Sunday, May 27, 2007

a long drop to the moon


THE LONGEST MOMENT
::::::::::::::BEFORE FAILURE


IS GROWING
UP...

TO FIND

YOU'RE
A

::::::::NOTHING

VOODOO DULL

W/

NEEDLE
NOSE

PLIERS
PRIED
MY
PENIS-MIND
OPEN
W/ ONE



POKE

Thursday, May 24, 2007

bravery

Big________________________________you
egos_______________________________can't
lay_________________________________be
eggs__________________________inspired
like__________________________by
eagles______________________reading
land________on______________yrself.
engulfed
lakes_____________that
irrigated___________along
time_______ago
we_________died
like________symbols
of____________bravery
::::::::::::::.
::::::::::::::.
::::::::::::::.
__________________________________you
___________________________________can't
___________________________________be
___________________________________inspired
___________________________________by
___________________________________just reading
___________________________________yourself...

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

the sideshow of things

flea market on sunday
ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::


replacing church
§§§§§§§§§§§§§§w/ trinkets
and
1.00$

admission

we soak up
_________________________the last bit of heaven
as worn°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° out faces
sell



garages of junk
to my
girlfriend

looking up I shape a cloud
with indexing finger swirls


and realize
I'm poor

and unknown

and I'll die

like that

what a world-flea market

I sift through
creates of records
and find hidden gems here and


there
...the novelity
will wear
off

nude music will
play in
the gallows

once again

and the clowns
won't parade
on the

((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((television)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))

anymore

Sunday, May 13, 2007

saddness is in the bedroom

six packs spilled
stains on the floor

___----–––+++++++++
+++++++------------
the work of women
on weekend they complain
of work and men and
the country they've been exiled
too....::::::::::::::"we've all been

exiled"

I say

they look me up and down

the bum he knows

the
s
t
r
u
g
g
l
e
it
strung his scrawny skeleton#
together


for 28
miserable


YEARS

ööööööööööööööööööööHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH


now a hermit
shy of contact

for what would love do



but


break his little bones

and frail
his

face

Wednesday, May 9, 2007

Hail storm

sky can shit too

golf balls

not like I've ever had a
golf ball fly out of
nowhere

and remind me
t
O
********************************
get

to knees

and say :::::::::::::::::::::::A
lil'

::::::::::::::::::::::::diddy

Wednesday, May 2, 2007

my struggle-drug-poem

never going to give up

as a writer


never going to give up as
a
musician
numb
cold
seat hope
___________________::::::::::::::::::::
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!a firecracker!!!!!!!!!!!
öööööööööööööööööööööööööö

wakes

me up