Hearing the distant sounds
The giant claws
Scrape against the pavement 

A hollow hum of machine and metal
Another day of stamping out
Our spot 

The sun rises like chocolate Babka 

The world teeters atop an ice cream cone
Held by a skipping child
In a blue dress

A couple stares down
at their Empty plates
Waiting for their devices
to charge

A big blue yoga ball
Pressing against the ass
Of an ex marine 

Life in the truck lane
This one goes that way
That one goes this way 

The joy is not the fast lane
The joy is in us

In a cup or a plate
There is joy
in a pair of socks

The world dangles from a bolo tie
Loosely strung around the neck
Of a alien teenager 

Meeting people before knowing
Sharing power strips
And lightening rods 

Everything donuts
Soft spoken waiters and parking protocols 

Burning buildings and
Toasted secrets 

We share it all
It is all in us
Put another quarter in
The rain has almost stopped 

Buschwick morning
Researching the walls 

High flash point formula
Penetrating catalyst

Death by death metal
White night dark horse 

Can we talk
Yes we can talk
We can walk
We can warm our hands by the fire

We can warm our hands
By holding
Our warm holding hands
Handfuls of warm goat
And cumin
Cheese and warm flat bread

Sore shoulders
Cracking knees
Folding pizza slices 

Troughs of oil and spice flow
Like melting ice through a hot city gutter
Down down down 

I see a water taxi in our future
International bar still there
Rays still there
Sidewalk still there 

I still see every breath
Every breath different
Every step
Like an explosion
An explosion exposure
Every
Ch ch ch ch ch ch cherry bomb
Like drinking warm wine
After being a little cold 

Swimming with a beginners mind
Feasting upon the world
Like an open face sandwich
Holding things with both hands
Holding things with
Both hearts 

The under brush
The trash and paper
On the side of the road
Tangled in the branches 

The joy of pissing in allies
Teacup surprise
Taking refuge in holes

Where are you please send help
There’s carpet on the wall
There are Dog biscuits on the walls 

Drumstick clock face
Guitars and bars
Stars and floors
And full moons over dark skys
Frozen pipes and hard times
Fit bit shit bit
Big ass and stained glass

Swimming with a beginners mind
How many times do I have to say it?
I love you all
And I hate it when you fight
You are so special and talented
Like the most excellent sandwich
Ever made
The very very best sandwich I have ever
Ever tasted in my entire life. 

Waves of a distant highway
Cracks on a hotel bathtub
An elderly woman
alone on her birthday
A look
A sigh
A fart 

We make so much from nothing
Truly amazing we are 

Jumping from one conclusion to the next
Like a victim
on the ledge of a burning building 

Mobile home damage control
Pest home funeral control
Cheap fuel and expensive friends
Truck stops as far as the ey can see

Proceed to the root
Listening to
The woman who bought the world 

Don’t worry it’s a hip crowd
They’re with you
We’re all here.
We’re all in this
Together 

We sip it slowly
We ponder the complexity
But we never question
The light that envelopes us
And the mail carrier
And the mail handler
And the mail stamper
And the letter writer.
And the the letter reader 

We listen and we listen
For signs and then
we follow
More aware

Corporate Star of David
Panhandling with a gun
Beer coozie pick guard
Glass tiger in the window

We take refuge in black beans
Miso fish soup
Cushions on floors
Truck stop unicorns

Technique, technique
A guy down the hall screaming
It’s my Birthday! It’s my Birthday!
It’s a little scary
But not really scary 

There’s always something
Thing buzz and chirp
Something clicks on
Something burns out

You control the pace
You can change the lightbulb
All by yourself 

Stick figures wave us into bed
Burning like shells on the beach
Macaroni shells in the sand
Clams and cheese 

A single moment
Can define an entire life 

The car alarm
Dead batteries
A field of celery
Talking about the Rolling Stones 

Oblivious Aderal Accomplishments
Talking about talking
Writing about riding
Forgetting about talking about
What your talking about 

Helicopter nightmare just blocks away
Too many chips on my lunch plate
But I eat them all
You just never know when you’re
Gonna be stranded 

Kids are crafty
Kids are crafting
Kids are crafting their own worlds

That dog sounds like my dog
That dog is my dog
That dog is our dog
Dog
That dog is your dog
That dog is my dog 

That dog was made for you and me

Pizza with everything
I mean
I want to love you
Like a pizza with everything

Good morning lazy eye
Good morning burnt tongue
Good morning Xerox copy of a photo
of Charlie Manson
Taped to the wall
Good morning
couch just a little too short
for me to sleep on
Good morning sore thumbs
Good morning living out of bags

Cat shit smell
While I’m meditating
Paper bags and napkins
Plastic knives and fork
Giant high contrast photos of
Golden flakey food 

Big house on the prairie
Finger in a bottle
Bonding over road snacks
And radio propaganda
Straight faced 

Technicians wanted
Ploughing open rows of snow
Day after day
Speckled light through the trees
Distracting me
Just enough for the hunter
To take aim

Oh the work we do to
Congratulate ourselves 

We forget the
Importance of lighting 

More well places lamps in schools

We enjoy a simple moment
Like a tiny death
Little blue flowers
On a mountain.
A green mountain
With goats all around 

The challenge of every day
Better than a bugs life
Constantly grappling
With all eight legs
Where to put them
The first step
How many pairs of shoes to take 

Old posters in the corner
A lions head on the wall
Broken wind on broken windows 

Last minute every thing
Wet sand on the highway 

Carpets on the billboards
Exit here for Ozarkland 

Nervous Winnebago
Now leaving Ozarkland 

Pin prick of light in my chest
Grows to a golden pancake

Bursting a like a burrito of sunlight
Taking us home to out own beds every night 

Unless we wish to sleep somewhere else
Or not sleep at all.
Like a spider on a windy day
Web.