almost home

on the road again

and i wonder still i wonder

glory days, yeah they'll pass you by

time has come today

making orange juice out of sour apples

the only soul in the world that is real

save all the toys for the little rich boys

you're a good man charlie brown

i'm a real nowhere man

air pudding and wind sauce

paint it black

a poem a day keeps the psychiatrist away

encoded poem

This started out as a poem I wrote using Banagram Tiles(kind of like Scrabble).  I've encoded it into binary.  I was just curious to see if anybody would like to try to decode.  I'll post the original photo of the Banagram Poem in a few days. I wonder if you were to just kind of stare and at this and focus "into the distance" for a bit if you would see any kind of patterns or images...

high plains drifter

"r" is for rocket

 

sunday morning coming down...

newtonian mechanics

a ripple in still water

twenty to thirty

no typewriter in a hotel room

a new deal

who's afraid?

second chances...

we are the world, we are the children

oh deep thought computer...

talking with ghosts

how many holes to fill carnegie hall?

statistically speaking

you're the next contestant on the price is right!

let me paint a picture for you...

where the west begins...

i'm not quite right in the head

and so it goes...

poetry written on a coffee table

the waiting is the hardest part

ghostly visitiations

the river