©Vince Pawless 2019

Bank on it, you can take that to the bank. Bank yer savings, bank yer talent, save it up for a rainy day. Bank on me being there, bank on me doing what I say I’m gonna do. Banks create money from nofuckingwhere. They bank somebody else’s winnings, then charge them interest on their money to make the bank more money before they charge them to take the money back out. What a rip. Then again, if you knew how the investor made their money you wouldn’t have any sympathy for them. You sound like a bank.

The bank is closed for the holidaze. The bank is closed because you need it to be open, wouldn’t you just know. A spell came over the banks, the banks are a giant with feet of clay. Bank yer paycheck, bank the extra. No extra? Bank it next week. There’s gold in them there banks. If you can bank it you can sock it away, you can salt it away for another day. When you bank itz collateral for something else. Yer bank is yer stash. And it could be underneath the bed. You can lay it away, so to speak.

A bank is a counting house, a bank is the closest thing to a Presbyterian church. Yer money is safe if itz in a bank, ask the short sellers. A bank is full of people’s savings. And though every bank has credit, a bank is full of profitablity. A bank is full of shit. And every bank has a vault full of shit. And finally, every bank is moving to the blockchain, so much for the vault.

Summon a little charismatic wildness.


©Vince Pawless 2019

A cry is closer to a laugh than a sigh.
A cry is closer to a joy than a desperation.
A cry is closer to a better day.
A cry means a better day is around the corner.
A cry is closer to a solution.
A cry is closer to a resolution.
A cry is a strength,a cry is a strong point.
A cry means yer on yer way.
A cry means you did it yerself.
A cry means you can let it go.
A cry means you’ll never let it go.
A cry means you will move along.
A cry is a release from dog shit.
A cry is the first step in another journey.
A cry means yer unafraid.
A cry means yer unconcerned about others.
When you cry, yer gonna make it.
When you cry, yer gonna be alright.
When you cry, yer gonna be OK.
When you cry, yer gonna be just fine.
A cry is not a weakness.
A cry is not a pity.
A cry is not an embarrassment.
A cry is not a blemish.
A cry is not a chink in yer armor.
A cry is not an Achilles Heel.
A cry is not a failing.
A cry is not a feebleness.
A cry is not a vulnerability.
A cry is not a soft spot.
A cry is not a shortcoming.
A cry is not a flaw.
A cry is not a problem.
When you cry, you won’t take no for an answer.
When you cry, yer gonna show yer tough as nails.
When you cry, yer gonna show yer stuff.
When you cry, you won’t be denied.
When you cry, you stare in the face of grief.

It doesn’t hurt to cry, it feels good to cry.
Not to worry, if it gets that bad, try as you may,
you just can’t cry.


©Vince Pawless 2019

Explosion, big explosion, loud explosion. A Big Bang like a backfire. Exploding buildings, exploding planets like a Death Star. The smoke from the explosion, the ring in yer ears from the explosion. The explosion that leveled the city around. Not an explosion, an implosion. The explosion at the blast furnace, the explosion at the nuclear facility, the explosion on the boat, the explosion on the ship, the explosion in the explosives magazine. Prevent the explosion if you can, ignore the explosion if you will. The explosion of ideas, the explosion of words, managing an explosion like IMPROV.

An explosion like a clap of thunder, a detonation like an explosion. The explosion of notes on a piano like Rob Schwimmer. The explosion was a blowout under a geyser of water. An explosion like a roar, an explosion like a concussion. The report of the explosion, the ignition of the explosion, the aftermath of the explosion. The victims of the explosion, those responsible for the explosion. If itz a big enough explosion how do you tell the difference? I wouldn’t be so cavalier with that damn explosive, it might just explode.

Point that gun somewhere else, would ya. Shape charge explosives, war time explosives, peaceful easy explosives, an explosion like a sunrise. Unanticipated explosion. It just exploded, don’t ask me. Like a fireworks stand, like a gun emplacement, like a writer working with his head down. Explode, exploding, explosive, explosively, explosiveness, exploding rivet, exploding top hat. Like Berkeley said, “it wasn’t how loud the explosion was underground. It was how the ground all around raised up and fell back like a pebble into a pond.”

Where I been and how I got here
is like following the flight of a bird.


©Vince Pawless 2019

Lie to me, don’t give me that shit, lie to me. The innocent lie, the bald faced lie, the brazen lie, the honest lie. The lie you can believe in, the lie that stays with you. The lie that pisses you off, the lie that just about anyone would know. The lie before the truth, the truth before the lie, which is which? Does it matter? A good story is a good story.

Better that than another boring rendition of the same old stuff. The lie was what everyone was waiting for, “I never had sexual relations with that woman.” Now, that’s a good one. The believable lie, the publicist’s lie, the conventional lie. Lying in bed, lying around the shack. Lying is more fun than telling the truth to people that would just as soon as lie to you as tell the truth. The backbiting lie, the deceitful lie, the lie in the explanation, the whopper of a lie, the scale of the lie, the breadth of the lie, the importance of the lie, the insignificance of the lie, the lie on the lie, the lie over the lie, lie after lie, the lie in the tall tale, it all was a lie, but when did the lie stop? I see, it never stops.

The slanderous lie. The lie was a distortion. The lie in the rose colored glasses. The lie in the business suit. The lie was a fabrication, had to pay a lot of people to get that kind of lie. Yer not a liar as much as you write fiction well, Bravo!

Let your first invention be yourself.


©Vince Pawless 2019

When your on a roll, you’re on a roll. When your hot, you’re hot. But when you’re not, you ain’t. If you know the ropes you can’t be beat. But you can lose it in a heartbeat. If you’re tuned in you know the tune. If you’re zoned you’re zeroed in like an arrow from a bow. 

If you’re on top of it, you’re on top of the world. When you’re the lead dog, at least, there’s a view. Be defined by the people you know but, be defined by the people you meet. Screech like a raptor, bark like a semiconductor, talk like a commentator. Shine like a silver, hotter than polished steel. Speak thunder, shout out loud, rain down from the sky. Billow like fog, cover ground like a troop movement, take the snap like a quarterback. 

Make it happen, make it so, make it all go away. Make it be.tter than it was. Run the next while, stand your ground, stop on a dime and give ‘em change. Stick your neck out, risk, but know the drill. Do it for yourself, do it for others, do it because it’s right. If you do it, then I don’t have to do it. Fortune favors the brave roll of the dice.

Sometimes the loudest thing
in the house is the rice frying.


©Vince Pawless 2019

Don’t just stand there, do something. Or get outta the way. If you don’t do something about it things will never change. You’re part of the solution if you just do something about it. Doing something about it tells a lot about you. Doing nothing tells something, too. If you could would you do something about it?

I would like to think if the shit hit the fan I would just naturally do something about it. If I didn’t, my mother would slap my ass. I would like to think if the shit hit the fan you would do something about it, too. So much for supposing what someone else would do about it, or not. Maybe someday someone will do something about that, too.

Doing something about it enhances your self esteem. Doing something about it helps others trust there are good people out there that would do something about it if they found something lacking, or if they saw someone hurting. So this is the bottom line, do something about what you can do something about.

Wilder yesterday, wiser today.
I just slowed down to get a better look.


©Jerry Walsh 2019

Keeping it together. When I didn’t have two dimes to rub together it was peace of mind to be able to keep it together. Sometimes I was out of my mind keeping it together. Keeping it together was essential to being out of my mind till the drug wore off. When I thought I was the most together person in the room I had to keep it together just to be heard in the crowd of cocker spaniels. Man, what a noisy vacuum. You don’t even have to hold your breath. That’s a lot of nothing at all.

If you couldn’t keep it together you were not welcome to hang around. When I was just trying to keep it together sometimes the wheel came off the wagon despite my best efforts. Here’s a hint, it’s only together as the least together of you. If you couldn’t keep it together you went home and worked out on whatever it was till you could comb your hair, dress up in the threads, and put on the air of arrogance it took to make it look together as hell.

When I wasn’t good enough to even be on the bill keeping it together was all I had to take home from the gig. But after a time even that was in the rear view mirror. Keeping it together is habit forming. Thank goodness. Keeping it together zounds easy, but it’s not. Keeping it together is hard to do, but easier than you think. “sun so hot I froze to death”… this zounds like a cacophony of contradiction because it is. Maybe that’s part of the thrill of keeping it together in the first place.

You can take pride in keeping it together. You can take comfort in keeping it together. You’re doing your part when you keep it together. You’re showing others the way when you keep it together. You’re on top of the world when you keep it together. You’re leading the pack when you keep it together. If you can’t even be on time you can keep it together. And if it isn’t good enough for whomever, at least you can keep it together. People like you because you’ll keep it together around them. And If everything goes to hell in a handbag, at least, you can keep it together enough to keep it together.

No god.
No politics.
Noo problem.


©Vince Pawless 2019

It’z a thing of beauty. She is a thing of beauty. The hillside is beautiful, the mountain is beautiful, the sky is beautiful. The trip is beautiful, the city by the bay is beautiful, the city in the desert is beautiful. Everywhere I look is beautiful. The flower is beautiful, the vase you put the flowers in is beautiful. The paintings my guitar maker does are beautiful. Beautiful sculpture, beautiful way of looking at the world. Beautiful prose, beautiful poetry, beautiful music. Beautiful end to a beautiful complication. 

The search for beauty, the struggle the writer endures to make something beautiful out of something plain like the truth. Beautiful design, beautiful result. Beauty launches fleets, beauty christens ships, beauty wages wars. Beauty stops the bullshit, beauty starts the dialogue, beauty is stunning. Beauty is a movement in the Star Spangled Banner. The beauty in the window, welcome to Amsterdam. The horse is beautiful, the horseman rides beautifully. The bull is beautiful, ask Ginger. Beautiful ranch, beautiful circumstance, beautiful night sky from there. 

Beautiful effort, ravishingly beautiful, shapely and beautiful, splendidly beautiful. Beautiful beginning to the rest of the world. Beautiful time, beautiful place, beautiful hour of the day. Beautiful darkness, beautiful morning, beautiful color against all the beautiful colors, which one is beautiful to you? Y’know somewhere out there is a beautiful girl with beautiful thoughts about you. If you can’t see that itz beautiful, perhaps you’re not looking. Now, tell me there’s not something beautiful about a little of every screaming thing in this ugly old world.

What she gives me is better than a pony.


©︎Vince Pawless 2019

Keep calm, carry on. Calm in the eye of the storm, were that it was always this way. Calm seas. Calm doctor, good bedside manner. Calm down, calm winds, calm weather. Calm attitude, calming skies, calming voice, calming demeanor. Calm day under the sun. Calm waters. Becalmed, be glad yer not pissed off about anything this moment. That’s why they call them moments. Peaceful calm, breezeless calm, bucolic calm. Harmonious calm, hushed calm, aloof calm, cool headed calm. 

Dispassionate calm, imperturbable calm, laid back kinda calm. If yer stoned yer calm, if yer levelheaded yer calm. Poised calm, relaxed calm, serene calm, unmoved, and calm, in a hush of the calm. The piece of mind in a calm, the peacefulness of calm, the stillness of calm. When you are becalmed you are dead in the water. Calm like a balm, pacified by calm, stands to reason. The quiet of calm, the sound of calm, a breathless calm, the love of calm, the soothing calm, the deserved calm, wish it would never end. At peace with calm, this’ll take some getting used to. Simmer down big fella, and be calm.

How far is far? Way far. How far
is good? This far. How far is better?
That far. How far is enough? No such thing.
How far is too much? That’s far enough.


©Vince Pawless 2019

I can’t believe you said that, I can’t believe you meant it. I can’t believe this is happening. I can’t believe itz done. I can’t believe you want me to, I can’t believe you want me to go away. I can’t believe I’m here, I can’t believe I could be taken so unaware. I can’t believe you won’t be here when I return. What are you, stupid? What are you ignorant, what are you ignorant and stupid? 

I can’t believe I can go on from here, my ass. I can’t believe anything. I can’t believe what I think I know. I don’t believe you, I don’t know who to trust, I don’t have a clue, I don’t wanna know either. I don’t care what you think, I don’t care what you say, it don’t mean a thing. Can you believe that? Can you accept that itz true? I won’t be here to take this kind of shit again. I can’t stand the dude in charge, I can’t deal with the inconsistency. 

I don’t believe in the teachings. I don’t believe in the book. I don’t have a handle on the situation. I don’t know the way outta here. I don’t know how I got here. I don’t know how I’ll get away. I don’t know if I can, I don’t know if I will. I don’t know if I really want to. I don’t think anyone has a clue. That’s alright, everybody has got cares of their own. And I can respect that, but I don’t have to stick around to listen to it. And I don’t believe in Beatles… John Lennon said that.


I turned my back on everything
and it was…peaceful.