say that I have left Seattle and am living in the Bushwick neighborhood of Brooklyn, NY.  I'm now going to school on Long Island at Nassau Community College (more to follow on both those points) and I have no instruments at my disposal at this time.  Without the ability to play music, I have resorted to other means of creativity, such as poetry.  I thought it would be nice to post some of that here, as I think it kind of sums up the details of where I am right now.

I stand before you today...

soaked to the bone in Pagan blood
marinated in the juices of the goat god -
musky like the dew of a thousand mornings
locked in an unplugged freezer
and buried in a swamp
by the tobacco stained hands
of a gypsy.

Relishing every detail:

  • the salty tinge of the ocean air
  • the thwap-thwapping of water
     against the sides of the boat
  • the adolescent whine of an
     underpowered outboard motor
  • the nervous sweat of a victim
     who is a virgin to pain

got a dollar eighty in my pocket for coffee
two bananas on top of the fridge
we'll be alright for breakfast
but that doesn't say much about the afternoon
should pro'lly start thinkin' bout the afternoon
i'm out of ideas, how bout you?

we're runnin' outta dollars
runnin' outta dollars
selling everything we own
but we still have desires
still have desires
even if we're broken and
waitin' around for government money
that is long overdue

i ain't here lookin' for handouts
i only want what's mine
so come on with it and
give me my fuckin' money

...i didn't mean to curse just then
it's just that I've been waiting
around for so long
that i've lost track of time
my hair grows longer
my time grows shorter
but i still don't have a plan
the skin of my teeth is
getting thinner
cavities are setting in

i ain't lookin' for handouts
i only want what's mine
so come on with it then
and give me mine

ran outta money
we ran outta money
sold everything we own
still have each other
but we still have each other
baby baby i'm so cold
maybe we oughtta head south for the winter
and wait it out with the crows

i ain't askin' for handouts
i only want what's mine
so come on with it
and give me mine.

-catch up with you soon.


  1. Wow. When you go away, you really go away. :)

    Glad to hear you are back on the grid. Digging the poetry--baring the soul, and all that.

    Take care out there, drop a line sometime.


  2. Hey Nich,

    It's great to hear from you man! Haha, yeah M and I moved out here as a last minute decision so I can finish school and get my degree in Music Technology from NYU. Hopefully that will all pan out, but you never no if you don't take a chance, so what the hell, right?

    You take care over there as well. I'll keep in touch for sure, and I will be posting more often starting very soon here.