Its not exactly the sun.
Its a yellow light.
I mean walking down the sidewalk.
Its a yellow light
Soundless.
Picking up the telephone
Peeling an orange
Its the yellow light.
Shoot an arrow through it
Its yellow
Fight with her
at night.
it moves across the rooms
between you
yellow--
I saw it at my Mother's funeral
I saw it in the garden
I saw it sliding among the bottles at
the liquor store.
That's not Eric.
I dont know what that is.
It sits inside me now
and yet it looks at me
from the walls
We cant nail this one on the cross
We'll live with it.
Like with live with dresser drawers
dogs
cats
roaches
If it comes to see you
dont phone me
Ive gone
unlisted.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Its not exactly the sun.
Posted by Eric Forrest at 4:38 PM 0 comments
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Bukowski says Love is a dog from hell....
Bukowski says love is a dog from hell....
I tend to disagree.
Love is a Sun.
Tonight is a windy blustery night.
I'm kept awake.
the wind sounds like angry voices...
Screaming at your windows
beating invisible tree branch fingers scratching sandpaper.
Red dogs will haunt my dreams tonight debarked rasping chasing
giraffes catching fire;orange black grey pink; raise from ponds.
Bukowski says love is a dog from hell....
I tend to disagree.

Love is a Sun.
It catches everything on fire.
-Eric Forrest
Posted by Eric Forrest at 11:55 PM 1 comments
Monday, March 8, 2010
thankyouthankyouthankyou...
imgladigotsomegoodfriendsandeveniftheyarefewtheyaretherewithmethroughthehardtimesaswellasthebadtimes
badtimesseemgetworseformecomparedtowheniwasdrinkingthisdoesntevencompare....in mantra meditation you find your own groove in repeating certain phrases...I use threes or nines
thankyouthankyouthankyou...
omahumomahumomahum...
Posted by Eric Forrest at 11:15 PM 2 comments
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Photos arent photos when you get lonely.
Photos arent photos when you get lonely.
They are your memories.
I got dirt under my fingernails.
I got friends who will leave me.
He said "I will that clothing proudly prouder."
Vomit tuck to his clothing and smelt of clam chowder.
Posted by Eric Forrest at 10:31 PM 1 comments
Adios Red Dragon....
Adios Red Dragon of the south may your days pass quickly and may your nights fall separately with dreams unscorched of my past...
Fridays make a fine day to count your fillings, to count your ribs (i have 24) and sketch new tattoos...
I hope you take care
Posted by Eric Forrest at 10:26 PM 0 comments
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
hungout with girlfriend ate pizza have to work at seven...i guess life cant be that bad...i have a smile on my face.
love and gratitude
Posted by Eric Forrest at 8:35 PM 0 comments
