ever feel like the setting/area you are physically/MORE
like standing in a crowded room full of people with all sorts of unique
pitches trying to verbally climb over one another
BEHOLD
yes and its often. not always. but when it does
1# way to shut me up. I freeze and my thoughts start to steam.beam. not bad usually quite swell. i grab hold of whats lurking behind me and im able:

                                                                                                                    . observe.
I always walk with my head down,    good.   porque i find treasures of things to photograph almost like leaving a trail of bread crumbs yes mostly dead things @#%# somehow maintain beauty. In the living(viver sounds better doesn't it?) i sit on an empty dinner table with contemporary Halloween decorations and a large bowl of oranges.Oh how I wish they would just turn in to pumpkins ripe to carve. cuz in the brain cave of mine ideas are turning into a cluster fuck traffic jam. I wake up oh so early in hopes for, eeeeeerrrrreeeee to beeee innn likeeee weeeeee. buh I know a man who asks politely if I can draw more like Im screaming inside please teach me for the talent it comes slim with the portions for the people in line I'm in that line,yes? but in the world so many beating bodies please consider all the couples kissing the children missing the corpses rotting in the cities spotting the globe.

silence. upper cut!

I would love to see either singing in the rain or zombieland today. anyone? wolf? pleaseee

It was always you. 

 i love you, and we are going to travel. 

 i want to go to the zoo. new laptop!

 What did you want to see?
What did you want to be when you grew up?

To go away and not look back and think of what the others say
To go ahead and change your life without regard to what is said 
And everyone must do the same 
you find yourself lost again

forget the things you've left behind

through looking back you may go blind 

 

The bird caught through his carrion was a necktie so loud the doctor-squad collapsed from their tents 
there are certain things better left unsaid
like, you are about as nurturing as a desert &
have the ordinary heart of Helen Keller
amidst summery thickets of noise See you thursday.
A baby makes hay pinches muscle on neck. Never speak
into a microphone without knowing
who is on the other end or where that microphone
has been as, hear of contamination fondles  us to fruition, rocks us.
Back & forth. Forever. But my pulse
is a beetle in my vein scurrying from limb to limb under your thumb
which sucks ( as only your thumb can)
causing the insect of my desire
to scramble eternally in a bonsai tree
(as only a hot little animal can)
when subjected, sans sunblock,
to your effervescent touch.
Let me pour a scotch for those who cant
eat-a little rap of tinfoil light reminding us
the the heaviest head is the envy
of the crowd gathered outside right now
waiting for me to walk to work

Is it much to admit I need a solid soul.

And it's truth you know its always the issue and when it starts getting blurry
Ones never better than two, there's a place in this world
Where people like me are found by people like you
So find a place as this forever divine the more i run the more i am convinced
a color all these like the branches glimpse just like the saddle in the foggy mist

You'll always smile upon me when the seasons bad
Like stars burning holes right through the dark
Flicking fire like saltwater into my eyes
You were one inch from the edge of this bed
I drag you back a sleepyhead

I was dreaming of just you

 I have longed to move away
from the hissing of the spent lie
and the old terrors continual cry
growing more terrible as the day
goes over the hill into the deep sea;
I have longed to move away
from the repetition of salutes,
from there are ghosts in the air
and ghostly echoes on paper,
and the thunder of calls and notes.

I have longed to move away but am afraid;
some life, yet unspent, might explode
out of the old lie burning on the ground,
and, crackling into the air, leave me half-blind.
Neither by nights ancient fear,
the parting of hat from hair,
pursed lips at the receiver,
shall I fall to deaths feather,
by these I would not care to die, 
half convention and half lie.

 
Come down from the mountain, you have been gone too long
The spring is upon us, follow my only song
Settle down with me by the fire of my yearning
You should come back home, back on your own now

The world is alive now, in and outside our home
You run through the forest, settle before the sun
Darling, I can barely remember you beside me
You should come back home, back on your own now

 




i miss you already

blend of things, wait no.  you have the remaining pieces of the day. yet my brain is halfway across the world. 
 this old body of mine is just going through the motions. fill me in with whatever you like once i lay my little 
head.
aaldgndlkgdalfeij!
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Obama has lifted thee embargo off Cuba.
newsnewsin oh my the few. sometimes its a racket but lately not a sound.
in the bowels of history and time.


Library cards, rented faces, lying on the naked train,thats the only photo i still have from sitting on the fence of the empty house in Canada you took me and I used my camera all day. and now when I need you most, every last bit of your effort is going down to the pool in your belly. I'm graduating soon. its a hard parade, just be courageous.