The paper lives
We take it seriously
Or not
The sticks we sit on
In in waiting room
Wet leaves
Beneath our
Hospital beds
The art work drips
From the side of the staircase
Keep us from falling out
We decorate with rocks
And native grasses
The dog smells the day
From the back steps
The millions of coffee mugs
Not properly washed
When the work creates
Dirty dishes serve many purposes
The remaining hairs
Continue to grow
And will need to be cut
By someone
Eventually
Make a simple thing difficult
A separate bag for each item
Washing preservatives
Timers and alarms
Notes and instructions
Proof of a worked life
To digest the orphan
Who has traveled
So far to meet you
Do not worry father
I will be there to cut your hair
The way I cut the grass
No smell of garlic
But with a gentile hand
More gentile than you are accustomed to
Running down a mine shaft
Fire in the hole
Hammering away at the
Rock wall insides
A gift for my children
Could be a curse for thousands
I’ll never know
No rest for the Falcon’s prey
There will always be blue beards
Lurking in the closet
Nerd kings
And forgotten canary heroines
The uncried tears
That fueled so much construction
So many teams
Clawing away the clods of light
So hard to hear
The bat hitting the ball.
The stadium crowd
Cheers from a distance
Sound like a whisper
Leaves fall into action
Reminding us that dead things
Give life where there was none before.
The fire brings us out.
Wake up and turn over
A new leaf
A pastry filled with fruit
Hair through a comb
The sun warms the jelly
In my eyes
Awake to the taste
Of grass in my mouth
Hunted by goatees
And breakfast cereals
Smiling gun barrels
And warm sugar
My soul is in the trees
The body is a battle
Blinded by the lack
Of white flags
Conveyor belts of baby parts
And bullets
Highly funded hair pieces
Millionaires hitting home runs
I’m craving another flavor
The spontaneous lick of a puppy
Growing old with someone
That morning light
Discovering
The love behind
The eyes
Electric boogaloo
Sneeking a peek of you
Laughing out loud
Femanine punk
Man child
A place for
Pieces to collide
And collect
Wake up!
Stop fucking it up.
Fight the addictions
I dentify the cure.
Stop suckling the anger.
Addictions to anger.
Stop suckling fear.
Addictions to fear.
Addictions to hate
It’s not cool
Addictions to pain
Stop sucking the pain
The pain does not make it real
The pain does not make it yours
The pain does not make you you.
The opening bell has rung
The computers are booted
Black box algarithoms of love
Are in the menu
Let the trading begin
Cast out the computations
As sure as your heart pumps blood
There are worlds
For you to live through
Start living
Stop hating
What is it like to see
Through another person’s eyes
To taste the sweetness
Of another’s tears
To stand up
To stand alone
Discover the music
in another voice
With no dirt from
Your own path
Listen for the signs
Look for the messages
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Mail order bride
Of Frankenstein
You mock the nature myth
With Internet precision
Waking early
Milking yourself of the excess
Five times a day at least
Something always comes of it
You just never get to see
Self soothe the urges
Your passion for lids
You don’t have to attend
Every funeral
You don’t have to pretend
To know
Asses to ashes
Eyes to glasses
Grasses to gasses
Making hay for the Haymaker
Fat kids in the waiting room
Twiddling their devices
Ruling by their thumbs
There’s more than the first time
And the second time
And the third
There are so many more times
Pick a target
Then pick an ax
A cucumber to gring
A wallet full of salad
Let the wind blow the hair
From your beautiful forehead
We never see it the same way
We were never supposed to
That is why we sing
This is…
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Disturbed by
The over use of the word love
Extraordinary emotional moment
Something escapes me slowly
With no reason or pattern
At best
I accommodate the leaving
Hide the dying fly
With a cup of coffee
Biscuits and gravy
Half empty Sirachi bottle
Addicted to pretzel shapes
And cheap nuts
Busy hiring others
To promote your lack
Of promotion
Slicing through mountains
Bleeding boulders
Pouring dreams out
From the trunk of our car
Drunk tweeting
I’m so old
I don’t give a fuck
Bullshit you’re better than that
My people!
Waking up at 8 going to bed at 5
The under use of the word love
We’re not just running a business here
We’re fighting a war
We are building a life
It would be so easy
To just take the medicine
Connect the dots
Punch te click
But
Something has to change
It might as well be us
We…
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No pets allowd
At the welcome center
You could tell by the way
She folded her arms
She’s was box office poison
A gal from the sticks
With a heart of oak
And a wooden smile to match
There’s something a
Little too sensual about
The mouth feel of this candy
Do you have any idea
How many times you’ve
Said the f word over the course
If this conversation?
Peeing makes me have to pee
The hospital made me sicker
Engenieering a longer lasting flavor
The shortest distance between
Two pains
The long lost art of
Practicing delayed gratification
Brushing off demons with
The soft catlike hair
Of an old man
Making love to a wall
That beats me every night
We all lace up our diamond
Encrusted cat skinned
Girdle the same way
One soggy cornflake
Soaked moustache at a time
Look inside the light and
Don’t forget…
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Dentists on trampolines.
Stolen abusurd dialogue
Hula hoops and sparklers
Eating bananas at night
DC hot nights
Surviving in the crosswind
Everyone can hear you
Passing in the night
Walks in the dark park
The ladies jiggle their things
For the camera
Motorcycles igniting
And recording we are the world
The penis story with a twist
Everyone can hear your car
Everyone can hear your life
Shifting gears in the night
I’m glad you are leading this
Sexposition
The light fixture illuminates
Like a breast under a sona gram.
Shoulders twisting like
Dinasaur bones
In in the tar pit
All this ice we take for granted.
All the flare from these red rockets
Our pockets hanging down
Beneath our knees
At least there’s an hour of
Happiness every day
Cheers to the nameless
And all the name knowers
Woken by dogs again
The ache creeps in
Like light through
A crack under the door
Or a cat under the bed
The only skin I see
Are your henna tatoos hands
But you drive like Mad Max lady
And that keeps me in your
Rear view mirror
Bananas and blue berries
Chatting with old friends
Love is choosing
Love is choosing us
Reflecting our reflectors
Reconnecting out connectors
We laugh at less and enjoy more
Soprano sax phone ringers
Moon lit nights and marinara sauce
Square pizza
We become what we
Used to laugh at
We crawl for the love
We pine for it
Like pizza after
Giving birth
While things
Potatoes, pieces of meat
Water
There will always be car fights
And tainted meat
The world is not at no risk
Of running out of Gatorade
But they can’t bottle this
They can’t hang it on hooks
It’s…
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