Catchy

what does it mean to be catchy?+++++++++++++++++  To be in tune with some sort of cultural phenomenon?  yes, I believe that is the reason
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catchy, may come from some kind of tune, but there a lot of tunes, why are some of them catchy?  because of the way they are associated with some kind of emotion of the moment, I believe
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the key to creating catchy is to understand the essence of the emotion attached to the phrase, then to skip hop over it, like childplay, to start from a deep philosophy then turn it into a joke

over wine

yes, oh yes_--

over wine___

the mind

is delicious

and life

is divine

liberal FIasco!! get out of my hair you nibbling twittling tweeting frenzy!  Circus of sole, circus of politicians, dancing with strings, with grins of overnight whitening, of dance, dance, of orient!  Whose in charge, and who is next!  Of line!  Not in the sense of the actors call, no, no, of the line of parliament!  Of the line of veto power!  and the veto power rests in the lap of clooney, whose approval is spoken with a glance from the camera,

Liberal fiasco!! you shuddering thorn in my hat, away with you, where did you come from?  that democratization of art, took it too far, press press press for your issue issue issue, for the children children children,oh you noble big headed liberals, of charity, of farting and calling the shard charity!  you poopsicles!  walking around with swirles on your head, prefer the taste of baby green or delicious brown custard scream?  you pompous boils, of anything but honesty, of swivlling chairs you are, you Oscar, call yourself stone!

I grabbed the weasels' tail and helped him along the street tot he other side to greet his nephew, he is bent out of shape from all the barrel scraping and the eye doctor socking,


he wishes he had three pairs, for pairs, a couple socks, cause he's tired of going barefoot, or with naked soles under rubber boots,


one more pairs of socks

he orders them, and they come, but he distill doesn't have them

why no socks?  

he wears them and then they are in the shower he wears them and then they are on neptune invisible rings, he wears them and ten they are on the couch, soaked in coffee and tabasco sauce


and the broom will be kept, and the street livens, it begins to awake

at least I still have my barefoot

sinking into the coffee table

makes his way down the street, doing just fine, carrying himself around, without a sense of purpose, like gumbi, like jello, just a minstrel, plays the key here here for this this and the key there there for that that, unpopular, unimpressed, dealing with that, dealing with that, senses of inadequacy, where is that stemming from?  why don't I feel powerful enough?  and at what point would I reach enough power to be satisfied?

radioahead is on now and now its going what theeeeeeeee
ooho noi ** oh boh oh nho  hnoh ooh oh nhoo
whrejhrhehrehrherhehrehrhehre
whwhrahhwerhehrheh
worafdhajrd­jfldfjadjfkadjkja

YEAHHHHHH


UGHHHHH

SECOND COMINNG SEACOND COMING SECOND COMING

no no no no no no no

I had a revelation on the train
GOD has revealed himself
he hides behind flirtation with death
oh he hides
and the music
keeps going
and I have nothing
but the vibrancy of youth golden locked golden key that turns but I am a clumsy troll on top of a mountain, clumsy troll on top of the mountain wearing a frowny face, frowny face

and he drops his giant club in the ground
to sob and cry
because he couldn't get
his soup and wine
oh no
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SPOILED

HES" wearbing a frowny face he's wearing a frowny face
he's crying because he's left to the mountain
in this video game world
press b
press b
press b
press b
press b
press b

Wait for it. Our brilliant extinction, we've figured something out, and expand, go forth, take it, cherish and entitlement to dignity, however never superiority, virtue is present in every hedonist, and every holy man has a hard appentige that is ready to burst, re fluidity of philosophers and the hypo **** of artists, reaching out for truth and finding death, artists seeking out death and finding love and bursting with the stars, the relative dignities am take hold and we decide and the breaking point, between defeat, surrender and the possibilities, the senses being able to detect the grass growing, our ears finding the correlations of melodies but sifting and uniqueness comes through and always shines, we are careful of black and white thinkjng but then suddenly the truth is illuminated, we must bust our chains! Take what is ours!  And history will recycle, to hell with libear progression, let our ecosystems battle and let gray area be black and white, our brilliant departure from where we started, born with eyes wide open, without limitation

Goodnight, myself
you’ve been alright to yourself
you ate okay, and you wrote something down
skinny naked oak stands out in front of you, and sober as a wall you stare
Oh seany, what have you come to?  you handsome frailty, delete the last phrase
indulge in your favorite candy, don’t call your mother again


oh life, you curious thing

Goodnight, myself
you are a hairy creature, clawing at destiny with evenings of contempalations
the ******* boys jerking each other off while they sing of reasons to die
What are you looking for?  in those limitless interviews
destiny?
it has to come tonight, of all nights, it was all leading up to this night

Goodnight myself, singer of songs loving the cotton candy crooning crawling all over the chords
making music with a drunken rustle
Your fears have added up to the millions, and for some reason you broke down a wall today
and you didn’t realize it until just now

affectionate passion! taking the wheel when I’m expressionless
too abrasive and unappreciative to read the next idea, to entertain without accepting
humility, humilation, blah blah blah
sick of school, sick of music
empty gatorade bottles
gratitude, gratitude gratitude,
Weeping for Jesus
slept
copy and paste
distraction, instant gratification
freedom in expression, but not in particular circumstances
fifth amendment, but only when white, and spoken with articulation in the appropriate moment
to computerize, to know when to tuck pride between the legs,
To ****** **** into space, but to be aware of the sparkling blue ring of consciousness,
oh morality! you’ve bailed me out and allowed me to let go of control! I am forever grateful
passion and reason, chemicals, neurons, science,
all language?
precision? Accuracy? N size? population? Academia? Institutionalized art?
give me the love potion, I'll take that ****

Masterful ownership, I am lost between cards, the green table, set and speckled, distracted by the colors and forgetful of the number, exploitive, love the spices, and aggressive, and tired of being bullied, fragrance chasers, chortling in remarks blase in cafe's I'm meager minded but with fortunate background, I am spoiled but somehow burst from the bubble, some sort of rodent stuck out of time, letting the chemicals do their work, like dousing a cheetah in kerosine, just most toxic and full of rage, spotted and dying, closer to living without restraint, devoid of taste, my fears overwhelm me, driving me, my own secufled

Made it to art school, but you always knew you were too

coool

so you popped that gum in your mouth and blew out breath that was fresh, but found yourself in quite a mess, quite a beautiful, beautiful

mess

you loved some of the books, but what could they teach you? you love some of the teachers, but what could they preach to you?

escape artist made it out alive! HA

you walked in lowly to the art supply store bought yourself a drawing pad and a guitar, what a SCARE! what for, what for

you live on canned beans and stick to the paints and strings and the occasional
fling

your creations become serious and the songs become more profound, as your wild apartment blooms into a garden of spinning wheels

of spinning wheels

You take up a job where daydreaming is acceptable, and move on out of the way of your superiors when they walk in the room, punch in your time card, then continue on those silent a musings

jesting

throughout the day, throughout the day

you read very little and listen to even less but create a lot and thank the good lord for that!

The place smells of fumes and the streets beckon you, but you lay on top of the creations, high on it, high on it, high, high, high

high

YOU WHIP! YOU BANG! YOUR HEART IS SOBER FEEDING THE INSANE, you scrap everything

burn it
in a tin
can

and the clothes too

and your beard is long

you shave that too, yes

bloom, bloom,, bloom, bloom,

the next day you are ravenous and you eat five dollar burritos, two of them, you shave your head, in a  tank top

you are on fire, a wild vulture

DOO, DOO DOO DOO, DOO


THE WILD VULTURE IS ALIVE

NEW YORK CITY IS BURNING

FIRE ANTS, FIRE ANTS, FIRE ANTS

NEW YORK CITY IS BURNING

AND THE WILD VULTURE IS ALIVE

required a son, required some sort of new kind of free wheeling master claws, with antennae sticking out of his head, he's a neaucesence, throw him in with the others, in a few weeks he'll be dead, the silence growing in a  room of hostilities, boaring, raging, clawing, a man in a his ***** wife beater bathing in some sort of maniacal driving, there is surplus, there is some, but there is still the baby crying, the unsettling warm weather bringing these people closer to dying, required a son, some sort of new kind of free wheeling master, there are some things that aren't written down in textbooks that bring some sort of new energies, that make the water flow with just a bit more elegance, there are some energies that take up an entire day, that we flow through but are just never aware of, they roll on and roll on and roll on, but then again, the hot and sweaty day, the new son, being born, water coating his new skin, water in his new eyes, rise

there is an unearthly beast, inside of me, longing for you
please let it through

I’ll treat you with decenency
but let me in
let me know
you


finger flick, wise beautiful women understanding the good they see, brightened eyes, relaxed brows, not too much looking around,

men with tattoos hanging at the end of the warf with their shotgun with three shots drinking stale beer and loving the stars

professors grading papers under the moonlight with soft radio on

tired executives allowing the television personalities to understand the frailties of life and take them lightly

young boys interacting with the dirt, with the concrete, with the stairs, with yoyo, with gi-joe- power ranger, less preferences, more timing

taste permiates, taste is, is, is, is, persists, is, is is, persists, supports, taste the side effect ifsupports without conscience, taste taste taste, why preference

an alleyway croquet mallet
has offed me aside the cheek, mom
and hallow I ruse and relish and weep about it-
carrying the decaying,

I rush to greet certain death, only to find more construction sights
and cars, bothered by their metal and their enormous frames

and my cynical attitude, i know, turns no light for decent people

making invaliuable clauses out of merit heat, and I fear

out of rational and simple,

that I may have exchanged my promise for plea,

I ask the gods and my mother

of such a night like this,

that I may go in peace?

through this one,

at least

for magnificence of spirit, holy grade arsenal of blueberry blossom fantasy folly, laughs at the most inappropriate moments, flan with coconut sprinkles and espresso, rip out my insides, and I'll reach out to you, my love, all we've been through.

the song wasn't meant for you but it turned to be yours anyway, a broken wheel on the freeway, some kind of trust or something beyond whatever people can do, letters, tiny, speckles, frightened under the bridge of a passing train, jumping over puddles, children again

or maybe it was, you insist, insist and I have learned from you that I don't seem to have a god ****** clue, and your light shines a whole light brighter than mine so I'll just have to clutch your hand and let you guide us through the underground, resume's and bits of talent, empty pizza boxes on a radioactive island, stranded

but something is ironic about the whole thing, and in your jacket you look look like a lost little penguin, and the absurdities add up and the question marks leave us with humor beyond anything I've known, question marks that bed and make love, little tid bits of apology that didn't make their way to the trial, now their standing there with feet chained to bits of radioactive metal, the apocalypse came before anyone could punish us, and now the jokes on them, or maybe its just on us, because we just can't seem to stop farting!

sitting back, letting the world be where its at, with mind open towards the sky, with the phone polls thinking off their fair, their electric current flows to a bulb that is calm, pulsing, its one of those evenings, crows, and different types of mosquitoes, cold enough for a scarf, reechhing screeching the tentative cat trying to make his next plan, escaping into the house where he may resume his limitless pleasantries, lifting up his spirits  with the fireplace

the delightful conversation, of honor, their is so much duty in the things we do, duty delights in its own way, honesty has its own reward, we heard letterman say it to a louis that was frowning, and the characters represented themselves, an extension of their characters, and louis went on being a genius and lettermen went on being a *****

pleasantries are present when we least expect it, the fuzz from the monitor, there isn't much worry about how ***** the computer gets, it adds character, wisdom, se lavi or whatever it is the french say tossing hands up in the air and leaving it up to probability, or uncertainty, what a pleasant feeling

pleasantries in the dress, the particular white collared shirt with the pressed jacket, shoes that shine, in glances and martini glasses, in steps down the stairs that feel of anchores, anchores somewhere beneath those grand steps that provide some kind of magnificent gravitational gradiose spectacular, pleasantries in how much we aren't even aware

body, body body, and body, so aware of body, do squats, I'm a ****, gothic androgynous man, I wake up and my mascara is still on, in my , I love being free.  Guess its off to mortal combat

my body, wormholed, my face, in the mirror, shaved, uneven, hair, everywhere, cloaked in skin, argon oil, love net, through the mirror, the exterior, fascination, frustration, chaos and discovery, juxtaposed with personality, away from me, away from me, the chorus line sings, a man who takes care of hair does bettair,

COOL

CAT

CREATE

COMFORT

Stuck to their thoughts, the quiet dealings while the world restlessness exposes itself before their eyes, and they do not flinch, there is a fear at the fibre of New York City, the ananymoty keeps one brave in their singular ways, just a scratch, just a droplet, without considering one another, exchanges at the counter kept short, exchange a few wads for cheap goods that will last a while, that happens to be my style. Astoria queens, where the colors don't mesh together quite right, taxes, payroll, bookkeeping, lots of wine, novelty next to 99 cent, cars crammed at the intersection, baffled in the brook, crammed in the nooksc the books are protected by a sheet to keep out the rain, at the corner there is a man going insane, city living, the expression, nothing's good, but can't complain, dotted taxi cab advertisements, launching a career, launching an attitude, launching a party, we can do business for you, step right in and see keep my business card hardly an issue, hardly the matter, coffees crummy, coffees not so bad what's the matter with you?  Emotionless, dreamless, left to the lights and sleepiness, a work day, a day of pay, churning out a penny at the end, churning out dollars that we can spend a loss of security for a good, or perhaps an investment in a future security, the city wish it could do it all for you, Astoria queens, sewn together freakenstein American Dream

you are trying every day to live more authentically

I forgive you for the mistakes you make, and I forgive you for showing weaknesses to the people you love

I forgive you for some of the bad things you do.

Life is short, and painful, and you are trying your best

Progress, not perfection


also, one more thing.  Lighten up man, play some stupid music and act  like an idiot, I'm tired of writing poetry, act like a stupid fool then go to sleep

processing power, no delays, high octane fury, filtered through a glorious glass hole, gaze and wonder with me, I'm somewhere that seems to be..further away, it was all allowed to happen, I took control of it, or let it go?  Honestly that thought perplexes me, I don't know, a whirl wind, I'm on a spaceship, reading to roosters, letting them give their crow,, allowing them to breath in deeply and cough when needed, its connecting on a stream, and the stream is nice and easy, It understands what it has control over and what it doesn't, gives In sometimes, but it lets the mind be deceiving for a second, then flows back in

Imagine the miccrochorsims, exploring their own roots deeply chaotic, deeply beyond, anything, I, don’t understand…..
Come with me on my digging adventure

Care to have a think?  I thinking not, thoughts through fixations

flick a cigarette and lick a split, you savaging *****, sensitivity of a ****

Come wardrobed with me in Narnia, waking with fixed hats, Wonderland, Haunted by petty notes, humorous haunting, actually amusing 
slaving over the machines, slaving over the rides,

I ensure you, I know how to have a good time

Raging with rambunctious rugrats, pleasant and fun, consuming hours, forgotten hours, fantasies are magic, to forget is perfect

love of saggatarius?  love of Scorpio?  Jupider and Mars?   your words that you thought meant something burn up in the wind, after a long bonfire, burn the ones we thought were vain, it all came from the same well, frame  them all,

frame all of them, in my haunted fantasy

love your point?  I love it too, I sign and I go with you, Love your thesis?  I thought it was interesting, lets come up with some counter arguments and I’ll let your string pull me towards you

Love your praxis?  your objective?  your target audience?  let them hear your rapsody, and hopefully they will live in a new way, their new truth that will get them through the day, their belief, that will hold their prayers, and loosen, affirm


Love your richeousness?  have, have it, and lay in the grass and look at the sky, wonder with reason, come up with a solution, emerge and go back to work

frame it all, I will frame it for you, then laugh and light my cigar, that’s what I’ll do, in my haunted fantsasy, come with me!  I’ll show you

FRAME IT ALL, FRAME IT ALL, FRAME IT ALL

Letting the entertainers know
we are all night to participate in a little show
la dee daad eed addad ddad
make waves and take another templatate, yours is here, is it lost yeT?
dadadadadadhahdhaha
make we sing your favorite turnes, I won’t pass judgment by you
la deee dadadad dee daw
they knew you for a second, but now its gone and over
magical little msysterioes, I ca’t begin to tak ebhte first step towards majesty, charisma, adultry, fantasy, calligraphy, oceanography, the study of maps and languages blah deee dee blah blkah
good ideas that start off good **** then don’t follow through the bullet of the gun barrrelll very well
youy’re on a tight stretch, a little mystery, you missed your mating call, granted you are tall and this situation is impossible, make your grave while you stand, take a shotgun to the head, the few applause, they were a couple in front and they really meant it, take it with an upper lip you twit
what was it that I was even saying?

I feel like adding in my own little melody
with a black hawk heaven diving down the butterfly
with a shockwave central beating at the art of a dragonfly
with a *** tim tim to my aching heart that sinks below
when I hear of damaged goods on their way to my feet
when I hear of damaged goods on their way to my feet
and I pick up a handful of sand, and I walk down the beach
and I look up, my hair is in curls and it is soggy
fluff and stuff and I'm carrying sea shells
the shockwave at the center of the body
beating itself, beating itself

wake me up and help me find the thing once again, let me put my face in it as I have other nights, let me stumble upon some sort of little twig that causes me to make the mistake that is of authenticity,

please, lord, or whatever is up there,

sean

Hustle and bustle of underground merry plaza showcase, the underbelly, the underlife, the true essence of the show going on at 8, men speaking rhythmically, eating quickly, with waste boxes, recyclables, the news is digestible, a man forages for answers in his phone, digging with his thumbs, and another reaches through the speaker to try to hear the close, the head anchored up, the scarf hanging at the direction towards the sun, oh the glamorous walls and the anxious souls, oh the marble staircase and the jansport backpack, more cleaning services than surfaces, less times more money, more money, less time, time is like money, it freezes and then it flows, what was the expression again?  Only the smell of coffee is lucrative, only the stench of ***** diapers, babies, in a place like this, where murmers are murmurs and eat isn't required but fufilled then joked about over digestion, a proper coffee break, he is of an ash tray the men gossip, not directly, but imply, stick to facts but hierarchies fill in like water into a ravine, never obscene, silent struggles to an invisible top held by Rockefeller who is no longer in this world, his spirit keeps some sort of hope driving noses into the pizza lunches, and the limitless contemplaions, the tough desicions, men around coffee are women amidst vultures, who has a higher grasp, whose the one getting cursed, overdone, overpowered, the cards turning in silence, literally in glances, a polite face turns to a disappointed hatred in seconds, perfect, like a diamond

blurbs, suburbs, writings, hasty tastings, fibres and frame, grilled, softened, appreciated, excruciatingly talented, genuis, hocus pocus spelled incorrectly, ironiclly, at the end of a misplaced magic trick, houdini in a fix and liking it, holden Caulfield with a girlfriend and a glass of champagne, mesmerized landscape architect workers tracing billions of samples and coming out insane, sane ****** monsters with no idea of where to turn to next, bottles of budlight, a crucifix,
misplaced, erase one memoiry, and another one emerges, out of a cloud, and it sits there for awhile, assured of itself, then once again, drops out of the race, a low bass chord, and the protagonist character takes a drag of his cigarette, and it’s all over

love, a chemical, love, chocolate

tresten tray deny defy, travesty trancending

******* bubbly bursting

interesting enough, a somba, met in march

making beauty, cellphone curiosities

Good times, good times, loved ones who made makers

dulce de leche, jive jive

boomering, blame, none, no no no, sake for sake, for curiosities sake, lots of that, a-floating, a wondering, a wishing

televisions pronouncing, ba ha ha ha
toot toot toot to that you old goat

love?  more, chocolate, dripping, ecstasy, dreaming, delicious!!

sentiment, sappy, taffy, the kind at the boardwalk, almonds, more, talk

tales, arcades, simple sayings, sorted out, soothing, sounding, surrender, the aesthetics, why why why, are they, projected, yet shunned?  

ugliness, the frailty, beauty, the majesty, why to all of these things?  

Ugly the, pronounced, the, proud, accentuate the, not nakedness, the, known, the pronounced, the political, in an undertone, understatement, no no no

taken up with projects of, bie bie bie

frail, your a ghost, with your camiseta, you're something else, go ahead and be

that something else, hahaha aha haha , smoke is clearing your lungs, fascinating, when the curious blends, meshes, cleanses your soul, why why why

bid farewell to your late fresh husband, he's off goodbyeing to power, which is easier said, power fresh in hands, power of statues standing time, however, power, loved by many, simplified with sentiment, body, release, taken over with the right mix, the right.... set


power, none, other, no, non, power, pulsing, bothered, hot, no

eased up again by mix, mix mix

won't get out of my lap
kitty kitty don't you understand?  how very peculiarly profoundly perfect your life became the minute you found yourself locked in this palace?  your freedom of this house

won't you take this life less seriously with me?  I struggle, I learn every day too, I watch the comedies, and your nose wet, rare, square, trying to, let it a llll

go!!  how how how how!  how do you take a man

who takes the world so seriously

and turn him into THE JESTER???? a true and perfect comedian!

perhaps my self entitlement puts me back in the hole aGain!! MUSKRAT

NOTHING, there is the bit of horrible, horrible, stark truth in every joke, the brutality of honesty,


or perhaps the comedy is the hot dog wrapped in a bagel that is absurdity

or perhaps the comedy is the bagel itself and the ****** is the ******* truth that we relate to

what would louis say?  what would jerry say?  what would Chris rock?  and Richy Gervais or however you spell his name?  Silverman?  help me out here, give me a few answers

the audience doesn't lie, and they laugh at the stupidest things, when the artist is outside of themselves, when the comedian isn't even aware of what they are doing, but some sort of ironic twist is born out of nothing...nesss

its getting too confusing, and I'm back to square one, back to my confusions, make me into more or whatever I wrote before

left to perpetual seriousness?  I don't want to believe this, are the average comedians liars and the geniuses genuine?  what is genuine quality really?  put under the microscope it is resentful and pity, and often in jail!

and the cat, rests, sleeps, curls, even as I type and her head, keeps getting pushed to the side over and over again... and never bites, because she has learned that she doesn't have to, the food is provided, and anxieties are only presented by...

silly little things.  Silly, silly little things.  That she makes up in her brain.

Care to have a think?  I thinking not, thoughts through fixations

flick a cigarette and lick a split, you savaging *****, sensitivity of a ****

Come wardrobed with me in Narnia, waking with fixed hats, Wonderland, Haunted by petty notes, humorous haunting, actually amusing
slaving over the machines, slaving over the rides,

I ensure you, I know how to have a good time

Raging with rambunctious rugrats, pleasant and fun, consuming hours, forgotten hours, fantasies are magic, to forget is perfect

love of saggatarius?  love of Scorpio?  Jupider and Mars?   your words that you thought meant something burn up in the wind, after a long bonfire, burn the ones we thought were vain, it all came from the same well, frame  them all,

frame all of them, in my haunted fantasy

I'm so desparate to find the next little taste of the appropriate words at the timing, the correct article of clothing?  what do you take me for?  I see a beautiful girl who looks at me with confidence, and my friend pushes me towards her, and I swoop around her back and hold her close to me, look her in the eye, and her boyfriend uses his body to counter,

I step back with a  gentelemns pose

I enjoy this game of cat and mouse, of power, the initial stages of sexuality seeping out of every orafice and contained with a simple little cat and mouse game, flinching like a cranked out rooster

not heartbreak
not solitude
not hurt
left those things behind

forgiven a few things, others come back in a rush and haunt me
read a few more things, they make me weaker, while they help pass the time
passing the time is one of the best things

developing a gut, a love of food

drinking too much, but romancing just the same, even better

not a character, a person, walks down the street, notices the restaurants, wants to sit at the nicer ones

wants to be a court reporter, a teacher, maybe

sits on the couch and watches sitcoms

cooks pasta, cooks breakfast

tells the iCloud to go away, remind me later

late nights rarer, comfortable with lazy body

grown out the beard, again

not heartbreak
not solitude
not hurt

somebody

so what is boring?  what is normal?  what is comfort?


it’s fine, just fine

and the poetry is fine, too

and reading is easier

wash it wash out wash it wash out
let it turn
hoot and a holler
bottled up all day
and like bubbly bottles burst
take my toll
fierce, almost fictional
but never hostile
transcend your barriers and let your impulses take you towards the next side of the room
and then back again
its over and over and over
hear the trumpet whail its sorrow
circling, round, round, round
love, a mist, love to die for
unseen unconditionl surrender
ooohohohoaoh
e,njoy a gin and tonic, and ,dress that ,was fash,ionable at ,som, e point b,ut is in deeper,ate ne,ed of ,recur ,,, , , , rence
the glasses are thick and so is t he smoke that lingers above conv,eras,--------tions and weaves be d,, tween the textu--------res of the deep green trees and their abundant philosophical relatab======le language and you fall into their ro000000000ots, you drUUUUUug their holes and youuuuuu lOOOOOve the earth the same way you love a compliment
Ahhh yeahhh!!!,you're looking the best you have in your life
there is a melody somewhere in the background but your attention is on the person in from of you, the enthusiasm in their voice, and how quickly you are able to agree with them
anticipate like disneyt, tpoets businesses, bartenders, bar menders, cleansers inspectors interpreters judgmenters allocate the spenders reaching out for new vendeor whose the best the lesser??
LET ME GOOOOOOOOO
its warm man, you have a smoke?
swomen, lights, some monument sky high lithe buddah lights little u[p with orange with luck on straight spinnings what was that? take another drink, hey whats your name? I'm from california you like surfing politics I odn'tk know I need to meet my friend
fix fix fix do I need to finish that paper? fixixixifiixx what will my mother say????
you met another guy who is dancing with a girl and he is cool and he is gesturing towards you with his glass of champagne and you
tilt up ystaree he cbottole of beer, but his kindness lingers as you stare into your glass andI smile when? wrong time go away fog forward gly He cracks a really funny joke about your smile
HAHAHHAHAAH
The movie, the movie, those time when I am removed from things and the

My mind balloons and its... delicious

I sit here
and try to figure out
what the next thing I am going to say is
i don’t know if it is the history
or I don’t know if its the signs from the roosevelts
being who they were
making decisions
and I don’t know where all this capitalist conundrum comes from
but I’m obsessed with beauty
and the way it works
I like to study it
and understand my figures
and understand my neighbors
and I am emotionally drained from work
but I am compelled
to continue doing what I do
and there will be things
that come and go
and make measures clear
and work in tandem with the fixtures overhead
and recite lines with the best who were out on a wing
and make love to circus freaks visiting their own visions
and liking the way leo works between films
and destroying art when it is ironic to do so
oh jeeze the way these things work
and they

are

just

broke

and

happy

..coherent and available,

it has bounds and beauty and florance mist.


it has deliquents attempting their selves at a jests balcony and dance

how this should be so,

how  I wish it were, as stoic as this fountain

can I blame my own? will I hurt tomorrow?
take me with you on your balcony and learn fever scenic chirping

and I insist, that this one will evolve

Oh sweet nothing
Set to the skies overhead
A rebel with a song playing, the hips moving
Hurry to get it all down, but right now there's no immediate threat, so
Ring a bell and make the kids across the street forget their skateboard woes for awhile, and I'll sit here ***** with flip flops on my feet
The traffic rolling by every five minutes
The shining leaves
Oh sweet nothing, you're being ****** good to me

goes into the garden andallws for garden


fixes the air conditioning

go east, go west… west is wehre you can be 30 percent sure


lbah blah and itinerary,for a worldclass

ride to spain

ride to spain


die in paris, in vain

statues standing attracting, what of pose?  what of character?  what of beauty?  


why of symmetry?  that is the most perplexing, to fathom symmetry, to be able to understand it, draw it, how come?   Why doe things seem to work out so perfect?  I wish I understood it better

Darwin says this this this this this
so did jesus that that that that

bullcrap

signed

muskrat

Love, Have it

and sabotage my insides, lightly, over espresso
nearly and dear, you have a petit face, hephurn, burn, burn
nice and sax, frazzled tenor sax, her voice, innocent, behind
nice, chocolate-coated and cool
I feel a
magic

in the eyes of whom, exactly?

the state?  the state has no control, the money runs the people, the people are motivated by money, the power is ran by the incentive to feed a family, to gain status

right?   what right do you speak of exactly?

Rights in the eyes of god?  Whose god are you referring to?  the god??  there are many gods,

Are you an atheist and still believe you have a right as a human being alone?  so then, what is a human being? how do you classify human?  are we animals with clothes on?  

you say rights, you assume rights?  whose rights?  what constitutes a right?

you say democracy, rule of the people?? the best way, oh yeah yeah yeah

rights rightsirthrigh rights  rights rights rights rights

rights rights rights rights rights rights
ri gh t
rite
rite right?  write????? write right right

de mo cra y- people people govern people create people create society create people

what do you mean???? what do your words mean???

A bottle of budwiser is a bottle of budwiser
Remove the stickers and its a bottle of beer
Drink the beer and it is a brown bottle
smash the bottle and it was a fight, anger, a memory
the glass in the morning is waste for the garbage collector

So much energy
So much countless energy
Dedicated to one thing
And one thing only
Hit him up for a lesson
And he will teach you his ways
Hung up on memory projection
Out of state, out of state
Imprisoned, shackled down by the few, the many
Expressionless and absorbed by many colors
Making a few marks on majesty, uncovering the beauty of it all
Unhurt by logic, untouched by sound
Spitting in greater reasons
Great and small
Waiting till the point that you either have to die
Or drop the ball
Whatever that may be
Whatever that may look like
Increasing in hands and ski technology
Expressed by numerous representatives all wanting an equal shot at each other
And ending up on pages and pages worth of mill and junk and whatever needs to be said and whatever needs to be born
Deciphered decouple disinherit, side vowed
Interlocked and interwoven
Machine like aristocracy
Misjudging so quickly
Misjudging like an abyss judges the appropriate time to go by
Mixing it up on a rotating mirror of color,hands free interact interact
And make space Angela out of whatever is left
It is finally here
Performing for you

only at certain times

doesn't make out the sunlight, too bright

sensitive to this and that, to everything

there is warmth, against the skin

thin, thinner, thinning

when its perplexing, near to ******, but never ending, never ending need

and the paranoia

One more thing

I like to strut
across the stage
and wear the finest, yes
rocker boots
I'm bowie and Morrison

I exude, yes

and I take a drag of a cigarette
just to flick it

I wear a chain around my neck
and I dance around my apartment
to billy idol
and I sweat, sweat, sweat sweat, sweat

I get ******* and kiss ***
I get ******* and perform and drop the microphone

my virtue
is kindness
because its easy to be nice

when you've got a nice smile

model, model model
you remind me of an actor
that I've seen, oh yes
I appreciate that
mannerisms and pleasantries

a self portrait?  sure why not

you know what I mean...

Letters of old dancers dancing to music, touching undone turbulents, formulating makeshift sentences, releasing their fury onto the world, the saints who have done no harm but are forced to make all the decisions, delivering daggers, of fury, in their brass outfits, off iron loviung, of bows and arrows locking into the hearsts of men and women in the same place, of peopple, yes, of humans loving intimacy, of loving dominance and power and in acceptance, of superiority or infiriority, clowning at majestic paragraphs, that are meaningful then meaningless, that are gibber gabber, edgar allen poe, allen ginsburg, allen allen allen clowning in your ear get back there in a fury!  make of an echo and make out of a whisper!  and do and do and do

doing is doing is doing, but doers do, while those who also do do what doers do but say more than enough.  The dooers do the abstract, the doers never quit, the doers are cursed, then those who don't  also do be doing justice to those waiting to be done, a doers responsibility, strangely enough

doing justice
doing respect
doing love
doing peace

justifications?  reasoning?  reason reason reason

just annoying noises? An idea stuck like a plunger after ****



do do do doing doing do, why then, do?  Why exactly

To live

POEM POEMM PEOME
TRUTH TRUTH TRUTH
BLAH BLAH BLAH

I WANNA SMASH SOME STUFF

A PICTURE PAINTS A THOUSAND WORRDS
BUT WORDS CARRY WEIGHT LIKE WAGONS
THAT TRANCENDS ALL IMAGE ALL TOGETHER

GO AHEAD, STEAL FROM ME

for taking my security away, for taking blanket from naked body

I resent like a balding man loses his toupee


scalding hot coffee *** just missing the lap

I fall in love and resent that the gift does not merit consent, the gift does not merit consent

you give a little, you get a little,

that statement is a lie, I will not listen anymore

my love is overwhelming, too perplexing for most to bear, and I am

ousted, laughed at, pigeon holed, left to introspection

left to meal, movie

I fall in love, I give the gift, and I continue breathing

and I get weaker, I resent, I resent

when the politician crooned
and made a mistake
today is today
and he goes out this way
he takes a picture with a fictional villain
and pretends he’s a saint

makeshift melodies
working their way through the mansion
of the ******* bunnies
more preoccupied than the rest of us
more
preoccupied

junkyard schoolboys
walking into desert islands
and ******* magical spells
only to come out
horrendous, ugly muggles
useful only for punching tickets
at the next show

juniper berries
crisping up a salad
and making it sweeter to swallow
lunches that are bittersweet
because of the conversation
you couldn’t swallow

evergreen trees
standing the test of time
in the middle of a long
deserted island
evergreen trees
in a deserted island
providing pin cones
for the restless settlers
trying to prepare their dinners

frolicking in belief


working in every mixture, attempting to be pure

obsessed obsessed obsessed I am, with figuring out the question, my question any questions, of

answer, wanting of answer I am, la la la, la diddy ******* da


made up mind about half a billion things but three hundred billion more are multiplying out of the mixture


made plans to make more demands but met moving particules of mother *******

make me into more

make me into more

than what I was before

make me into more

than what I was before

I feel hopeless and helpless, and directionless, lead me to a door, lead me, I’m begging for answers, the opposite of daoism, of sheer individualism, perfect, to the core

help me escape from this maze, help me!  I need

make me into more

make me into more

I leaked little house, flipping and spotting out tiny little words, little fragments of possibilities, in the resonance of a cello, in the ever growing weeds between the sidewalks, shoe laces, crushes, freckled faces, ahhh me, a small thing to remember, a walk down the street!! a walk, seemed leaps and bounds, of that thing@!!! why that thing? Why memory? Can they be washed away , spittles little bits of *****,
ahhhh, ahhh long lonely night, of heaps of green, clean, watered pipe of decency, reflections, necessities, degrees of truth and reactions, sharpening of lenses, pointing out and covering up flaws, accentuations, ahhh ahhh long longly me
ahhhh burst, ahhh inflate, to tumble over when not levitating off the ground, to fall off the bride with dirt on knees, and to emerge with a different walk, a different attitude, ahhh lonely walks, not necessarily of abandonment, of priceless cheap desire, however a feeling consuming and leaching to burnt toast and milk in the morning, itching, itching itching, and itch?
Ahhh lonely night, little bits of discs, little bits of discs? I don't remember which, screen, don't remember where thats been, who left it? gone? is it on? input cable one?
Ahh lonely night

stop trying?? what do you mean by that you old, dead *******, scoundrel!
whats your aim? where were you living when you wrote those ****** words!
what are you trying to pull? what cruel sick joke? What little passe last toot did you think you had in your gut? !
what kind of full bodied lack of thought thumb up nose remark! you’re wrong, or you’re too right!! graying hair, you ugly man, you elegant, beautiful man! !
stop haunting me! stop advocating your poison! Trechourous fuckerrry!
Troll of urban america, swigging down your swank, your swag, your style! Bahh! you don’t know a domesticated pet from an animal, you do not know of institution! You make your little assumption and laugh!
inhale and **** and like ice cream Ironically! Why would you see and then subject me? !
hahah I’m laughing really hard about it! That’s what you leave me with? trechoruous truth, mock your fellow poets, mark vonnegut, shut up you dead man! !
You would like an ironic joke, wouldn’t you old fellow! are you closer to god now? !
Triumph in your misery, and make a little makeshift idol out of it, and hold it up to the stink of the barlight, that pale chicken soup of sun seeping into your existence, and ******* out into a trough and lyrically blessing the underworld with new tounges. !
!
whatever man, !

yaas yaws said neil cassidy, and dean smiled back, I have no idea what you are talking about, carlo said to ginsberg, this one is crazy, and then sal said to keroac delete delete delete deleted delete