The pale light through this dirty window Makes everything on the other side

Look like old phots from the 1970’s

Ohm Radha Krishnaya Namaha

Do you suffer in your new life
Is it fair to blame that empty bottle
You threw out the car window
The he last day
Of your senior year in high school

Ohm Radha Krishnaya Namaha

There is Blonde on Blonde light
Coming through the window
It causes all the crumbs on the table
To move to the foreground

Ohm Radha Krishnaya Namaha

It’s a Bob Dylan kind of light
Like you don’t want to smell
This light’s breath

Ohm Radha Krishna Namaha

I can’t expect you to understand me
When I said that everything
Is perfect but it is
We can always always start again

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Addicted to running 

To hearing every voice
The ringing is a ghost
Of love

Telephones that took our time

We used to attach ourselves
To common things
Smuggling in new light

Arrowsmith Trans Am REM

Now we distort the stolen titles
Fighting the grinder of spellcheck
The cold hard algorithms
Softening us up with baby talk

Google Twitter YouTube Paypal

We spent weeks in the woods
With a single token collect call
Spoke of my latest badges of merit
Or how many bug bites I had sustained

Even then I had very little desire to talk

Luckily there is no deadline for love
No such thing as too much love
Flowers are telephones
They like to be admired
They love to be loved

And they love you

Girl in a wheelchair at the airport

Thank you for sharing with me
Your beautiful ballet in outer space

I fell in love with you at first sight
For a moment I thought you were a boy
It felt like it happened
Almost without thinking
Why did I do that
The shoes gave it away
Why do we need that
They were pink

From above clouds can look like
Skin under a microscope
The surface of another planet
Or the old standby cotton balls
The fabric of our lives

If I’m honest it was the hair that
First got my attention
The way it hung in your eyes
Like saying look at me
I can’t see you

Okay maybe it was the wheelchair too
I don’t know which came first
In this chicken or egg world
But I just wanted to thank
Thank you for the dance

I understand the sound of my voice

May cause you to prefer
The company of wolves
But my voice is my voice
The similarities it has with others
Are the beautiful work of life

In you I see the reshaping
Of a myth with science
That tells me that you were not
Once a part of me
That I was once a part of you
And at this moment
A new myth forms
Like morning light
Abandoning the dark night

All

These old feelings
Like books
And grand sailing ships
Clear windows of glass
To new worlds
Now something different
Heavy chains around my neck
Running through sand
Disguising the path
Inspired by the whip
Of totally different worlds
Not great but perfect

Sometimes I need to hold you

Like a baby holding a baby

The sun is not up yet
You make me pay
You make me pay

The rain brings out the forest smells
Kids are walking to school in it
The dog barks at them from inside

Every day
There is so much more to learn
To burn away

We are climbing mountains on our knees
Building bridges with match sticks
The castle walls are waffle cones

Do they all know how similar we are?
How hard it is for love
To age

As American kids our lives were
Governed by burning cigarettes
Trips to the liquor store
We were so excited about our boredom

Analyzing every breath
Like it was starving
In a war torn country
Failing to convince our parents
Of things

We were right
The look of a squirrel
Is the same as forty thousand
Screaming fans

How does the dog understand the light
How could I know
This is the old man
I would be

Open Poetry presented by 8th St. Publishing Guild 1 year party / Sat. Nov. 17 @ Revolution Records (KC, MO)

It’s the one year anniversary of the Open Poetry readings at Revolution Records. We’re going to celebrate with several featured readers, an open mic, free wine, & a very special announcement from 8th St. Publishing Guild & Revolution Records. You definitely don’t want to miss this one! Open to all.

Featured readers will include Matt Roth, Evan Thomas, & Patrick Sanders

Revolution Records Kansas City
1830 Locust St, Kansas City, Missouri 64108
7-9pm
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8th St. Publishing Guild is a Kansas City-based publisher of avant-garde/surrealist poetics. We love submissions. To submit or learn more, visit us online or come to meet us in person at our monthly readings.
https://www.8thstreetpublishing.com/