Monday, January 24, 2005

Counting Down and Freaking Out, a Little Bit

I had insane dreams part two last night. When you are in a semi state of stress the brain can sure go off and highten the stress. I had dreams of surgery that never ended, it was like the whole thing was on a loop or something. Bizarre!
Last night I did my last poetry reading for awhile @ Java Monkey in Decatur.
There were some awesome poets there last night. I read my silly piece No Chance Encounters a poem filled with movie nonsense, it's silly but I like it. It took me almost three months to finish it. People seemed to enjoy it alot, made me feel good.
I came home feeling so good that I wrote a new piece, a mushy lovie thing, not sure where it came from. Guess I'm lonelier than I thought.
Tomorrow at ten. Seems really soon. Going try to relax.

1 comment:

shamanic said...

From Adriana:

St. Theresa
By: Joan Osborne

Sit down on the corner
Just a little crime

When I make my money

I’ve got to get my dime

Sit down with her baby

Wind is full of trash

She balled at the street light

Dark and sweet as hash



Way down in the hollow

Leaving so soon

Oh saint Theresa

Higher than the moon



Reach down for the sweet stuff

When she looks at me

I know any man

Can’t see you like I see

Follow down the side street

Move in single file

She’ll say

‘that’s when I own you

sleeping like a child’



Way down in the hollow

Leaving so soon

Oh saint Theresa

Higher than the moon



Just what I’ve been needing

Feel it rise in me

Every stone a story

Like a rosary

Corner saint Theresa

Just a little crime

When I make my money

Got to get my dime



Way down in the hollow

Leaving so soon

Oh saint Theresa

Higher than the moon



You’re caught up in the sky

You’re caught up in the clouds

Is there something that you

Forgot to tell me?

Tell me



Show me my Theresa

Feel it rise in me

Every stone a story

Like a rosary

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Two hours to go. We're all thinking of you.