wash away

you've seen the winter nights next to the ocean...crashing on the levies, crashing on the shore...there's a full moon and the stars are out...but it means very little to you...because you are here for a different reason...the lighthouse is blinking, hoping to steer someone in from the fog, and the water is draining off the rocks...the boardwalk is silent...skee ball games are packed in, and even the sharks have gone south looking for fresh meat...the million dollar mansions are boarded up, awaiting the memorial day barbecues...and you shed a tear for every shipwreck that made its way to this shore, for every jumper on the bridge to the mainland...for every prom date that lost and gained it all on the golden sands, lost it to the memory, lost it staring at the breakers...realising for an instant that it don't get no better than this my friend...and i walked out through the december drifts...dog at my side...ole j.k. knew the blessings of an old dog...been through it all with you...been alone, howling at the moon...and that is why the dog doesn't judge you, and that is why it is your best friend...that is why you are its best friend...no judgment, just the frozen night, white light, and quiet...because it's two in the morning and you want to go for a walk...christ, no one understands that...but the dog does...'what the hell' he thinks,' i've got nothing better to do, i'm happy for the company'...and so you walk down the ice covered road, passed the silent pond...the world is coloured only with emptiness...it is only the deep waves, a game of fetch, and another holy night in the shadows...

imagine early morning snow and sleet

"in the middle of a dream, in the middle of a dream i call your name"...twenty five years to the day...here's to all you peace loving fucks that are pushing for something better than what we have...because what we have is the hell of ages...the pulseless zombies...last year's news...ive lived with the gutter swine and the pompous savages...ive listened to the neverending stories of the privileged...ive been the monster...ive been the saint...and in the end i have to wonder about this place...if it is all on the up and up...why is there neverending suffering...if you are living in a castle fucking the big tits out of airheads...if you are cleaning shit and living on the streets...we are all in the throes of sadness and suffering...give me your philosophy your religion, pour it all over my worthless skull...in the end you are part of the snowy city, you are in the rain...you say...what the fuck do i care...its all a big laugh...let it roll off my shoulders...when deep inside you know the truth... and we sigh like angels..."oh yoko, my love will turn you on"...

black friday...wedding bells

i was driving to a wedding the other day, the day after thanksgiving...exhausted from the previous day's festivities, strangled by a tie, freezing through my thin black suit...wondering why anyone would have a wedding the day after thanksgiving...i watched the lines of autos crawling in the other direction, sometimes standing still, waiting to go to or from the mall...i saw the burned out factories, the gas 'n go's, the high tension lines seeming endless on this united states highway...route number one...miles and miles of sprawl, humans and wasteland intertwined...the waste of the brain...i hadn't eaten since thanksgiving, staying up late the night before visiting with old friends...high on wine...and so i slept 'till noon waking only to shower and put on a starched white shirt, to head for the church...now presently starving heading for the reception, knowing i would not eat for hours...passing endless hot dog joints in burned out trailers, white castles, and rundown diners...mocking forever mocking...you realize just how sad life is, traveling through the rust bowl on a cold friday afternoon...passed the empty houses and empty faces...passed the clutter that fills the east jersey skyline...passed cemetery after cemetery...off to god knows where...never to return...