On a Big Moon Night

Stevee and I were sitting under that big moon tonight.
We were in the hot tub eating an apple and a chocolate.
We hadn't seen each other in a bit.
He asked, "So! You still torturing yourself?"

Yeah, but I think I'm untying the knot.

That knot!
Each time I come across an artist with more money or exposure
I automatically ask myself a question.

I ask, "What am I doing wrong?"

Then I clench my teeth.
I just realized
I don't have to ask that question.

I had thought
(on account of brainwashing I can only presume)
that I would be valuable as an artist
(like the real ones, not the not real ones, right?)
when hoards of people agreed,
"We like it."


What a stupid idea!

(unaerica at Flickr)
Bunny says, "Hrmm, I think me rethink this a little bit..."

I read m'love "Where the Wild Things Are" as a goodnight story.
Young Max leaves home at night.
He travels all around the world to play with the monsters
and live in their world.

But Max misses being loved.
So he sails across the ocean,
and after years away he arrives home again.
And his meal is still hot.


A scrap of angel lullaby down some forgotten street

Standing on the moon with nothing left to do
A lovely view of heaven, but I'd rather be with you.
Be with you.

Crimson white and indigo
Indigo.

hunter/ garcia