Replacing my blog at http://pablosmoglives.wordpress.com
Zelle: [email protected] Rough trip. Also amazing. Too far and fast to count. I need fingers, singers, Stars. The ride is violently humbling And morally horrific. Faced with the self, the self freaks out and does donuts in the parking l...
Zelle: [email protected] I drank the wine of the sea. It was black and blue, Like the bruise of outer space Beneath the surface of the sky. 5.22.26
Zelle: [email protected] The Shamrock in Motel 6 has been a sanctuary for mefor manyyears,But it's under newownership,and isn't a Shamrockanymore.I'm not saying I'll neverreturn,but I never wanted to be hereanyway.I'm grateful that we ar...
Zelle: [email protected] The van driveslike a wethorse On a highway pavedwith undercookedspaghetti The bow is pointedsteady Down a narrow, mushyocean, A concrete river of emotion Is frozen therealready If you are willingLord to let mego,...
Zelle: [email protected] I haven't been able to listen To music in the van Since thieves in Guanajuato Stole my Tapes. They also took my braincoat, My pocket full of Grapes. 5.16.26
Thanks to Mark and Lily in the UK, my discography is up for sale again. Most of the albums are available for the discount price of $7.77. Here are some of the highlights: The entire discography is available at a 35% discount for $147.56. Includes...
Zelle: [email protected] The future is an electric graveyard;A narcotic junkie Nod The future is an electric graveyard;A neonsign fromGodThe future is an electric graveyard, arusty ironCloudThe future is an electric graveyard, solarpanel...
Zelle: [email protected] The last scene of Call Northside 777is a vision of the arrival of a tired man to Heaven.His mother is there to greet him,his wife,And when the kid shouts, "That's my daddy!"before running to meet him,well... Hav...
Zelle: [email protected] Like a Hollywood cutout in the cardboard hills,I yelled love songs at thetrees, proppedUp against the pills, But the end of that road is Madness, Sadness at the Least; The sun rises from thee Ocean, sets Somewh...
Zelle: [email protected] When you're walking by faith so long that you forget that you believe, That's age. Or is it? The faithlessness of the world is incredibly persistent. It soldiers on in spite of all the butterflies And blue birds...
