A Souvenir From The Long Strange Trip
Everyone’s got a bit of madness, I believe. I put bologna on my ham and cheese. But to be a madman there’s no room for us. First you must establish that you’re a genius. Einstein was a genius but not really mad. Or was it Tesla that was a genius but sad? When I say [...]
It’s midnight again on the Tuesday shift. A song gets played to start the night. The little man inside of your radio. Begins by asking if you’re all right. He plays a disc from back in ’78. Follwed by a song that you know. It’s a song you would normally hate. But you can’t sleep [...]
Her teeth were green when she smiled. Don’t give her a kiss unless it’s night. She told everyone she was a model once. It was career that must’ve lasted months. Her chest was flat not because they’re small At 25 it didn’t make sense at all. Then I found she was the mother of 5. [...]
I’m looking for an answer to a question, I’m not sure how to ask. Living on these enriched theories, what they expect and who I am. And I know I’m lesser known to more people, than those that actually do know me. I’m more content in that idea, than if I was more famous than, [...]
She was nice and clean for a redneck girl. But walked like an ape in high heels. She married a rock star who was unemployed. But for her his star was very real. It’s the best it gets when you live like this. The world is seen through your TV. It’s the best it gets [...]
September 8, 2008
John Michaelson
