just listened to While You Wait For The Others

by super buzz band Grizzly Bear

think this should be a hit song

i think America would find this to be "Authentic"

i mean, c'mon bro,

this is super chill

can't wait for this train to take off

can't believe i went all the way to O'Hare

think I'm going to miss Beach House

hope i get there before they play

quiet chance to start my tab

i only drink PBR, you know that

doesn't it just epitomize my blue collar roots?

you know, regardless of growing up in suburbia

Oh, you like my flannel shirt and wool hat?

I got them from U.O. of course

I feel like it connects me with my inner self

I have these vivid past memories of a former life

I remember being a sheep herding dog in the mountain lands

oh but the cardigan i was wearing the other day?

that's representative of my current life as a Chicago elite

i mean, I'm just so informed

hold on i have to stop at this atm

need to see if the 'rents sent my rent

the best part of rolling your own cigs

is not only the extra cash,

but you can use that extra cash to go green and roll mixers

i think that's why i missed my train

smoked two on the drive

all organic tobacco too

cancer's better if it's organic

so glad to be 21 and in art school

everyone will read my poetry

and elect me mayor

and i'll be the president poet laureate

and the world will be Authentically peaceful

universal health care and schooling

a new age in cultural relevancy

it'll be like one a big version of France now

guess I'm the future of the world

stoned on a train in Chicago

Past Reality

Divergence of self
Converging past tense
To get where you're going
Forget what you came from
The drugs the sex the parties the booze
The city is calling
Behind the mountains loom

Ahh the recluse of romance
She waits just beyobd the grasp of my wringing hands
Patiently pictured on the pewter coasts
Outstreched hand of love and infinare devotion
Separated from mine lonely wringing hands
No less than thousand miles
Either direction of where my tomb rests
To the north
To the east
To the west
Lest us not forget the south
Lovers every way the wind blows
Kisses traversed through jetstream journeys
Oh how i beg the four winds
Blow the victor of my heart's lonely race
To where i am stuck to stay

Lakeside Lover (Happy Birthday Angela)

someday you will be more than a mere wish

made beside the moss grown fat on flat weathered rocks

jutting forth from the murky depths

teeth in the mouth

of the man

fallen from the moon

gentle lapping waves wash over

your shimmering smooth surface

as the sun fades into the horizon

somewhere my lakefront lover

shares sighs carried betwixt longing hearts

shares sighs carried on the back of autumn's gentle breeze

oh wherefore art thou, thine juliet

why must i wait alone in anguish

why are you not beside me

hair blown delicate by the current of air

whilst the waves crash o'er rocks

saliva cresting over stone teeth

saliva encapsulated behind ours

travels between tongues

coming to rest in combining of two

behind one glorious lakefront sunset

i wait for your wet embrace

i beg you keep me waiting not longer

for with absence the heart grows fond

but my soul weeps salt-capped tears

until your fair arrival