begin again

back home after 15 days

on the road

I'm not usually one to bitch

about doing time on the road,

because I enjoy it, need it

and look forward to it for the most part

but there comes a time after about

ten day for me when that maid

tap, tap, tapping on my chamber door

makes me want to snap-kick

the chimichanga out of someone

plus the last week of the road

I was fighting a throat

cold, making it a pain in the ass

to try and sing

yes, throats are connected to the ass

two different people came up to

me and asked me why I haven't been

blogging and I didn't have a very good

reason

they both mentioned the fact

that I had turned them onto bukowski

and they told me about their collections

they have stockpiled

that alone was enough to get

me back to typing again

my brain isn't fully into gear

yet...I went to sleep at 9 last night

and just now woke up at 4 in the afternoon...

I think that's like 46 hours

dragging in gear from the van

and getting the boohatch back

into fine functional shape

there is a world to conquer for the love of leghorns

I've been moving

I've got a banjo in one ear

and a fiddle in the other

it's hard to type

but I'm going slow

firecrackers in the yard

this evening with the girls

a couple of times I would

find myself with a big stupid

kid grin of my own smeared

all over my face

and it's not possible for me

to watch one of them lighting

a fuse and not holler out 'boom'

and that's how traits get

passed on to the next

generation

the music is silent now

and I still have my headphones

on and they feel good

I've been writing some weird songs

and I can feel my head

moving into a different space

I like moving

I like sitting very still sometimes too

goose oil and skinyeah on the moon

opened my garage door

this afternoon and

goose goosetofferson

was staring me in the eye

from on top of the ledge in the yard

HONK

HONK

HONK

he's so loud,

but there is something funny

about it to me

it always reminds of the gary larson

far side cartoon where a scientist

invents a helmet that can interpret

what dogs are saying

and all of the dogs in the

panel are in their yards

yelling: " HEY! HEY!"

that's what I picture goose

is yelling at me

so I say WHAT? right back

after every one his HONKS

until one of us gets frustrated

sitting here listening to skinner

singing "walking on the moon"

we recorded it last night

the boohatch was burning

the midnight oil

and some of the mornings

stash

I think I'll put it up on the

reverbnation page

just a rough mix demo with a drum machine

but el skinyeah nonetheless

http://www.reverbnation.com/mikemcclureband