Tickling the light.
in the now
spare bed room
Rocking chair
I am free of your wooden bars
Half shut Venetian blinds
It’s a jungle in here
Rich soil covers the floor
Snot on the walls
Heads on the night stand
Lions in the corner
Tripping over old toys
Distant train
It’s time for me
To hear you again
Under raps
Time spent
Developing the characters
Keeping the meals down
Second guessing the eyes
Of all those imaginary
Monsters
Constructing a puzzle
Out of poker chips
And auto parts
Shoes strings, duct tape
Gummy worms
Sour grapes
Taping our shoes
To look like duck fins
Living the cover up
With the odd vacation to myself
Living upside down is a bitch
Almost just as hard as
Facing a pack of tireless
Barking dogs that never ever
Sleep
I met the Pope
and he seemed like a dope
I said how’s it to hanging?
And gave me a rope.
This is not everything
This is not all bad
This is not even mostly bad
The skyscraper lights hover
Like charged particles
Drum beats flickering
In the hairy city streets
Don’t know how to end it
Never great with endings
I don’t know how this will
End but I am sure…
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I’ve got smiles for miles and miles
Like fish in the sea
Every one is different
Every one an ocean
With a million more fish
And twice as many smiling fish eyes
And hookless smiling mouths
There are no sidewalks in the ocean
No traffic lights
No stars
No fucking mid westerners
Complaining about the coasts
Blue and black
White fish flesh and cold cold blood
And very little fat
The water is always working in us
Reviving and pushing
We learn to push back
With our fins and gills
We don’t need a mask
We don’t need a spear
We fly under water
We enter the colors
We leave blanketed
By the salt and the sand
The Rock
And the land
The cookies move within us
Repackaged
To look like other cookies.
We change our hair
We Change our friends but
Now is forever
Now is a forest of
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Enormous green phosphorescent cock
Penetrating the night sky
Anxious young mutt
Plowing the yellow grasses
For petrified poos
I hear you knocking.
You can come
But please remove your shoes
Holders of the brass keys
Public forgers
Of the four way test
I am speechless for you
But this is not to say
I have nothing to say
Say say say
What you want
But don’t play games with my affection
Slaves to the engineer
Saved by the engineer
No more blowing out
Of the the candles
No more wishing
No more washing
No Wishy washy
Pish posh slish slosh
The make up on your face is fine
Your ears are fine
Your hands are fine
Like a bird on your shoulder
You wear that shit around
How ever you like
Pride
The herd
Witness protection
Chisel your reaction
Fan your…
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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
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