Sometimes.

sometimes my mind is cluttered like a back alley gutter
with the garbage and waste of yesterday's race
and i'm just trying to find tomorrow.

i wish my brain was a sharp as a switch blade knife
surgerically slicing it's way through my life
instead of stabbing me senseless into a puddle of blood
and turning the hills of sand into valleys of mud.

sometimes i'm a little too dramatic
even too the point of fanatic.
sometimes i'm dull when it's in a lull.

sometimes i want to get laid by a grenade
and blown to kingdom come.
and drink fine wine until i'm heavenly numb.

sometimes i'm quiet in a riot.
sometimes i'm loud in a crowd.

sometimes i want to ride a horse into a bank
and rob them blind
and ride off into the sunset of my mind.
sometimes i'll pretend that it's never gonna end.
even though i know it does.
sometimes i'll stick my head in a beehive
just to feel the buzz.

sometimes i write late at night.
sometimes i play all day.

sometimes i'm soaring in the morning
and leavin' in the evenin'

but sometimes i'd just as soon
get stoned in the afternoon. ----- scott copeland


whatever....

i've been trying a new writing exercise.

sometimes i think it's cool.


sometimes it's pretty fucking gay,

scott