My hunger becomes overwhelming
My pores are sweaty
Thin as a starving dog
Waiting for the hour to be finished
Waiting for the train ride home, the moaning rails, the darkness and advertisements
Waiting for dinner with Ilyse, and how lovely that will be
We will both complain about our days
I will lament the night before
She will forgive me
And then we'll talk about going to the show
Tomorrow
And maybe I'll have a beer
And sit in the living room
And maybe I'll dream of what could be
And what already is
George carline words ringing in my head, there is only past and future
It was a funny joke, but alas
There is a
Here
And it is
forever

The state of the union says a lot, nothing political

the oscars say very little, everything about it is political

to war?  to not war?   

it breezes through the plants, its on top of the little lamp posts sticking out of the tanbark, breathed into the lungs on the bikerides, the dog walking

that fresh silence, the music in the movie where the glances are lit up with darkness in the background

yeah, the people get their news from the comedians, then the comedians drop out in the end for activism, grassroots soaking up coffee loaded with cream and sugar

to lean left or to lean right? Does it really make a difference?  Really?  

my jacket sinks into my skin and my rear sinks into the chair, and the world stirs, whirlwind of expressions, whirlwind of expectation

the uncertainty in the air, there it is, and the answer is to sit back, relax, and watch the big fiasco commence

I am the one they can transparency
eyes to the front of his skull
bulging, everlonging
sitting and trying to be cunning
quiet, listening
but emulating, instead
some sort of glowing ember
and people ask
are you okay
and I revolt
in protest
I wish I could wear shades all the time

I wish I could be invisible, sometimes

I had a dream that I had a cover over my face
it was a good dream

and now I sit

with my clothes on

thinking back on embarrassing moments

and I am

ashamed

they call me transparency

I am swiss cheese I am somebody who is trying to relocate their shoulders, thrown about in a misty sin of congratulations
I am a sipless vulture attempting to be pure but coming out vinegar
juniper berries and sickly **** of packaged rawhide
inescapable landslide
unexcused, for what its worth
an imaginging roller coaster disaster, so far from my fathers, mad from too much beer and wine
hankered down by mood stabilizing pills
jipless, jockeyed, jiving to bizzare melodies
a sipter esphicator, ready to lunge into the excesses of butter beer
singing jollies with dumbeldore and other queers
misplelled, misplaced, outcast, on the bench with other pupils
and the carnivore sinks its teeth into its kills
shanking and shaking, singing in the bathtub with katy perry
muse the blues with cherub rock, loathing dylan, asking for more cohen
juxtaposed on top of everest and demanding a double feature
dickless angels
turnabout, shout, the end is near, abstract, understand the notion, the fear
and scream helpless hopless empty bottles of beer
nectar and graham the hector, a mellon bunnie with rabbid ears
run for your life!  the fires of eternal flowers and bounds of life
seem sophisticated at the time
Turnabout, the beats are out
and the real madness, the real madness, is here

Coward people,

It's said that they are coward people,

Weak people who can't control the situation.

I don't think the same way,

For me they aren't more than just people,

People who try to do a stupid thing,

But the most courageous thing too.

It's not like from a moment to the other you can do it,

You need courage,

And a lot of it,

More than I will ever have.

everything
in nothing
the creation
is high
in the mud
making angels