Sunday, August 16, 2009

who lost the watermellon?

or i mean, who ate mine?

navigation nonsense

thunder Bay. it's a bay. the U.S. state of Michigan

on Lake Huron, huron, huron.

the name is the English translation of the French Anse du Tonnerre, which appears on a map made in 1688. in 1688 this dude made a map, it look him forever, but it was pretty good. it was probably derived from the Native American name, as they believed that the Bay was peculiarly subject to thunder storms. and it is. cuz i heard one. BOOM BOOM RUMBLE RUBMLE CRASH. heavy rain and bang bang bang. killing misquotios, next night pure moon.

a substantial number of shipwrecks in Thunder Bay.

Thunder is the sound made by lightning.

A wind has blown the rain away and blown the sky away and all the leaves away, and the trees stand. I think, I too, have known autumn too long.

but, if a poet is anybody, he is somebody to whom things made matter very little - somebody who is obsessed by Making... shit.

luckily

A man can be destroyed but not defeated.

a man, not a mouse.


(((((((:: No Moar Mosqiutoesz;))))0)00 :)


Frank just wanted something to swallow
guess who drank to much
misquitos horseflies sunburn
piss stains, throw up on the buss
swimming by the sandy bar
let's not push our luck
the donkey punched u in the face
and rly fucked u up
oh mr. donkey donkey love,
how i love you so
riding through the summer time
straight into the snow.
i'll find my cabin far away and that is where we'll chill
i'll keep it nice, no suffice, and put away my pills.
Fly through downtown anytown and find a precious
bride. Find the local watering hole and take her straight inside.
The shooting stars were meteors, flying through the sky.
Some lil bugs got in my eyes and kinda made me cry.
Itch and itch and itch i did until I had to stop.
Sleeping with a hoodie on at the end of the dock.
The milky way is way far out, sometimes I think it's fake.
I a mellow breath i calmly take and the Lord above i thank!