Thursday, March 11, 2010

Its not exactly the sun.

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.

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.
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Love is a Sun.
It catches everything on fire.

-Eric Forrest

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...

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.

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

Thursday, March 4, 2010

today was not the greatest day...



today was not the greatest day...got fired from my job here in provo over things that happened months ago in riverton. it makes me really really sad i was really looking foward to this job becoming more than what it was. maybe it will be a blessing in disguise who knows? right now i am still upset.

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