Strange Old Henry Winstock

Henry was a lonely man
A lonely man indeed

He only had his cats
And they only had him

Children told stories
Stories of Henry
Stories not meant to be heard

Deputy Eric should be grateful
Would be grateful
Had his memory not been snatched
On that faithful night

Henry saved Eric from that nasty wreck
The train mangled Eric's car
No one should have survived

But Henry saved Eric
Then made him forget

Caffine and Nicotine

G.F. comes down to the Corner
The Renner Corner Locker
Two or three times a day
Always alone

G.F. never buys the meat
Or the provisions
Just ciggarettes and cappochino
Depositing the goo under his nails

G.F. is always jabbering
Never to anyone though
Only to himself
Constant schizophrenic mumbles

G.F. looks like a Jim
But he's probably not
Scraggly-haired G.F.
He looks more like a "Greasy Fingernails" to me

List for Hidden Poems

Meat locker at work
Customers at work
Desk
Storage room
Drive to Sioux Falls

$100,000

I think I would have to make a movie if I had $100,00. That or try to start up some kind of show or something online. I definately think that if I did the movie though I could make a decent flick considering some of the stuff that gets made and actually sells and manages to turn a profit. Granted, I could probably use it to pay for my schooling and all, but why bother? I'm already getting by with paying for the classes so I might as well use the money to do something fun and possibly make some more money in the process.

Morning Racket (Morning Poem)

Buzzing
Critical and obnoxious
Eating away
at hazy eyes

Annoyed mumbles
Clambering lamps
Hammering away
at foggy mornings

Dead silences
Buttons pressed
Minutes pass
for quiet dreams