this being my embryo or ;thus; beginning to..

1. brace once

to find an all too easy scheme of thoughts
the ones that should be quartered and drawn
but slowly creep through the pores of your skin and
frighten, the never ending look over the shoulder
the back pedal and lost
only open screen doors and cool crisp breezes seem to calm
bringing on waves of memories and emotion(yeah, bring it on W!)
you finally settle to find
the morning returns to begin this again

2. brace hot! shots! part duex!

didn't you remember

this is beginings and ends
this is falling asleep and slow motion alarms
these are horrible days and beautiful nights
this is whispers of clouds born in sand
never kissing dirt
and always finding

casting shadows away to
castles and pillows
made of warm love and peace

3. brace open eyes

kindness and sorrow
and these words wait
slowly on the arms of dull harbor lights

finally we get to see
the ghost of hank williams
and me
dancing from pier to pier
and catching no fish

(geez...I can't believe george lucas is not going to release the original
theartical versions of the first 3 star wars movies on dvd, he is only
releasing the altered new version, fuck the new versions and
their child-safe pumpkin cutter reality, I want the old steak knife versions,
the kind that are dull but never fail to cut. thoughts ???)


first attempt...