i like a poem that says
'my friend'
is inviting, pal
keep that shit up
November 27, 2013
November 25, 2013
how ya doing
man alive is talking
about a foot in a couch
is a man in the wind flat.
which is where we stood.
i wouldn't have laughed but i had.
loved it, in fact.
loved where to start
less than a foot
from the space heater
i throw a blanket on it
designate its gender
and pet it, cheek
against fleece against steel
this is better than a dog
tells her
man alive is talking
about a foot in a couch
is a man in the wind flat.
which is where we stood.
i wouldn't have laughed but i had.
loved it, in fact.
loved where to start
less than a foot
from the space heater
i throw a blanket on it
designate its gender
and pet it, cheek
against fleece against steel
this is better than a dog
tells her
November 24, 2013
i hope all is well
what these celebs have
in common with us
is a smokey basement
tan and lighter browns
lights pass hands
fingers touch fuck
when you've got a little
give it a match strike
circle round the enviro-log
now i awaaake!
she two rises
in the yard the snow
of ash peppered
us and our jasmine tea
enviro-log disintegrated
what these celebs have
in common with us
is a smokey basement
tan and lighter browns
lights pass hands
fingers touch fuck
when you've got a little
give it a match strike
circle round the enviro-log
now i awaaake!
she two rises
in the yard the snow
of ash peppered
us and our jasmine tea
enviro-log disintegrated
November 21, 2013
November 17, 2013
11/3/13
over and over again
seasons think
I do come again
burst into the shower
mumble and drink
like a baby,
I walk to the part of
the room
where two windows
and a door meet
a blanket of sun
on my bare ass
feels fantastic
my warm ass
seasons think
I do come again
burst into the shower
mumble and drink
like a baby,
I walk to the part of
the room
where two windows
and a door meet
a blanket of sun
on my bare ass
feels fantastic
my warm ass
I sit outside
down on the blue
since my baby said
goodbye
hit me when the
lows are low
Takahashi could cry
look at me, a
song, a
child of 25
moving up there?
Blue at any point in time,
and sigh,
only trying travel
an exhilarating
expense of the
mind & breath
give
give
give
take in trees
never in
---
Sunset Strip
a languishing future
meet you on
the escalator
the stream long hairs
too -- obsessive compulsive
w books and
flies -- pretty shy -- I,
can't think of why,
can be skin-to-skin
can be sopping wet
and dry --
faces strange
faces, passions drain
in the may
made in it rain
today, humid pains
burning sprains --
more
morain --
a term geology.
down on the blue
since my baby said
goodbye
hit me when the
lows are low
Takahashi could cry
look at me, a
song, a
child of 25
moving up there?
Blue at any point in time,
and sigh,
only trying travel
an exhilarating
expense of the
mind & breath
give
give
give
take in trees
never in
---
Sunset Strip
a languishing future
meet you on
the escalator
the stream long hairs
too -- obsessive compulsive
w books and
flies -- pretty shy -- I,
can't think of why,
can be skin-to-skin
can be sopping wet
and dry --
faces strange
faces, passions drain
in the may
made in it rain
today, humid pains
burning sprains --
more
morain --
a term geology.
Stranger
don't look
away, there
exists a pair
of eyes for
you here!
even if for
a passing breeze
a drop of a leaf
isn't that
something more
than cars smog
and random
chatter that
means shit to
you
like this look these faces
perhaps you're
too encumbered
by the weight
of yr own
steps and posture
to be bothered,
w/such trifles
life is one big
trifle to me.
I've got in it
got out too
thinking of
gramps there
don't look back --
bad luck they say,
family superstition.
lower eyes like
casket
throw a rose onto
lashes
mood = indigo
song --
Jacks, squares
aligned
cards for colleagues
not really colleagues.
where to go from here
until September?
don't look
away, there
exists a pair
of eyes for
you here!
even if for
a passing breeze
a drop of a leaf
isn't that
something more
than cars smog
and random
chatter that
means shit to
you
like this look these faces
perhaps you're
too encumbered
by the weight
of yr own
steps and posture
to be bothered,
w/such trifles
life is one big
trifle to me.
I've got in it
got out too
thinking of
gramps there
don't look back --
bad luck they say,
family superstition.
lower eyes like
casket
throw a rose onto
lashes
mood = indigo
song --
Jacks, squares
aligned
cards for colleagues
not really colleagues.
where to go from here
until September?
(no title)
Steps!
on and all
steps down
ride swivel
slide,
on each curb
a ramp an orange
a man steps out
skips around comes
to work
at night? no.
have fun fucking each
other now
don't say shit
don't quiz me on any-
-thing
Don't smile & whistle
don't cock
yr head and
grasp anything
it is for the
better
says old tzu
he tasted that vinegar,
boy, man,
heaven sweats
a sickle marks away on
the forehead
many bumps --
that is such
an agreeable road to take
o! god the
frustration
to not complete the lines
what resources do
you have, what
meaning outside
besides empty fiction
men renew and hoard
the lazing pages, a
mindless filter
I'll dictate to you
what to do and how
to do it, impress upon
you what makes women
and men
what keeps them apart,
brings them together
-- girl, you've got
an option now
but you toss it as if
they came easily to
most -- that's
privilege
that's a sign
that you should
(music continues)
She twirled toward me once
in a piano scale of
lights, sat w/
straight back
of all the times
against a back --
drop --
of fountain lights
we took a pic --
no, she took one
of me, I wish I could
see it now, was I
in love? would such a
thing show on my face?
I loved her
sitting w/ a completely
satisfied face
endorphins flowing
over a bag
tongue sliding side to side
o,
o,
o,
o, me?
call o,
o, me?
call
don't dare
to,
don't dare to ask
and wonder --
all I have left of
those times, shit
the fuck do I do
w/ these memories
besides write poems?
this poem
is memory
in active flow
in active flow
flow/here
flows/water
in between the jets
in the fountain
watching the city from
a window,
looking at myself on the ground,
looking up --
w/ a feeling that I
might want to
leave, always that
feeling to abruptly sense
the right and
no's of thesituation
man, fuck that.
should've left
should've left
forever, and cut it off
like a snake bite --
nothing here left but the
nub that is a
poem --
Shivering stunned
and confused! @_@
senselessly beautiful
no twirls
no hips in the embrace
the eyes in the hug
no sensing anything
anymore
but a poem that
sings and
I hum along
w/ empty stomach and
heart, until
later, I
hungry for her
write my fill
burp, piss, shit,
come,
away, stayed.
on and all
steps down
ride swivel
slide,
on each curb
a ramp an orange
a man steps out
skips around comes
to work
at night? no.
have fun fucking each
other now
don't say shit
don't quiz me on any-
-thing
Don't smile & whistle
don't cock
yr head and
grasp anything
it is for the
better
says old tzu
he tasted that vinegar,
boy, man,
heaven sweats
a sickle marks away on
the forehead
many bumps --
that is such
an agreeable road to take
o! god the
frustration
to not complete the lines
what resources do
you have, what
meaning outside
besides empty fiction
men renew and hoard
the lazing pages, a
mindless filter
I'll dictate to you
what to do and how
to do it, impress upon
you what makes women
and men
what keeps them apart,
brings them together
-- girl, you've got
an option now
but you toss it as if
they came easily to
most -- that's
privilege
that's a sign
that you should
(music continues)
She twirled toward me once
in a piano scale of
lights, sat w/
straight back
of all the times
against a back --
drop --
of fountain lights
we took a pic --
no, she took one
of me, I wish I could
see it now, was I
in love? would such a
thing show on my face?
I loved her
sitting w/ a completely
satisfied face
endorphins flowing
over a bag
tongue sliding side to side
o,
o,
o,
o, me?
call o,
o, me?
call
don't dare
to,
don't dare to ask
and wonder --
all I have left of
those times, shit
the fuck do I do
w/ these memories
besides write poems?
this poem
is memory
in active flow
in active flow
flow/here
flows/water
in between the jets
in the fountain
watching the city from
a window,
looking at myself on the ground,
looking up --
w/ a feeling that I
might want to
leave, always that
feeling to abruptly sense
the right and
no's of the
man, fuck that.
should've left
should've left
forever, and cut it off
like a snake bite --
nothing here left but the
nub that is a
poem --
Shivering stunned
and confused! @_@
senselessly beautiful
no twirls
no hips in the embrace
the eyes in the hug
no sensing anything
anymore
but a poem that
sings and
I hum along
w/ empty stomach and
heart, until
later, I
hungry for her
write my fill
burp, piss, shit,
come,
away, stayed.
PGW over the
income limits
full w/ a big belli
I, having the
obsessed notion
of an acrylic table
a bigger yard
than expected
a stanza distorted
by a cigarette
line a puff
sucking in of
bread acme
w/ Dan, not a great
or in his own words,
a fun shopping
companion.
What do I do I
just write write
write?
What am I doing
I just
lay down and
resolve not to
fight at all,
I just
lay flat on my back
and scream incessantly
and hear the
things that come
through --
a foreign
language.
Don't listen to me
Don't speak to me
Don't hold my hand
my shoulders sore
and weak
stretches and breaks
I gotta make calls
I gotta answer the
texts
I gotta take calls
I feel like a
wreck
I feel like a text
in a wreck
so many 'important'
things to do
I do it all I
grocery shop
walk home
just flop
Don't use someone else's
benefits Don't excuse
me 'got enough there'
nod head rapidly
fun times wax
I know all yr
friends I miss
a few times last night
Fran came w/ Madison
she was a cute girl
she looks like that girl
that needed rescuing
when she started
drinking again.
She pulls up, I wave her
in I say howya doing
she gives a cute smile
she has short hair
which I find cute
I place the AC in the
trunk and they drive off
I wear beb's blue slippers
outside/they took
a long time
I was nearing the end of
a cigarette
and thought man one
cigarette and still not
here/I try to finish
the depressing death of
Ivan Ilyich
the poor bastard can I
relate to him then
when he screams
he screams for three
days straight.
income limits
full w/ a big belli
I, having the
obsessed notion
of an acrylic table
a bigger yard
than expected
a stanza distorted
by a cigarette
line a puff
sucking in of
bread acme
w/ Dan, not a great
or in his own words,
a fun shopping
companion.
What do I do I
just write write
write?
What am I doing
I just
lay down and
resolve not to
fight at all,
I just
lay flat on my back
and scream incessantly
and hear the
things that come
through --
a foreign
language.
Don't listen to me
Don't speak to me
Don't hold my hand
my shoulders sore
and weak
stretches and breaks
I gotta make calls
I gotta answer the
texts
I gotta take calls
I feel like a
wreck
I feel like a text
in a wreck
so many 'important'
things to do
I do it all I
grocery shop
walk home
just flop
Don't use someone else's
benefits Don't excuse
me 'got enough there'
nod head rapidly
fun times wax
I know all yr
friends I miss
a few times last night
Fran came w/ Madison
she was a cute girl
she looks like that girl
that needed rescuing
when she started
drinking again.
She pulls up, I wave her
in I say howya doing
she gives a cute smile
she has short hair
which I find cute
I place the AC in the
trunk and they drive off
I wear beb's blue slippers
outside/they took
a long time
I was nearing the end of
a cigarette
and thought man one
cigarette and still not
here/I try to finish
the depressing death of
Ivan Ilyich
the poor bastard can I
relate to him then
when he screams
he screams for three
days straight.
November 10, 2013
jasmine
in my own time,
could've managed them all
playwrights and pitfalls
this is mine
a cold morning breeze
on my toes
Garfield and ash
ash bits in tea
Jasmine
could've managed them all
playwrights and pitfalls
this is mine
a cold morning breeze
on my toes
Garfield and ash
ash bits in tea
Jasmine
If I would apply myself
scolding trees against
my back
turns I leave
a new one up to the coarse clouds
wino speeches whips in
the wind
"Oh man, a narrow bed!"
Can't hardly stop shivering in the
faces of friends and
new persons
what was last year's birthday?
how about powerade?
yeh, sure, fine.
Blue or red? always blue
Blue she giggled on
Blue the sofa.
Blue it takes care
of her.
scolding trees against
my back
turns I leave
a new one up to the coarse clouds
wino speeches whips in
the wind
"Oh man, a narrow bed!"
Can't hardly stop shivering in the
faces of friends and
new persons
what was last year's birthday?
how about powerade?
yeh, sure, fine.
Blue or red? always blue
Blue she giggled on
Blue the sofa.
Blue it takes care
of her.
October 16, 2013
youxia
you xia er
boyhood knight
runs errands gifted
trapezoidal legs
crooned to theme
of the Dagger Society
a small knife
brought him here
had him a me day
free - rain - & sun
hook drills
and sitting after
in his wooden chair
tried to force inspiration
upon himself
fist in cheek twiddling
his pen-flute
large grasshopper
outside the theater
boyhood knight
runs errands gifted
trapezoidal legs
crooned to theme
of the Dagger Society
a small knife
brought him here
had him a me day
free - rain - & sun
hook drills
and sitting after
in his wooden chair
tried to force inspiration
upon himself
fist in cheek twiddling
his pen-flute
large grasshopper
outside the theater
acid tablet
no game as game
there they have courtship
y'knowwe go on dates here
it's a little
tree in the past
dates awkward to an
extent,
everyone tryna be cool
make ann impression
this, how i imagine
attraction
e nough, exciting show downs
now
pistol-blocked
pressing this person
stressful
you wanna say the right thing
talkin' bout bullshit
families, trade
everything that constituted
yr identity
my parents do
Distinguishing girls looking
for media generated ideas
coca-cola boyfriend
see, what's cool?
See--
Frank Sherlock
at Tasker Morris
I'm sweating
wool sweater
there they have courtship
y'knowwe go on dates here
it's a little
tree in the past
dates awkward to an
extent,
everyone tryna be cool
make ann impression
this, how i imagine
attraction
e nough, exciting show downs
now
pistol-blocked
pressing this person
stressful
you wanna say the right thing
talkin' bout bullshit
families, trade
everything that constituted
yr identity
my parents do
Distinguishing girls looking
for media generated ideas
coca-cola boyfriend
see, what's cool?
See--
Frank Sherlock
at Tasker Morris
I'm sweating
wool sweater
smiles sean with a cig 10/2/13
couldn't afford to look thru
the window, i says to him hope that
hey ah pal oh my love, ohmy
perhzps shop her out of there
neil stared, the sun squinted
girl at work lives in wsq
and i said what? a little loudly
at the desk
but in green park
a red backpack
I tried picking him up
playing soccer
at the end of the
pile of photos
sean smiles with a cig
the window, i says to him hope that
hey ah pal oh my love, ohmy
perhzps shop her out of there
neil stared, the sun squinted
girl at work lives in wsq
and i said what? a little loudly
at the desk
but in green park
a red backpack
I tried picking him up
playing soccer
at the end of the
pile of photos
sean smiles with a cig
September 12, 2013
September 2, 2013
30 second mountain climbers
shower bleach it hangs a towel
smells
shirtless espresso underwear smoke
window rainy outdoor stoop boxer
pantless setups ridiculous paid time off
hereafter known as labor day
the sky falls in pieces
into my coffee mug
sip sip! lightly sauteed tomatoes
bacon grease dressing
garlic garlic never enough garlic
and so what about it
i'll meet for a coffee if you say so
and if you believe the rain isn't
an obstacle
bon apple credit
dig in dig in, to a halfway
filled ashtray
aloe plant and mountain cactus
solar powered daisy toy
waves good morning
in the dark of an office
100 computers rot
blinking at each other
sd
semi interesting project
she has bestowed upon me
until i hear o more
expressway has a warm floor
ever felt it with yr cheek?
or the ceiling
of the comcast center
i rub my toes against
the underside of my wooden desk
and feel a bump
as i exhale
shower bleach it hangs a towel
smells
shirtless espresso underwear smoke
window rainy outdoor stoop boxer
pantless setups ridiculous paid time off
hereafter known as labor day
the sky falls in pieces
into my coffee mug
sip sip! lightly sauteed tomatoes
bacon grease dressing
garlic garlic never enough garlic
and so what about it
i'll meet for a coffee if you say so
and if you believe the rain isn't
an obstacle
bon apple credit
dig in dig in, to a halfway
filled ashtray
aloe plant and mountain cactus
solar powered daisy toy
waves good morning
in the dark of an office
100 computers rot
blinking at each other
sd
semi interesting project
she has bestowed upon me
until i hear o more
expressway has a warm floor
ever felt it with yr cheek?
or the ceiling
of the comcast center
i rub my toes against
the underside of my wooden desk
and feel a bump
as i exhale
August 19, 2013
August 15, 2013
Songs L,M,N,O,P
I'd never write to you again
rolling backward, frost
a flame of my labor
wings swung, and the lamest
grey eyes crowding, in them lost
many men taught me, many beggars
penny penny lost, oh, god
jokingly i would just say
like, go to, um that fridge
get me a good humor bar, walk
it over, so muted by the kitchen
a good humor bar, and scratches the back of my head
like you would a dog that you
raised, trained, all that
i'm being treated, churring! smiling!
still, like a pitiful dumb beast i love you
all, if you will, dried up and done
and the bar sits at the desk
and melts like a tongue
on tongue
---
send me spinning over the big ol moon
ho ho man, so bright.
five things i could change
baby you're like a big ol moon
and i'm a spaceship orbiting your orbit, yo
i'm the entire alphabet of love
i'm at the back of the party
without contact**neither hanging
clut ching
some lucky night, my memories
will dissolve
sun, even, goes
---
men content with the idea
oh bim bom zow
cymbals
the long sweetness of times stretch like taffy
sweet taffy
salt ocean
rock poem
fried chicken
yummy poem
good for all of the senses
look at it
smell, it
taste it
hear, and even fear it
spring of 19 joys and secrets
achhoooo!
and god bless you
but me being afraid as a child always
winter full of the blows
hush, dude,
and take slow
achievement at the height of my power
when i speak real content
shit forget it
---
dead january sole geometry
sold it with a brush and cane
frailty, missingno, mystery mail thief,
adjoining there in the wood corner lane
killing mockingbirds and hear
the all too common locust
and greek as in the noise
powerhouse of flesh and of fiber
take a piss anywhere you want
but having to walk the same paths
moving nearer it is the opposite of dark
and i'm a bit drunk
think of you
and hack away into the night
caaaaaaackle
---
i'm with you
all
night
l ong
and even
the window
drowns
rolling backward, frost
a flame of my labor
wings swung, and the lamest
grey eyes crowding, in them lost
many men taught me, many beggars
penny penny lost, oh, god
jokingly i would just say
like, go to, um that fridge
get me a good humor bar, walk
it over, so muted by the kitchen
a good humor bar, and scratches the back of my head
like you would a dog that you
raised, trained, all that
i'm being treated, churring! smiling!
still, like a pitiful dumb beast i love you
all, if you will, dried up and done
and the bar sits at the desk
and melts like a tongue
on tongue
---
send me spinning over the big ol moon
ho ho man, so bright.
five things i could change
baby you're like a big ol moon
and i'm a spaceship orbiting your orbit, yo
i'm the entire alphabet of love
i'm at the back of the party
without contact**neither hanging
clut ching
some lucky night, my memories
will dissolve
sun, even, goes
---
men content with the idea
oh bim bom zow
cymbals
the long sweetness of times stretch like taffy
sweet taffy
salt ocean
rock poem
fried chicken
yummy poem
good for all of the senses
look at it
smell, it
taste it
hear, and even fear it
spring of 19 joys and secrets
achhoooo!
and god bless you
but me being afraid as a child always
winter full of the blows
hush, dude,
and take slow
achievement at the height of my power
when i speak real content
shit forget it
---
dead january sole geometry
sold it with a brush and cane
frailty, missingno, mystery mail thief,
adjoining there in the wood corner lane
killing mockingbirds and hear
the all too common locust
and greek as in the noise
powerhouse of flesh and of fiber
take a piss anywhere you want
but having to walk the same paths
moving nearer it is the opposite of dark
and i'm a bit drunk
think of you
and hack away into the night
caaaaaaackle
---
i'm with you
all
night
l ong
and even
the window
drowns
August 14, 2013
i pass
a cherry
evening now
from cross
the street
now how
many times
have i
told you
what are
you gonna
have to eat?
on the bright
she sits legs
crossed
smokes and cries
of flames hissing
strong stoves
jumps out too
in that hairdo
-----
what for?
what good is a rotten case
good here?
guess i do loook
kind of funny
curt?
she marries
yea i married you
eat yr supper become
sizzling ( sizzling noises )
clatter of a restaurant full of men
you can stay and a high pitched voice
gold beans, hey
marshall, the man
i'm looking for,
he comes from behind the bar
reading up territorial law
being feinting ill, next time
he sets foot in this town
officer, arrest who?
you mean,
Liverty Valance?
a cherry
evening now
from cross
the street
now how
many times
have i
told you
what are
you gonna
have to eat?
on the bright
she sits legs
crossed
smokes and cries
of flames hissing
strong stoves
jumps out too
in that hairdo
-----
what for?
what good is a rotten case
good here?
guess i do loook
kind of funny
curt?
she marries
yea i married you
eat yr supper become
sizzling ( sizzling noises )
clatter of a restaurant full of men
you can stay and a high pitched voice
gold beans, hey
marshall, the man
i'm looking for,
he comes from behind the bar
reading up territorial law
being feinting ill, next time
he sets foot in this town
officer, arrest who?
you mean,
Liverty Valance?
take it e -z baybee
poor red fingers
torn knuckle 2 knuckle
splish splash
sound of dishes being washed
the sound of a typewriter makes
being typed on
a cap! starred, four to be
exact,
gear grinding, sat
the poet, yukking it up
in Spanish
w/ a box full of chickens and turkeys
outside to my BMW
'I would really like
to be a part of the people
that cracks down on these frauds'
speing subsides
spring, i meant to type
spring subsides
what the hell was
that noise?
what if a giant bug
beb, just came out of the ceiling
one night and just pulled me up
beb?
when was the last
time i wrote of spring
probably last spring
reader don't mind
zebra condensation on glass orange coaster flecks of wood table
that sentence let me tap the glass
with the carriage!
sound sound it sounded
like, ding!
poor red fingers
torn knuckle 2 knuckle
splish splash
sound of dishes being washed
the sound of a typewriter makes
being typed on
a cap! starred, four to be
exact,
gear grinding, sat
the poet, yukking it up
in Spanish
w/ a box full of chickens and turkeys
outside to my BMW
'I would really like
to be a part of the people
that cracks down on these frauds'
speing subsides
spring, i meant to type
spring subsides
what the hell was
that noise?
what if a giant bug
beb, just came out of the ceiling
one night and just pulled me up
beb?
when was the last
time i wrote of spring
probably last spring
reader don't mind
zebra condensation on glass orange coaster flecks of wood table
that sentence let me tap the glass
with the carriage!
sound sound it sounded
like, ding!
August 10, 2013
lake of the fall
I'm that know-it-all
of the true straight street
there on that window peak
hurts too
hurts to do
mr grovernor wheelden
settled with his opinion
trees try gaps that far
breezing in sedan car
used to be asleep
finding it all over me
likely, I was so young
brought lives in and sung
O, go west the tv said
I do what the television says
it says blame fools
it says deep pool
on monday night I laid awake
thinking of a double take
apple cider crew
bud that was to you
lovingly I stay awake
clutching cigs and all her shakes
goddamn fools
goddamn deep pools
justify that unchained dog
yelping after a log
I stay put
I watch that mutt
used to hallucinate fanfare
shower drain I dig out hair
hard white walls
long black halls
settling into sun rays
secrets of it on nova played
police storms
I pass safe and warm
I'm that know-it-all
of the true straight street
there on that window peak
hurts too
hurts to do
mr grovernor wheelden
settled with his opinion
trees try gaps that far
breezing in sedan car
used to be asleep
finding it all over me
likely, I was so young
brought lives in and sung
O, go west the tv said
I do what the television says
it says blame fools
it says deep pool
on monday night I laid awake
thinking of a double take
apple cider crew
bud that was to you
lovingly I stay awake
clutching cigs and all her shakes
goddamn fools
goddamn deep pools
justify that unchained dog
yelping after a log
I stay put
I watch that mutt
used to hallucinate fanfare
shower drain I dig out hair
hard white walls
long black halls
settling into sun rays
secrets of it on nova played
police storms
I pass safe and warm
August 2, 2013
good poem, good poem
what kid of writing a loud mout
h trouble scaped i
n the grudges of a mammal we said
we coudldn't eat
it was carnivorous
trouble thing with mouths
sis that is that exact
put these smokes in my lips
bite on the butt
bite butts
big and sk
butts (shit also
trouble with months)
(shit
tired
h trouble scaped i
n the grudges of a mammal we said
we coudldn't eat
it was carnivorous
trouble thing with mouths
sis that is that exact
put these smokes in my lips
bite on the butt
bite butts
big and sk
butts (shit also
trouble with months)
(shit
tired
when the light gets dark
that first line the first line
of a Dan Yorty song
he came over w/ a six
pack of pabst
to my apt
and fixed
my spot lights,
being
so adept
at lighting
last rolling
rock
to make it
down
the hill I
see her, man,
and hide
always hiding
I think
I love
her or everything else
left to say
amounts to hey
remember this
a sticky photo
I pull
from a box from the dust
of my parent's home
I don't like to throw my letters
away I say No! Keep those
(O, if I had the mind
and love to
spare)
I wouldn't be
sitting
besides mosquitoes
I wouldn't be
in
delayed hurt
got to submit
a food stamp
I've got to tag
all these responders
and non-responders
read fast and go past closing time
write rhymes occasionally
still I dream of Songs
I can't write to anything else
He brought records and the first
one he put on
didn't sound
quite right
the needle
must be bust
ed
I grow
bigger
the train ride
the hot train ride
the dirty insulated vines
O, O
I sing
of a pale forehead
and
my one sin
that first line the first line
of a Dan Yorty song
he came over w/ a six
pack of pabst
to my apt
and fixed
my spot lights,
being
so adept
at lighting
last rolling
rock
to make it
down
the hill I
see her, man,
and hide
always hiding
I think
I love
her or everything else
left to say
amounts to hey
remember this
a sticky photo
I pull
from a box from the dust
of my parent's home
I don't like to throw my letters
away I say No! Keep those
(O, if I had the mind
and love to
spare)
I wouldn't be
sitting
besides mosquitoes
I wouldn't be
in
delayed hurt
got to submit
a food stamp
I've got to tag
all these responders
and non-responders
read fast and go past closing time
write rhymes occasionally
still I dream of Songs
I can't write to anything else
He brought records and the first
one he put on
didn't sound
quite right
the needle
must be bust
ed
I grow
bigger
the train ride
the hot train ride
the dirty insulated vines
O, O
I sing
of a pale forehead
and
my one sin
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