Stayed up late again; tired today. Missed seeing The Whitlams; my friend had a ticket. Got a bit of work/note taking/organization done, so it wasn't a complete loss. Been going through my old writing to submit it to a literary magazine; its better then i expected. Wish me luck.

Found this bit I wrote for my friend Lauren ages ago. It was Bob Dylan's birthday on Tuesday; i used to write poems of praise for him on that day.
I recited my Milton today. Went well.

'I wish i could write you a melody so plain
To hold you, dear lady, from going insane' -Bob Dylan

But i've got nothing in me ta free ya from the chaos
Only the vision of the multitude contained within

All those pagan passions an the crying for release
Ride 'till the end 'cause i wish i had the same
You don't have problems, babe, you've just got a past
An a bag of good stories even if they don't last

There's always some him or some mythical her
Forget them all; you're you and you're all
I'm not much of a rhymer, but i know just enough
To tell you to calm down an stop acting so tough

Just curl up, babe, let it all wander away
You contain multitudes; you've got so much to say
posted by Robot Devil at 12:56 AM