Maia Anne: September 2010

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Sunday, September 19, 2010

Belly of a drunken piano

"Pour me a cab. I can't drink no more."

"Drivin' dangerous curves across the dirty sheets"

"She was sharp as a razor and soft as a prayer"

"I've got a bottle for a trumpet, a hatbox for a drum..."

"Don't plant your days they turn into weeds"

"It ain't no sin, to take off your skin and dance around in your bones"

"All the donuts have names that sound like prostitutes"

"Universe is making music all the time."

"Time is just a memory, mixed with desire."

"I like beautiful melodies telling me terrible things."

What campers who don't work get to do

Saturday, September 18, 2010

"I believe that a leaf of grass is no less than the journey work of the stars, and the blackberry could adorn the parlors of heaven, and the narrowest hinge in my hand puts to scorn all machinery, and a grazing cow surpasses any statue, and a mouse is miracle enough to stagger sextillions of infidels." -- Walt Whitman

"We are buried under the weight of information, which is being confused with knowledge; Quantity is being confused with abundance and wealth with happiness."--Tom Waits

"I'm tough, ambitious, and I know exactly what I want. If that makes me a bitch, okay."--Madonna

"We have to create- it is the only thing louder than destruction." --Andrea Gibson

"I am the Lorax. I speak for the trees."--the Lorax

Awake My Soul

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Ocean of Emotion

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Dammit Lou

There once was a monster,

Who lived in ComCompster

And who had a sparkling shoe.

One day, a convincing man named Lou,

Came and saw this shoe.

"Good sir," he said "my name is Lou,

As I was walking I saw you,

And I said to myself:

what a gorgeous looking fellow,

but look at that foot!

It's all sparkly and yellow!

If you took away that hideous shoe,

then he might be a winner

on my show Alla-Coo!

So I come to you now, with a deal that is great.

Let me try on your shoe,

and so I'm not late,

I will come back tomorrow with a great plate of bate

(which I hear is quite tasty when you want something to make)."

The monster sat

with his belly saying "give me some fat!"

"Alright." Said the monster, with a sad expression.

Then Lou came right over and was gone before you can say

Shi-Shi-Poo-Who!

He left there the monster, his head full of distrust

Still waiting till this day,

for his great plate of bate mush.

This is the first poem I ever wrote, 7th grade baby

Sunset view from my hide-out

Tattoo Designs!

Poppy growing out of a waning moon

Best of Bellingham

2am wake up call

Luna-Tik

Sam the Monster (SOLD)

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It really is.

Gardener for a dad

Summer Yay! Also, papa makes me shish-ka-bobs for my b-day

Cer-ram-ram

Summer's doodles and rhymes

My lover played strip-tease with life and danced on the edge of the world.

She drove a big old rusted Lincoln with suicide doors, a sewing machine in the back and a light bulb that looked like an alligator egg was mounted up front of the hood.

She always had sawdust in her hair, and her dress had two holes in the back that seemed to sprout roses from the essence of her sinister snickers.

Her wings were covered with feathers and electrical tape, and when she got good and drunk she would sing about Chicago--where the wind is strong and folks mind their own business.

She had at least a hundred old baseballs that she'd taken from kids, and she collected bones of all kinds.

She lived in a trailer under a bridge, and she made her own whiskey and gave cigarettes to kids.

She'd been struck by lightening seven or eight times, and hated the mention of rain.

She made up her own language and she wore rubber boots, and she could fix anything with string.

Her lips were like cherries, and she was stronger than any man.

She smelled like gasoline and root beer foam.

She put mud on a bee sting I got at the creek,

And she gave me my very first kiss.