This is easy for me
Forgotten to the core
Without the love, it’s just coffee
The research is the living
The corner of my mouth
Well marked exits
The words are peaceful times
New tables made to look old
Morning bagels served on a piece of wood
Excessive validation
Pacing the garage
Step by step
Failing
Like rain
photo by Rachel Sky
A donut is a donut Is a donut
Only war is war
Seed on the satellite
Water in the brush
Pride
The gateway drug to The West
Things turn around here
Things die and things are born
But in between things will dance
And collide
Shift and slide
Into place
Outer space
Let’s stop and listen
To the trumpets playing in our ears
Let’s fuse together
Two separate elements
We will forge a new tool
A magic hammer that
Destroys meaningless borders.
Liquids spears flung
Over our shoulders
Piecing gently arrows into
Lonely late night political party callers
Calling out our numbers.
9 to 5
10 to 2
1 to 9
12 to 7
6 to 1
Half a dozen
Break me off
Break me down
Break me out
T’pau
photo by Rachel Sky
Woke up not thinking.
What’s in your pussy?
Hands inside.
Fingers like sky scrapers
Poking through the clouds.
Back pocket full of wanting.
Hair creeping out from beneath
Pancake panties
Hot black coffee straps
Burn a path
From the house to the lawn.
You’ll never feel better
Until you admit that there’s anger
The ghost of a cat
Teaches us to individualize
Our restraint protocls
To love ourselves
Properly
Trusting the beat.
Hanging out after the show.
We all understand the pain
Behind every note
The dots connect
Where the love is
That is where
We all have our sides
In plain sight.
No one is a frozen wave
She was the kind of girl
That seemed off balance
Without a beer in her hand
One arm slightly longer
Than the other
Head permanately tilted
To the right
The Car rings like an old telephone
The heavy air almost deafening
YouTube is mad at Facebook
I slept at the old Smucker
Farm last night
My pillow was full of jelly
I dreamed all
The lost phone chargers
The clean canteens
And fancy face soaps
were back with me
I swear I felt that bird
In my hair
Came swooping down
And nearly missed the car
Sad people who don’t
Know how to eat
Like every meal requires bread
Trying to soften the blows
Of the many Passing days
Hot sauce nightmares
Tickling the squares
Everyone has a shady side
Blowing smoke up
Our own asses
Romanticly using the past
Dissecting our
Cancerous butt lungs
We cough up the fantasies
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Confetti bombs
Tree bark in our teeth
We devoured our childhood
In the misty spotlight
Our job is not to contribute
To ancient history
We hide behind blind luck
Compress and gate
Amplify and electrocute
For the schnitzel mind
Held up
Surfing the crowd
It’s a beatiful moment
Reading and rotting
The door is open
Walking the road with no sidewalk
Any place that you’re not free to leave
Becomes a prison
Beer cans and buried cable
Smashed plastic liquor bottles
Monkey meat
For all the cut hunters
Heroes don’t need billboards
Or special hats
Statues of molded horses
Broken phones and sneaky deals
Love is the black paint
I’m starting to believe
The more expensive wine is better
The papers write themselves
Numb pinkies
Wake up every morning
And summon the assistants
Listen to the computer glitches
Unsweetened dreams
Dobro in the sun
Alone time
Walking memories
The best ways to help
Me overcoming Like
Pictures other people take
Mixing the wind of
Tools to break and fix
To reveal
Creating is editing
With a corpse like beauty
The Kansas sky awakes
Remember when
your hair was red?
And the cat would sleep
At the foot of the bed.
Sometimes perfection
Is an accident
Dreaming of past lovers
Farting in bed
I am finally warm
It never ends
Never goes away
always comes back
The welcome flags
Blow in the wind
Every one tells a story
The colors lie a little
Money from tourists
Frozen pigeon shit
A vacation with no Adventure
Google my love
The boys all call her Alaska
But I call her Florida
Evil can teach you things
Love is a battle field
And then it’s a Pop song
Let me try to tell you
Why is it better
Over there
Unless it’s keeping you
From killing
Unless it’s keeping you from
From hate
Turn off the damn TV
Then turn it off again
And again
Again
Make it like shitting
3 times a day
One half hour
After every meal
turn it off
Then
turn
Study the fuck up
Call people
The clouds are not butter
Investigate the deaths
Argue with the ones who
Say music is all about guts
Fight with the ones
Who say it is all math
Lightning is important
It’s not everything
Wear your bruises
Honor your soft knuckles
Rehearse for the interview
Your brain is the trophy
Its not scrambled eggs
It’s beautiful
alive
Repeat steps
Don’t stop
Journey the lifetimes
between it’s and it is
It’s worth more than a cheap suit
and an old junkie’s approval
Rant my love
Rant until there is nothing left
Secret, there never is
It’s worth more
Than an expensive suit
Read, read read then
Listen to the face
Maybe I am wrong
Move
Find out
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