Earnie is cool. And not in the over
used generic 'it's cool' sense of the
word, but in the cool jazz miles davis
totally unique character with his own
set of rules and standards sense of
cool. Better yet, Earnie is cool like
Tom Waits- a kind of cool that only
seems to exist in America with all it's
vastness, grit and the rugged urban
individalism of the interstate. A
brilliant drifter who found his way to
New York. Yea, that's earnie allright.
(He'll probably change the world too.)
I'm glad to be his friend.
Unh - Earnie, I'm like a worm, I'm
wormy. Lush leaves turning to silk
like milky reeds, hushed thieves
churning to spill at tilted speeds,
crushing and creeping over the quilt
of melted trees. My code name is silk
worm. He learns it in the time it
takes to burn these Marlboro's up with
a cup of Sam Adams. His fathoms are
deeper than 6000 leagues, he receives
my idle talk like weak weeds, cutting
through the over grown garden, he's
sheathed in silver mead, wreathed in
fine pine trees - plants seeds in dark
alleys, and waits for them to blossom;
moss hung like a colossal possum from
the top rung of a glossy tongue away
from the sun's funds laser gun in
mother earth's underground runs of
water tunnels. How many souls have
been hoed, been grown like this,
sprawling lawns mowed like this? He
teaches toads to be princes, as a
finch minces the dark side, perched on
the fence while at the same time mends
it; hence the stench of replenishment,
present verb tense of mentorship,
clenches the positive in fists of
fury, drenches us with intentions of
healing like a hurried storm, reeling
I smell the warm clouds gather before
the hurricane's born and say; "Damn, I
want to go outside in the rain, though
it might sound crazy... it might sound
crazy. I play with amazing cravings
for leaves, save me please from his
heaving seas of deep seaweed.
This is an interesting guy who has
remained kind in spite of everything
the world has dished out. He'll roller
skate with your kids, uplift you when
you're down, and escort you to the
freaky underside of the city at night.
Brings pie, too. Check him out.
used generic 'it's cool' sense of the
word, but in the cool jazz miles davis
totally unique character with his own
set of rules and standards sense of
cool. Better yet, Earnie is cool like
Tom Waits- a kind of cool that only
seems to exist in America with all it's
vastness, grit and the rugged urban
individalism of the interstate. A
brilliant drifter who found his way to
New York. Yea, that's earnie allright.
(He'll probably change the world too.)
I'm glad to be his friend.
wormy. Lush leaves turning to silk
like milky reeds, hushed thieves
churning to spill at tilted speeds,
crushing and creeping over the quilt
of melted trees. My code name is silk
worm. He learns it in the time it
takes to burn these Marlboro's up with
a cup of Sam Adams. His fathoms are
deeper than 6000 leagues, he receives
my idle talk like weak weeds, cutting
through the over grown garden, he's
sheathed in silver mead, wreathed in
fine pine trees - plants seeds in dark
alleys, and waits for them to blossom;
moss hung like a colossal possum from
the top rung of a glossy tongue away
from the sun's funds laser gun in
mother earth's underground runs of
water tunnels. How many souls have
been hoed, been grown like this,
sprawling lawns mowed like this? He
teaches toads to be princes, as a
finch minces the dark side, perched on
the fence while at the same time mends
it; hence the stench of replenishment,
present verb tense of mentorship,
clenches the positive in fists of
fury, drenches us with intentions of
healing like a hurried storm, reeling
I smell the warm clouds gather before
the hurricane's born and say; "Damn, I
want to go outside in the rain, though
it might sound crazy... it might sound
crazy. I play with amazing cravings
for leaves, save me please from his
heaving seas of deep seaweed.
remained kind in spite of everything
the world has dished out. He'll roller
skate with your kids, uplift you when
you're down, and escort you to the
freaky underside of the city at night.
Brings pie, too. Check him out.