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My Music

Posted in literature, music, Uncategorized with tags , , , , on March 27, 2017 by JC

Hey!

It’s been a while since I’ve been here. I’m playing guitar and writing songs now and just made a SoundCloud page here: https://soundcloud.com/user-762931519-691171853.

Check it out if you’re into that kind of thing.

Cheers,

James

“No thanks, I’ll not.”

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on July 4, 2013 by JC

I was out tonight, and she was thirsty,

Her man right there, she came,

And offered me…a smoke so hot…

I said ”no thanks, I’ll not.”

I don’t engage in horn the fool–cuckold, that fool–that fool.

I don’t engage in horn the fool, let time set that fool free.

Fields bare, everywhere

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , on February 12, 2013 by JC

Cuckolds, cuckolds, everywhere,

Plowmen make their fields go bare!

No shit, Brook

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , on February 11, 2013 by JC

Boner Brook said this:

“I have a ragin’ hard on.”

I said: “No shit, Brook.”

Lonely Cloud

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , on February 11, 2013 by JC

The lonely cloud is

Incomparable in size but

Equal to your face.

 

That Night–Happy Anniversary–Desperation’s no Reason to Keep at It

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 10, 2013 by JC

I’ve been struggling at this, and I think I’ve got it now, my Mrs.

Flowers flatly fell to the ground that night, that night when that light, that hot garage light lit our love. That night when the wind washed the trees, swept the leaves, and cooled July to our comfort–we both remarked on it that night, remember?

You remember, don’t you? Promises abandoned but no harm just laughs, nervous, socially agreeable laughs. We laughed about how we always said we’d stop promising but kept on with it, how we kept wasting time, to translate. Seeds budded, falling flat. Falling flat but looking alive, promising, because we, you and I, were alive, promising.

But we’ve stayed together, and all that promise is gone. Now all we have are our fat, our regrets, our hopes of life beyond life, and each other.

Happy Anniversary!

Fire

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 9, 2013 by JC

I ask that you read this aloud.

Cucky got that limpy between his palms rubbin em togetha tryin to staht a fiah but you can’t staht a fiah wit cuckystick;

cucky can’t staht a fiah mean cucky can’t staht a fiah mean cucky can’t pack da heat mean cucky can’t burn down da house!