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Odds and Ends, Blind Spots & Half Finished Ideas
Odds and Ends, Blind Spots & Half Finished Ideas
Odds and Ends, Blind Spots & Half Finished Ideas
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Paul Goats 1st book is poetry for people who hate poetry (outside of music). Throughout Paul's life his friends have described his views on things as offbeat, weird, sarcastic, ironic, "right on the money". If you have a sense of humor, are willing to be honest with yourself and have ever let yourself be young, you'll connect to some if not all of these words. From your teens through your twenties, when you face life "on your own", your senses and feelings lead you to stand or run from time to time, learning hopefully what life really is.

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PublisherPaul Goat
Release dateNov 18, 2011
ISBN9781466030565
Odds and Ends, Blind Spots & Half Finished Ideas
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Paul Goat

Paul Goat grew up in Wisconsin, lived in California and resides in Florida with his wife and five cats.

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    Odds and Ends, Blind Spots & Half Finished Ideas - Paul Goat

    ODDS AND ENDS,

    BLIND SPOTS AND

    HALF FINISHED IDEAS

    by

    Paul Goat

    Smashwords Edition

    Copyright 2011 Paul Goat

    For other works by this author visit

    www.PaulGoat.com

    ***~~~***

    These odds and ends, blind spots and half finished ideas

    are taken from my sporadically kept journals

    old notes, loose pages, and random thoughts,

    made from time to time. They are not complete,

    just patterns of thought.

    ● ● ●

    You will hear of an episode

    usually sexual, or involving drugs.

    later with nothing left

    depressed, down on myself

    I try again, so hard

    if I knew what to do

    if I knew what not to do.

    I fell so far this time

    don’t think I’ll ever get up

    not sure I want to

    there’s no one there for me

    if I did try again

    like the hundred times before

    but there’s nothing else to do

    except try again alone

    if you want freedom

    sometimes if you don’t

    ● ● ●

    First time to this town

    so I look with interest

    in a rented car that’s clean

    and smelling antiseptic

    gray skies and potholed streets

    brown brick buildings

    boarded windows and graffiti

    nothing neat

    miles of that here

    and there’s one re-occurring theme

    the yellow tape

    the crime scene ribbon

    On the barricades and trees

    from the fence gate to the railings

    to encircle our victims feet

    ● ● ●

    I tried to live

    one day at a time

    but I was too busy

    living yesterday

    and tomorrow

    to get anything done

    today

    so I gave up on today

    and just lived in tomorrow

    because yesterday haunted me

    and chased me away

    from living today

    but I promised myself

    to stop re-living yesterday

    and start living in today

    but I’ll do that tomorrow

    ● ● ●

    There’s been times I felt

    I could give up the ghost

    the ghost I chased from

    coast to coast

    I finally gave up just before I caught it

    when I let go of the loss

    I quit losing what I found

    there’s always part of me here

    and part of me never around

    downtown? underground?

    just shows up for a meal or two

    then wanders around

    soul confused

    wandering in the restlessness

    of the media mindset

    the media normal

    always claiming it to be

    exactly what it isn’t

    ● ● ●

    A man and woman debating

    the sexes at work...

    You men cause all the wars! She said with finality.

    I’ll accept that. he said, "As soon as you prove

    to me women don’t marry for money."

    ● ● ●

    Bliss

    she had a therapist

    and I had one too

    and we had another therapist

    together

    and when they finished their

    research on us

    they said we should get married

    the day after never

    they said I’m a little crazy

    she’s a little nuts

    but we’re real crazy together

    and if we ever go to having kids

    they’d be crazy forever

    ● ● ●

    I figured out my feelings

    in clouds of arithmetic

    I calculated oceans

    of emotion born reasons

    of why, why, why

    and still missed the ship

    just on the dock feeling

    feeling not sure if I’m glad

    I missed the ship

    ● ● ●

    If you don’t have confidence

    at least have courage

    courage is a choice

    in spite of fear

    confidence is just

    conditioning

    ● ● ●

    It’s election year

    this lie

    that lie

    lie about

    the other lie

    lay down lies

    lie around lies

    lift up lies

    move around lies

    shift about lies

    get down turn around

    talk about another lie

    ● ● ●

    Always waiting for that fateful event

    always supposing

    making incomplete works

    disjointed phrases

    you're not adequate

    you’re too negative

    wondering instead of working

    watching nothing happen fast

    I was standing at the base of a waterfall shivering

    overwhelmed, unable to think

    words and letters

    sounds and images

    pouring like a torrent

    a Niagara of conflicting, meaningless symbols

    spraying me with emotion and lust

    roaring intensity

    but when this hype hits bottom

    it becomes a river again

    an empty package in a trash can

    a credit card bill that went from

    had to have

    to can’t get out from under

    ● ● ●

    Run quickly no time to lose

    because to wait right here

    is on the clock blues

    paid by the hour

    spent by the minute

    is how it’s felt

    when your in it

    when the hours add up to eighty

    the state and mighty take the gravy

    what’s left is called disposable

    and that’s where it’s sent

    with all speed possible

    looking at the numbers

    crunching them up

    when the dust does settle

    I’m left with the dust

    ● ● ●

    My computer’s down

    I can’t get it up

    seems my memory

    just ain’t big enough

    my floppy disk

    won’t read

    won’t write

    I don’t know what I’ll

    do with it tonight

    my monitor won’t give me no color

    my printer just writes

    dear john; get another

    and the internet just bytes

    I’m so turned off

    I think I’ll read a book tonight

    ● ● ●

    Are you desperate?

    thoughts bumping around

    not sure

    thinking

    but too confused to retain a idea

    you sound angry, friends tell you

    but are you?

    is it something else?

    something just out of consciousness

    you just don’t have a word for it

    you want something

    but the words… not even words for it

    like a spirit wont let it be so

    not yet anyway

    no, you have to wait

    for some cosmic bus to pick you up

    and you hate it.

    ● ● ●

    You went to a job interview. It wasn’t much, stocking shelves and checkout. You have a degree for God’s sakes. The application, fill it out here, math test, ok. Call back for interview. Then the face to face, tell me about yourself. Well, I’m looking for work, part-time. (While I look for a real job), you’re thinking. 45 min. later you’re out of there and the second interview is scheduled, this time with two interviewers. They read questions line by line from a three ring binder they got at some hiring seminar. Who doesn’t trust them

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