Instant Gratification Gratitude Jam
kingdoms on the head of a pin,
and pins on the head of a king.
it really doesn't matter anymore,
what was jammed before, either or,
heretofore, going in circles with one oar,
there's got to be more than yonder shore,
storms on the beaches in days of yore,
the catacombs of sunshine and sweat,
temptations to owe my creator a debt,
and miss the ocean, so beautifully wet.
and pins on the head of a king.
it really doesn't matter anymore,
what was jammed before, either or,
heretofore, going in circles with one oar,
there's got to be more than yonder shore,
storms on the beaches in days of yore,
the catacombs of sunshine and sweat,
temptations to owe my creator a debt,
and miss the ocean, so beautifully wet.
free form.
hell, that's not poetry, that's rhyme,
and i know there's no reason or rhyme.
hell, there's barely enough time to rhyme,
oh my god the crimes of time,
and the times of crime.
i wish i could write poetry like tom waits,
the reflection of raw light down a long rifle,
down the barrel of a bone machine.
i wish i could write like that.
hell, that's not poetry, that's rhyme,
and i know there's no reason or rhyme.
hell, there's barely enough time to rhyme,
oh my god the crimes of time,
and the times of crime.
i wish i could write poetry like tom waits,
the reflection of raw light down a long rifle,
down the barrel of a bone machine.
i wish i could write like that.
idaho...i-o-way
iota a bar in
arlingtron, va.
humor is the
backbone of
no reason
of course it's
all caca
the thing is to
bring a lil
mysterioso
a bit of beauty
to the shit party
hell the beatle bops
did it in '63
changed
the world
won't you please
come to chicago
just to sing
but that's graham nash
and a whole another story
i think i'm having a dejavu......
iota a bar in
arlingtron, va.
humor is the
backbone of
no reason
of course it's
all caca
the thing is to
bring a lil
mysterioso
a bit of beauty
to the shit party
hell the beatle bops
did it in '63
changed
the world
won't you please
come to chicago
just to sing
but that's graham nash
and a whole another story
i think i'm having a dejavu......
on a roll, honor roll,
and time takin' its toll,
fare thee well and will will tell,
shootin' rubberbands at the stars like edie brickell,
one hit wonders, well at least they had wonder,
all a part of the same enormous blunder.
there i go rhymin' like an amateur,
stone cold rhymin' like stolid granite.
i need something a little more upbeat,
maybe with a little salsa or something...
and time takin' its toll,
fare thee well and will will tell,
shootin' rubberbands at the stars like edie brickell,
one hit wonders, well at least they had wonder,
all a part of the same enormous blunder.
there i go rhymin' like an amateur,
stone cold rhymin' like stolid granite.
i need something a little more upbeat,
maybe with a little salsa or something...
- stilltrucking
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- Joined: October 24th, 2004, 12:29 pm
- Location: Oz or somepLace like Kansas
life after the road
it is different in a truck
less cerebral
more visceral
not so much the view from that high seat
as the enveloping steel cacoon
the take to the max
no happy medium
doing it with all you got
mile after mile after mile
NYC to To L A
one long drive
losing your self in the diesel beat
the long ommmmmmmmmmmmmm of the deisel hearted throat of exhaust and eighteen tires hammering at the road
it is hammer hammer hammer
drive and drive and drive
trucker's nightmares
and white outs
fog shrouded terror
flying dutchman endless rolling rolling freedom
going going gone
the road
there is no other life
momentum is everything
now I am stopped dead
I got my toothbrush nailed to me bath room wall
But I look to to the west and I can still see eternity on a far horizon
truly happiness
is to ride
polymorphously pervese as a baby
bouncing on my daddy's knee
the sweet solitude and anonymity of the road
truly grateful for the road
it is different in a truck
less cerebral
more visceral
not so much the view from that high seat
as the enveloping steel cacoon
the take to the max
no happy medium
doing it with all you got
mile after mile after mile
NYC to To L A
one long drive
losing your self in the diesel beat
the long ommmmmmmmmmmmmm of the deisel hearted throat of exhaust and eighteen tires hammering at the road
it is hammer hammer hammer
drive and drive and drive
trucker's nightmares
and white outs
fog shrouded terror
flying dutchman endless rolling rolling freedom
going going gone
the road
there is no other life
momentum is everything
now I am stopped dead
I got my toothbrush nailed to me bath room wall
But I look to to the west and I can still see eternity on a far horizon
truly happiness
is to ride
polymorphously pervese as a baby
bouncing on my daddy's knee
the sweet solitude and anonymity of the road
truly grateful for the road
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