i believe there is a ghost trapped in my loop pedal
it says “awesome”
when I first heard the voice, i thought it was a friend, or my grandmother
lurking around and giving me some encouragement
but i started to hear it more random and frequently always simply saying “awesome”
one can see the irony in a ghost reflecting awesome on the masturbatory nature
of jamming with oneself through out eternity
IDEAS ARE LIKE FLOWERS
ideas are like flowers
its been twenty years now since I’ve seen a flower
through his toothless smile he told me he couldn’t remember the name of the movie
I lay on the floor in boredom and desperation
but could you imagine? Going twenty years without seeing a flower?
Yeah, that would be pretty sad.
Vernon seemed to glow prophetic in the evening
radiating forth a burst of life and revelation