..."need a dump truck, baby, to unload my head"...

...And I hope we meet, the day before tomorrow...

...Background music for your sorrows...

...Coasters for your coffee or maybe alcoholic beverages...

...Topic of a circled conversation...

...Ain't nobody really saying anything...

...Distraction for what you don't want to be facing...

...Adding to the adage, a pillage of racing thoughts unneeded

and can't keep up this mileage...

...Yet slows your roll

and can redefine what you thought to be your role...

...Providing a new beat to your stroll

as you walk down the street in brand news

but feel you have a hole in your soul, sole...

...Am I talking about his physical album, his music

or just the thought of?...

...And I hope we meet,
the day before tomorrow... ...

...another, work in progress...just like you...and your momma...

...Vist to Doc...I'm fine...just in search of new material...

An old woman in a Brooklyn Heights doctor's office talked to the receptionist so loudly that everyone now knows her biography...I never wanted to know all this info...including how she wishes that Indian woman were here...and that she is mighty healthy and is going to show the doctor what she can do...oh, and it's colder in New York today than it is in Alaska today...

...This woman should be placed...placed because she can barely walk...in every waiting room across this nation...Try her Elvis banana shake she talked about...I'm inclined to ask her to be my writing partner...she's got endless material....and she doesn't even know it's comedy...She's rooting for the Raiders to make the playoffs, she announced...and she wants to wake up at 3 AM to watch Dark Side of the Moon...more to come soon...

..."need a dump truck, baby, to unload my head"...

...on 12/20/10, unloaded this...

...Ideas we admire...
...Thinkin' they inspire...
...As we sit there staring holes in walls...
...Thinkin' we stand tall
and one day we'll be the ones to do the inspiring...
...On occasion thinkin' our brains need rewiring...
...But still continue mouthin' the words...
...The next minute's existence forgotten...
...Pretending to be the one singing...
...Starin'...
...And losing yourself...
...Forgetting about the inspiring...
...But do so, unintentionally...
...Like the singer did so...
...That you pretended to be...
...In the first place...
...Now place your delusion upon this recorder...

...And this...

...They're playing while you're working...
...They think you've been playing while they've been working...
...And this may lead to a relation not working...
...Your explanation at present isn't working...
...Maybe take some time off from it...
...Take a breath, a break, a hit, a shot...
...Whatever that enables you to unlock a "proper" explanation...
...Nobody is truly looking for inspiration...
...Just an explanation for the reason you are the way you are...
...And so far, you haven't presented it properly
or well enough in your presentation...
...Why keep people waiting?...
...Stop playing...
...While everyone is working...
...Oh it's oh so beautiful when this playing starts working...
...And that's the explanation I'm giving...

...a work in progress...just like you are...

...Scraps-n-Drafts...

- Phone rings...my brother answers, and casually says, "Who the fuck is this?"...and then breaks into Biggie Smalls' song..."paging me at 5:46 in the morning, crack of dawnin, now I'm yawnin, wipe the cold out my eye"...

- Say goodbye to people at a party...and tell them, "Don't move your pivot foot"...walk away...

- "Are you more like your mom or dad?"..."I'm more like my cat"...

- Show about pitching shows...example, pitching show about our cat Bob...today's episode he sits in our apartment's new box...he doesn't?...just did and it just got a thousand hits on Youtube, dude...

- Every kid left back wasn't stupid (except yours)...every kid moved forward, or put in the "gifted and talented program", was not a genius (except mine)...Continue this and relate to art, etc....Most just middle of the road motherfuckers, just trying to earn a buck, looking for some luck...

- My walk / Tiger Woods' swing comparison...how people wonder why I'd change it when it's already perfected...so they think (thank)...

- I am a writer...if there ever was one...recite that line like it's already been sung...a familiar territory...like the words have already come out your lung...

- Excuse me, sir, you're fly is down...No it's not...Now it is...

..."need a dump truck, baby, to unload my head"...

There are just certain people in this world that see the world differently...and they have a vision that is rare...I want to make sure with my writing that people realize...I am Not one of those people...

Here's another attempt at making people realize this:

...I'm a ghost of my former self...
...I hear people say my full name
and don't respond right away...
...Or maybe, it's like my ambitions...
...My response is on delay...
...But it will come to fruition someday...
...They won't?...
...Well, maybe that line wasn't written this time
for the purpose of gaining a quote...
...I'm not really sure about any of the answers,
ask my ghost...
...As others put down their drinks,
I'm just discovering thee toast...
...I don't need the other's commentary...
...I've provided it myself...
...Criticizing, a self kind of roast...
...I am a ghost
of my former self...

...And, my ghost never finished this...don't blame me...he'll get around to it someday...

..."need a dump truck, baby, to unload my head"...

...the day I become free...

...is the day I don't have to comb my hair...

...is that the day I lose it all...
...or the day I just forget to care...

...John Lennon...

...a belated RIP to John Lennon...the Beatle was shot dead in front of The Dakota, his apartment in NYC after coming back from the studio on the evening of Dec. 8, 1980, thirty years ago...I had no idea in high school when we read (or didn't read, will eventually) Catcher in the Rye that Mark David Chapman, the murderer of John Lennon, was reading the book before he shot Lennon...Chapman had seen Lennon outside The Dakota earlier in the day, and Lennon autographed a copy of Double Fantasy for him..."Obviously" I had heard The Beatles' music all my life, from my father's home speakers, to commercials and movie soundtracks...but I never really sat down and listened until I heard Lennon's solo song Working Class Hero...this connected his music to Dylan's for me...and then I came across more of his solo songs, like God, and Look at Me...click on the songs to listen...Look At Me "inspired" (I guess, and forever will) me to write the following; specifically his lyric, "Who am I supposed to be"...and, read below and then the quotes around "Obviously" will make sense, they won't?:

...And so I ask for...
...For was John Lennon singing the soundtrack to my life
when he'd recite - "Who am I supposed to be?"...
...Now we have this degree...
...We want to be free...
...Some got so high on higher education...
...And now don't know how to just simply be...
...Well, obviously...
...So obvious I had to state it was obvious...
...Why is obvious even a word...
...If it is, then it just is...
...Well, obviously...
...I don't have the answers for me...
...And, Mr. Lennon certainly doesn't have all the answers for me...
...But, one thing I do know is...
...That, I've got this music inside of me...
...That's creatin' a riot within me...
...I've got an insecurity that sets my self-esteem on fire...
...So, I'm gonna continue placing Lennon's words through the wire...
...Like Cobain's -
..."To put out the blowtorch"...