Let's just saw we were flying kites,

Let's just say we were flying kites,
then
the devil's cloud gave
ghosts to the wind under black scabby redness,
wrought around a hole of popping flesh.

And then after she spilled the wine on his neck
Remember! he thought,
Hiccups, not longing long arms that hug loved ones with sexyloved eyes,
eyes so far and so close off
that she's a cliff
and he grabs at &
he loves and yells for her.

How pretty that sun sets so softy
while the people
cry for galaxies of gravity.

I stay up for those

I stay up for those
wicked tar nightmares
to avoid the sunbows
and rainshine, all a smear now,
watered down by the familiar
sound of hollow laughter.

You will forget that dim

You will forget that dim
memory of
those green leaves of trees
the ones
that sat out in the back
blue from snow and the hugh
of god himself
though you don't actually believe in that stuff.
But you do believe in the sky
and her rolling white hills of clouds
and the careless pretty birds flying through
dreams and hopes,
hoping one catches yours
and carries it back.

Just a chorus cliche

Just a chorus cliche
with spice and phoenix,
with
ampersands and cashews
in a tin to my left for the man
on my right.

Useless news for sour goes:
Dad, pleased to meet you.
I know you know, but
wipe your eyes.

and we’re
drunk on high
about an hour I think.
Practicing black light shadows
he says slowly
"I love her and it scares me."

Lamb’s lungs swing
notes in iambic meteors
but he shows me
axioms on her body, across her arms.

A year or two
of temporary and (but mild) recurring depression of
what is me?
A good time to move on, I think.

Yelling through lines and clicks
conscientious, self conscious
stream of consciousness.

I got three dogs fuck.
No such thing as a double hallucination,
just throwing that out there,
he thought,
recording his voice through
his mind.

Think of something major:
You cant show me sound, he thought.
Yes I can.

Drink from the earth
what the water can't give,
but refuse willingly.
Let's go to the atmosphere
knowingly going
into danger
but let's smirk with hidden tears
and step into infinity.

Good bye, maybe I'll tell
you the story.

and she giggles

Actually seeing snow's
fat flakes kissing her lips
in the same way I should have been kissing her lips.

And twice more again there was Nature's enviably
blind courage.


Her ridges along mine
and
on the side, licking for up for good
measure and showmanship.

Again those ridges attack
and once pricked
I lash back and grab her hips.

I shiver and she giggles.

She,

She,
relaxing a smile,
her lips like
poorly stitched
silk,
lolling her head out the window
deep in that low tire fog,
smiles at the wind.

homerun stunner

I

homerun stunner
makes the houses light
up when
a guitar dog to the
left licks the ground.

Chorus cliche
with spice and phoenix,
with
ampersands and cashews
in a tin for the man
to my left.

Useless news for sour goes,


Dad, pleased to meet you.
I know you know, but
wipe your face.

II

The sky pops in my head,
what was I?

Hello again, Popadoobop.

III


Yellow lines swirl the long mural.
His
illegal phoenix at the foot of his feet and we’re

drunk on high
about an hour I think.

A wrong misplaced sliver under the mouse’s
beard, long hair for
something like that.

Practicing black light shadows
he says slowly
"I love her and it scares me."


IV


Faith
is what you make.
It's yours.

Lamb’s lungs swing
notes in iambic meteors.

I knocked his pipe on the rot iron and he hacked something
big and meaty in his throat
but he shows me
axioms on her body, across her arms.

A year or two
of temporary and (but mild) recurring depression of
what is me?

A good time to move on, I think.


V

Yelling through lines and clicks

conscientious, self conscious
stream of consciousness.


I got three dogs fuck.
No such thing as a double hallucination,
just throwing that out there,
he thought,
recording his voice through
his mind.

VI

Peace's echo
finds its way in
the blank valley
in your beating head.

You feel that?
That
that everything at the moving


Have a good night,
he forced a smile.

Form open to flow,


open awareness!
but awareness to what?
Pause for nirvana and
sleep some more.
Repeat
everything.

Graffiti spells love
on walls,
and
tired evolution
erased natural selection.


Think of something major:

You cant show me sound, he thought.
Yes I can.

Feel your head on the acid
shock of iron
and your
feet say

“hello!”

VII


Admitting truth to a strange friend
while closing your eyes
and thinking of your chipped tooth
and chapped lower lip.


"You too ?"


VIII

Don’t listen to depression
and breathe.

Drink from the earth
what the water can't give,
but refuse willingly.

Let's go to the atmosphere
knowingly going
into danger
but let's smirk with hidden tears
and step into infinity.

Good bye, maybe I'll tell
you the story.