lost shoe lace

"it
wasn't
my
fault
that
the
donkey
of
the
city
would
kick
yr ass"

tom
was
a
drunk,
not a mean one,

but
a
drunk
he'd
push
people
over
piss
himself
punch
friends
stab
the
carpet
and
cry

when
the
crowds
left

he
knew
he
lost
something


a
comedy
show
laughter
is sought
out
by
fools
but
__________the
crowd
goes numb

just then,
tom
holds
his
dick
and crop dust's
the whole front row

blaming life
going
hard
on some
girl's
24
birthday

youth group 92'

"HEY GANG!
listen up,
quiet... i need yr attention
remeber to pack warm for the ski trip to moon dance mountain."

moondance was this sorry excuse for a ski resort in iowa
it was a little hill w/a couple snow-making machines
that pump'd out
soft white
fanatasy flakes
for the poor farm kids
to
fall/slide down

"the trip is gonna be way cool
we got some alone times planned for the guys."
the youth paster dan tells us
we sigh*******

"and the girls are gonna go with my
wife ann"

dan's wife never kissed him till
the alter you wouldn't see em
hold hands or barely smile at each other
this made attending these events more grousome.
along side the hymns and the bible applicatable
teen-age scripture

as to say here
HERE's a WAY to deal with the
drugs and sex topics
the same way jesus
would deal with shit?

kids at that age want to cause
rukus and grow
like
wild
devils

the ones that remained
lacked
the
knowledge
cuz
they
never risked the pain and hurt of suffering
under the truth of
freedom+++++

ann shoemocker
was
to be
dan bownski's
love affair

dan was
an aging
mid 30s
born again, gut staring down
the signs of demesication
old class clown that
found
chirst


where was the son of man
hiding?????
an old relinguished
teenage
tom
hanks like in BIG

he never had the spotlight
but was
"redeemed" under a
"higher calling"

who makes the call
is it an angel
"oh yeah dan this is saint peter
no, no the one at the gate....
what gate?...heaven...yep...no...well
its about your calling."

the godly ministry
of the church to god
and away from the ills
of society's sinners
he was the same kinda
of guy that had a
chirstian youth news
article on
how to talk
the
hip new lingo
that the kids where sayin
but it was always three years
late on slang
and had know connecting value in the reality
of the childerns lifes'

this was my youth my shaping of
vaules

a revolutionary internet hacker

reform....for those who think wisedom
is skin deep
look through the hearts of men

to find
spirits....that keep us inspired

you capture the mind


wait till the body decays...



spirit is all
one
will
be
left
with
.
.
.
keep shining
yr spirit
soon
you
could
free
the island...

keep strong

keep up the war

modern poets

modern poets are dull
========= and only seem to focus
on some inner
shallow
monologue,
that only strings
the reader along
with a jr high

dance equivalent


wishing
to
grab the
female's ass
and cop

\\\\\\\\\\\\\\||||||||||||||||a feel of virginity before


it leaves their little penis'
________________________hard for candy

they forgot about
the soft depreciated flabby skin
that holds their
slimline-cased souls in

if they were to let go maybe, just maybe


they could remember
it ain't about
the pussy
but the
elegant
dance
of a
:::::::::::: ballroom

and then
they could
truly

:::::::::::::::::::::::::::Dance their
little
lives
*************************away

poor genius

I'm A GENIUS


that's what barry wants on his tombstone

"I want the world to know"
he's not like the fools at the market place

you see leaving with a nights meal. no.

he was a gentlemen lover of many women
in his young prime, now pot belly sinks low and the eyes
black
bags
as
if
too
say
*************
*************
***********&*
& to the races!!!!



...nothing of that sort
this was more dangerous.

"barry's been off to college
for the last five years and never had

a
cavity."



his

mother

told

st
ra
ngers

th
is

almost everyday
and
he'd___________
hold
his nuts
on the dinning room table
after dinner


and laugh at the lot

"yr all a bunch of sissy's and cowards..."

no one paid mind

barry was just having it out
w/ the Big guy...you know?...God.


thats what mother told people

big

DOWNFALLS

ADD

UP

WELCOM
E
TO


THE PICTURE SHOW.

back in the day

remeber when

we gave two shits

the poetry was better
and
the women use to flock
doves flap in broken wind
the lake-brown-water
where swans sit
are polluted
the streets
are
taco trucks
and flat gum
.
.
.
.
..
.
.
.
.
...
...
.......the need to rember when
time was bout
GI joes
and soakin
them in
hair spray
...
...
...
****
lighting
the
match

and

watching the world

burn
to the
ground

"hold on my Iphone
is Idialing in my pocket
and My Ieye in Iblind"

the

remembering of a simple
childhood pile of
leaves
in a digital
photo
of
Igreengrassinthemiddleofwinterandthe
picture


is



blurred

welcome
to
memories

"mushroom head welcome to the information age."

the night was
long

like those days that
never end.
but if you see the sun rise
while playing a casio keyboard,
you picked up in Denver
at an arc thrift store,
while with yer ole
lady shopping for the
trinkets of joy,
then you'd know
that this night was all about the
lights and the
highs

and the sesame honey covered cashews
and the
starburst jelly beans of joy
that made (mixed with the weed, beer, shrooms,and valum)
the belly ache

constant trips to the bathroom
to
see if yr face melted completely
and fell into yr heart
and morphed
to a beating lust
of self


then we can talk
of

what

joy

was
robbed

when

we

assumed
that the world was going to end

and we hadn't seen the old country
of men wrinkled at the sight of the new world
she told me the euro
was good to her

and a bed was made just waiting for me

.
.
.
good night

6am
sunrise over oakland
the stems and caps
wore
off...back to

slumber-all-salty-the night
semen didn't stick to our
visions of ego

ready aim fire


this

is
to
be
the sure

shot of

hell

wooden nickels

wooden nickels

balloon
throat

bubble-skin

troubble
keeping

the


air___________IN

needles
poke

hives

to die


close to death

sigh


why

not

this
time

so
elusive
the
woodennickel
it just can't buy

that
luck


deth
is
the
hustle


live is the scam

and
lambs
blood
stains
the front door

chewing
on
wooden

nickels

wooden nickels

THE ROOM

WAS
WHITE

AND HAD THESE SHELL-LIKE
SHEETS THAT HUNG TO KEEP
THE DYING FROM SEEING THE LIVING
I WAS GOING TO BE EITHER
NOT SURE OF MY SHEET
THE NURSE
ENTERED
AND ASKED ABOUT
THE BREATHING
"WELL ITS BEEN HARD TO BREATHE
SINCE THE PEANUTBUTTER AND JELLY SANDWICH
THAT I MADE THREE HOURS AGO"

AT THAT TIME FIVE NURSES
STROLLED IN
AND STARTED
FILLING MY ARMS
WITH BEAUTIFUL
NEEDLES
AND THEN
THEY LEFT ME TO SLEEP
IN A DRUGGED COMA
OF RELAXATION
THEN THEY GAVE ME PILLS
AND SENT ME ON MY WAY I HAVEN'T SLEPT IN FIVE DAYS
AND
I THINK

#########
#########
THINK
I'D

RATHER
EAT A
ANOTHER PEANUTBUTTER
AND
JAM
SAM

AND NEVER
BREATHE
THE SMOG IN
AGAIN


WOODEN
NICKELS
ARE
POSION
THAT
WAS
THE BEST
DEATH
ONE COULD
HOPE
FOR