Notes from the Ipod touch

I started writing on my iPod Touch's notepad so i could get things out of my mind but not necessarily on the blog. Hopefully it improves my quality a bit. Here's two that I liked.


The sun in LA

I watched you collide with a mountain
Top and it was like
nothing
The earth is winning from
my perspective
But the sun in LA gets the best
Of us all in the end

Isn't it sad that the new tower of Babel
Lies at the heart of downtown
And all the little sweatshops are
boarding up their windows

The bad economy is a cliche'
Like a sunset on the 101 fwy

Somehow neither was a surprise to me


Beautiful beautiful

Gone, disappeared
Vanished
From memory
And the blue glow from
Halogen headlamps is a ghost
In the corner of my vision

While sweat dripping down the forehead
Could not evaporate
Like the holder of that jewel
of a thought
In subconscious windows
Taking my mind off the
Muffled clatter of slow jogging effort

There's no self-deception like the present
And I couldn't lie to myself as I rounded
the inclined sidewalk
In an attempt to run off my sins

I could visualize no one
No hope, no possibility
No discernible want

Thud, Thud
my legs burning
With a kind of passion my
Loveless heart could not match

Beat, beat
that marvelous muscle
Ticking like a department store
watch
Counting down the seconds
And I wonder what was missing

Beautiful, beautiful
the girl I could not conjure
Beautiful, beautiful
The poetic justice

I was stood up by an idle thought