Saturday, June 30, 2007

I wish I was a messenger
And all the news was good
I wish I was the full moon
Shining on your Camaro's hood

All that is sacred, comes from youth

Dedication, naive and true

With no power, and nothing to do

I still remember

Why don't you?

I am in talks.


Negotiating the rules of engagement.

(Do not engage the enemy. Repeat: Do Not Engage the Enemy. Pop smoke and wait for extraction.)

Things are being orchestrated.

As we speak.

Whatever it is you want to think, just go ahead.

Think away.

Think til it comes out your ears.

I like your picture. I keep it with your letter.

I feel like pulling the plug.

Breakfast table in an otherwise empty room.

The time I spend doing this feels suspiciously wasted.

I mean, really. Why?

Why do we keep pictures?

Why do you?

Don't feel bad.

I wouldn't know what to do with me, either.

Or you.



Blogger Mike Angie Patrick Aaron said...

Hey Joe. Thanks for the post. Good hearing from you. Yes its hot here (supposed to get near 115 next week). I saw little guy in orange robe burst into flames yesterday. Ang and kids are great. No plans for WI trip yet but we are thinking possibly September. Have fun in the Dam and at Summerfest. Sounds like a good time.


1:52 PM  
Blogger verlaine said...

Dude looks like Bono in the third picture!

8:52 AM  
Blogger BUZZ said...

Don't forget to look me up when near Chi-town!

5:02 PM  
Blogger b-lain said...

hope all is well back in WI, and you are enjoying the fruits of your labor. or, er, uh, I mean, have a good salad with vegetables.

7:15 AM  

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