yeah

sounds less threatening that *** and drugs, doesn't it?

but they're the same thing, oh long drag, oh long sigh, oh long winding wheezy world moving by, possess me with your marvelous fun little hauntings, sounds threatening but it is really just a little roller coaster ride, tied to the tops of mountains, bungee jumping, something as ridiculous as that can make a lifetime, and we, just sitting here, seem to be doing, just that

prescriptions are for the educated, for the ones who want to get high at the right times, like the water droplets, again, not cold showers all the time, but at the right times, the precise, times

I’m writing a poem right now


I do to want to writ ea poem right now

why?  leave me to my coffee, and my music

go away

leave me to my flowers, I do not care for the page

I do not care for this stage, please stay away


I’m writing a poem right now, and I definitely resent it

I’m grandstanding my own serenity, with your chaotic beauty


jeez, put a shirt on

jeez, you’re too bombastic!!  


I don’t want to write your poem

because I’m just to cool for that

like, I’m so cool that I won’t eve write another poem again ever

and I’ll still just be a weird poet

wouldn’t matter


so I’m not going to write it

but intense, to the scorpio, to a capital S

where is it all going?  where am I ending?

burning eyes, burning brows, expressions add up

looks, mirrors, goes, in

battle with myself, sin

needed help, got it, needed numb

got it

folding over the balcony of expression, the generation of honesty can discover malleability

and the music turns religious

again

and the dancing becomes formal

again

how will that happen?

time, it tells

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



Jolted, ready for action, body ready with a menacing pride, ready to unleash some kind of chemical, what kind of chemical, of brass of of object, some sort of metal recurring in me, let it go, release the fury, how to learn to let go proprery, let it go with some sort of a grace, doesn’t seem to be entirely possible, how does one really, really, let go?  exactly?  how do I know when my concioesnneseneses which I can never spell right is actually functioning?  when is it actually functioning at the proper measures?  I ask this humbly, as if talking to my therapist, who is thrilled with his PHD, who really really really wants to help me, and understand my disease, my disorder, where did this guy come from?  He’s full of grey hair and he knows nothing and everything and his advice is that of a weight which drags me down and sombers my tone, but is left a note in my boats prolonged brigade of bridges, bringing me back to basics

no dice to roll, got some sort of fiery hand in nowhere vegas land, what, why, women with greyed hairs in jumpsuits and stale cigarettes, no dice to roll no dice to roll, what am i going to do?  whatever tickles my fancy?  Can't seem to stop writing, it feels like some sort of disease, I'm reserved then cautious and not sure what the next thing to churn out is, I am freaked out, humble, and making my way over to the next table, attempting to make some sort of sense, but the atmosphere of the room is nonsense, dressed for some kind of hawaiin getaway, the theme is even less formal, of those who do not consider fashion, where am I headed?  never be aware of the person, what did I mean when I say that?  I don't know what I am talking about sometimes, am I talking to nobody?  can nobody hear me?  I feel so intensely this draw towards

nothing nothing nothing nothing nothing nothing nothing nothing!

YOU IDIOT!!! you're just going in circles, and a part of you wants to believe halloween logic is actually truee

God ******, I don't know what to do with myself

I love your silence

say something silly but said without vibration

put to sleep in evening and never missed the moments of thought

brought myself back to myself, never wrong, take the rug from underneath my feet

and I keep spinning, my little girl, and take care of each other

in that classic way, oh man it feels good

like a worm in the sheets, feeling away around the brisk, yes

deep in non-thought, nonsense, everlasting laughter

your silence

I'm on the subway
Now
Thinking about poetry
How it moves through the membranes
And makes me dip my head in the sink
Cool water against my face, the streets have been turned on to me
I guess that was hanks way of saying
I'm a bad boy just by virtue of reading his work
And I hope that is true
I'd like to be a wild vulture
Silent, stewing in the miraculous discovery of it
I'd like to wear my leather boots with pride
I'd like to be a snake fighting with a hawk and sting his way out, slither away, indifferent to death
There isn't anything standing in my way, really
I am wearing the James dean jeans., and I've got my head crooked down slightly with my forehead furrowed

Yeh, today will be okay

The chaos of history
Where we try to find patterns that quickly crumble, where fear of *** is a constant
Fear of free thought is constant
Regret after war is constant
To find organizations of prejudice under the euphemism of protection is constant
Inequality has been constant. I cannot think of a time in history where hierarchy has not existed. This doesn't mean it couldn't ever exist
Perhaps if our empathy was increased by our tools for expression, there would be more equality, if feelings were so out in the open that they couldn't possibly be ignored
That politicians lie for support is a constant

Given these constants, why do we continue to lament?  Because we dream of an ideal, somehow, because we are dis satisfied with what is put in front of us, because as scholars we criticize, why can't we accept?  The individual makes a choice to live for change because he sees the possibility, but he finds that his honesty is misinterpreted and reinterpreted by the ***** to fit an ideal that never was, that the maytr becomes inhuman, a lie of pure soul that was far from the truth of, how perceptions change naturally and the idea of change may be an illusion

That Gandhi did not liberate India, but rather shifted the tides in the right direction as a performer, a martr, that the liberation of India happened on it's own. That a man cannot change the world, but live his life in his own ideal image of it, which influences but does not actually change,

I want to run away from my own thinking
It gets carried away from me, and suddenly I am a victim, or perhaps my self pales in comparison to my emotion, like a small child gazing at the golden gate bridge on a dark night a he huddled in his think windbreaker, it is a hopeless cause, that emotion is as real as any rational thought, that there is no real distinction, the idea that everything is about *** except for ***, *** is about power, but emotion is not about power, it is from a scours that is beyond the animal, it is absolutely an completely human and alien to the natural world, I am pale to the comparison of this life, and my emotion drives my passion, and in my rational mind I am hungry for food and drink and for power, rationality, the animal instinct, that I fear death when I am rational, how pathetic and now time consuming and how completely undeserving of the following feeling of pervasiveness, that I am capable of anything and death is my fate no matter what my choosing, oh, I will choose the former every time, until my rationality dies, yes I will go gently into that good night

I weep and I beg, please take me away
I weep and I beg, please take me away
I weep and I beg, please take me away
I weep and I beg, please take me away

merry setter, merry go round of go-getters, attempting to lurch at the next bit of bread, the bourgeois making their bets, sat quietly at cafe at ate pizza, evening, middle of the day, lost track of time, bull wind, a time lapse of mystery novels all intertwining, at the very heart the mystery of new life, the anxieties building up around it, what's going to happen to it?  

in new york cars pass by and horns honk as the coffee brews and brisk is barely bearable, anxious to hear new news, anxious to get the next job, whats in store, whats in front, a song is thought for the next sell, car lots and cheap motels.  honesty is a feedback loop, existing out of time and space, making its way around the prongs of video games, the memory cards are stashed, and the men don't know where the next card to be had is at

The laptops rest and the lights of sleep purr, the reading glasses rest on top and not a soul in the house stirs, blank walls and blank faces, even frowns as it all brews down, the green light flickers here, the last bit of sunlight is the only constant, echoes from the freeway flicker and draw back a curse, of perpetual seriousness, of stoic enterprise, stuck out of time, once, and only, again

To Science,

explain to me with your null hypothesis, your few words
why I laugh at the absurd, why some things are appealing and others not
try to make sense of hysteria, of massive blotches and stains where everything else seems to be clean
how does your hooks and bounds creep its way into clawing tag lines that represent a point of view? are you disgusted by the reputation of your name? or does it not even bother you?
are you made of stone in giant archways or do we need to test that a few more times before we get a confirmation?
are your studies, which work to stay away from human bias, bound by academic approval anyway, and does this constant checkup bother you?
how does it feel? to be constantly under the microscope?
your mistakes are revelations! the biggest ones reap the biggest rewards and profit, what an achievement
science, just a few more questions, I don't mean to take up too much of your time, I can see your requirements are multiplying, saving lives, saving love! saving freedom! Romantic in politics and grueling for students, you must have spectacles with hundreds of different lenses
science, are you the ultimate language, or the anti-language? I'm perplexed! and curious

signed,

Muskrat

are boring beings

we tell so many stories

but we are

truly

boring

AHAHAHAHAHA

its truly a riot!  we're so boring!

its hilarious!

whisper, whisper to me, put water on my lips, my arms rest off the side, stroke my hair, my stomach on the hard wood, a kiss on the cheek, a bit of kindness, a story of new lessons, give that to me, know which direction we are heading, with the small flashlight at the bow, flinch it every half an hour to keep the batteries functioning, wind it up if anyone gets a second wind, without coffee, with coffee, bobbing up and down, stroke my hair again, gently, whisper an L, whisper a synth, a simple, take my side, the water is cool, the cave is dark, the flashlight will work, I crank, I crank

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

Power, in the prejudice of language
A pronounced but silent linguistic statement
Unspoken but sung on
Pictures paint a thousand words
But then the words carry weight like wagons, trancends all image all together, never better, sleek like leather, loaded questions, how's the weather convorsations spoken in our bodies posture fluid and malleable
Just like water

the examined life, portrayed right at the fingertips, in loving memory, in loving color, swirled together, finding their roots at epitome, the example. the hand reaches out to the flower pedal floating its all simple, the hand reaches for what it needs, the person is enchanted, delighted, to be a part of something, that moment when the dynamic is flawless, those little moments, when the sun hits and there are parades in the background the the hand and eye and mouth are all focused on one specific interaction.  

these moments, take up all the time they need, and then they pass, and that is that, but time has a funny way of working its way up the spine, finding itself later in the recess of memory, embrace, warmth that is uncontitional, while no truth is permanent some stand for longer periods than others, and while they stand we dance, we dance, we dance

we cast ribbions to to top!  and we throw confetti all over and celebrate!  yes and while celebration may be a set up for disappointment, in that moment, that specific moment, celebration is perfect, and love shines, and its power is furious, its power is locked in, and death is escaped somehow, the spirit is sprinkled, like the confetti, and the individual is, truely, selfless

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

to savor, to have the willpower

to wait, to anticipate...anticipation, and let it roll over

like you'd roll over a tortilla, for someone you love

the browned crust, the wine, savored in the evening with company,

to savor company itself, to wait to speak to the one you love, on the balcony, when nobody else is watching

sips are delicious, and to sip is to practice humanity, to distill, to understand, that there will be another sip in the near future, and you remember the last

the wishing wells eating up their spells, the mystery tour catching an early flight to greeece and ending up broke with no fishing tail to catch onto, mystery wheels of which way and rhyme a quick way to pass the time working on fishnet and fishtails to bring into a *** of good luck that can either be lousy or unimpressive and stupid the lovers cast their first spell and fear is driving them but its heading up to good luck, and the clouds are permissive, and they understand what they need to understand, and I’m not doing this for anyone but myself from now on, I guess thats just a decision that you have to make, and the precious fools who make an irony out of their vanity will be great too, and we will do a dance together, yes we do a dance together
I am a man that wants to do his best to preserve what is coming, to grant solitude and goodness to those that were good to me, I believe in a  God moving through things, controlling things that I cannot understand, because things are just too **** complex, working way soldiers on a ride to vacancy, vacancy, vacancy, oh just scribbles and random dots showing on either side of reading lot and loving the poetry and the history of it, and sometimes there is a movie, oh sometimes a classroom is a place to dream, to dream rather than to actually focus on the lesson, a random destruction of beauty, a random destruction of beauty, lovely forces making on a take out transition into fuller notions of equality, and loving their morality, and just making their decisions good enough to foster an excelllece, of equal stature of equal pride, moving through the ride, moving through the ride, and they all excel at what they can and cannot do, and he kept them still cool, and he could have taken the ride, but he chose not to, what of a hero?  what of a savior? what of a pastor attempting to take down everything that he has already established and coming up with nuclear error, pasting out the tangible worst of makeshift cranny acid truculent succulent brandy candy plans to see me jammy

I can't stop thinking, my mind is on an uncontrollable think fest, I can' stop thinking about the future, I can't stop thinking about where I'm headed, what I need to do next, I can't stip focusing on my plans

digger digger digger

I dig so fast my body gets in cramps, in cramps
I understand what it is to reach it, reach it,
I dig fast, I dig fast
so dig it, dig it

smoke, spit, dragging boots in gravel, cowboys from suburbia, uhhhhh lead and sai, shades and crooning, grabbed at lovers learning to smell shin if


Too much walking shoes worn thin
too much trippin and my soles worn thin

I love that lyrics, shut up

coffeee klonopin bagel ecigarette claming nuturing sunny sunny sunny, more coffee what was it I was thinking?  Didn't use the cream cheese no shower hair pomade and bruhsed teeth rolling stones did I miss something?  Set yet still yearing, stomach full yet still grumbling...

****, ****


diapers

don't let your body, don't let it be someplace where I can't see

I'd like to protect, and yet my being is so sensitive to you

a selfish longing, of possession, of unhealthy aggressive intense lust, of covered, cover cover cover

bounce back and I'm useless, a rag, hiding with eyes wide open, facing towards the sun, the rays break through my shades, something I'll never know, be able to face, I am a dream, a fantasy, drawn with long legs, lost over extending nature

protect me, don't falsify me, deceive me,

to love the world and to know that love makes mistakes, love is the soup, and the alphabet doesn't emerge correctly, soggy

fragile, and luke warm, blood temperature, curdling, madness

toss it in the microwave

or walk away

whose getting played?

apparently women's minds

don't work in this way...

Men see hierarchies and

women see webs

this confuses me, as I try to maintain inner quiet, I can't help but to

bench the idea that I'm the one getting used, who uses, and whose getting *******

selectively cynical, my grandfather says...
its a clever thing to say

selectively optimistic, thats what my therapist says
what a wonderful thing to say

my perceptions, deceiving me, do I even believe in me?  

scurrying all over the place, the Muskrat gets tired too

tries to sleep in his nest, with johnny cash on the radio

hazing himself into oblivion, whens all this ever going to end?

the superior and the inferior, the irritated and the depressed, the easy going and there trting, all of them having their points, all of their having their good hair days, their aggressive plays, the clutch attitudes, their heads waking up on the right side, the moment of glory and the bottom of hell, aribbbity anphibbity jee whizz taking the next position, the right position, irritated days, then morality sets in, sometimes able to breach but then having the mind set in and bring one to the thinking giving tree, why to I feel a concise, a morality, why is the passion in conflict with the reason, and then I try to hard to undersratnnd while all the time, I ‘m really just siting in a chair and thinking staring off into space all day, my thoughts are insecurities on speed trying to get to the next meeting point whereI can make up some sort of excuse to get myself some attention some *** and soup and love and who makes up my mind, who tells me what to do so I can shower, so I can devour wings, so I can tell them they were wrong, so I can roll around on the dusty stage, so that I can sit in a dive bar and reflect on it all, so I can fantisize, congratulate myself for things that haven’t even happened, a young ego completely out of flux, attempting to wrap myself but sweating and completely directionless, in the LA sun, hair flying all through the wind!

Caltrain you reading running machine, eclipsing my dreams, anticipations of new girlfriends, roar you might, Belmont and atherton, mmm Thunder and I rear, pour, buttermilk old couty road, no oh man,

Caltrain whisper your extension, the next time, on a chorded phone!! Vintage!!  I like it, wrapped around my finger, you stop too many times but right now you ease my mind

Original master of bottled overblown ownership, around a flogging frame of masculinity, tone more reflective than any of your own, your a master, someone who takes the wheel, the navigator, russel crowe at his finest, with a head heald toward the mist of sea you take glee in knowing your place, your status, your finest hour, punishment, corporal, minsitster, sinister, your enemies fear you, your colleagues believe in you, won’t you take on another cruise ship, take on another fluke? Nothing is quite in danger, yet it is always looming right in front of you, the danger, the edge of the world, beckoning, its black marvel is a hole in the sea, and you will swirl around its edges, knowing nothing but the night, the cold, the winter, the old man with the mop in hand warns of omens, and the crew complies because they listen, they are wise,

Hold down your anchor! The end is approaching!  you know what they came for, they want you intact, whole, at the core, a piece that they can rivet, take away, reach down to the center and feel the pulp at the fingertips, pull it out and hold it towards the wind, its our apple, bite into it again

many more to come?  back in the saddle with me, here I go, racing with time, trying to fix this and that, held back by small things said, tinkering with the abstract, thoughts of a pendulum grandiose swifts swaying three ways, three times, over and over again, coming up short, a parody of sorts, teachers not caring to comment, B's a great and C's acceptable, supposed to go to a play, to a thing, a thing a thing,


supposed to go to this and that, supposed to find out a time

schedules, scheduling, nobody really profiting, meetings held for three hours, right after lunch break, everybody too tired, right before, everyone too sleepy, giving it away, giving it away

where is the water going?  How are we going to fix it?

and I let it out and said okay

and I made promises

to what extent does what comes out of my mouth actually have truth?  

what's the correlation between what we say and what we do?

the ideal chess set and the moves, the game plan and the...

truth, ****, it keeps coming back to that

a stoic is prisoner to it, and nietzche warns and warns again

but I'm not sure if Nietzsche ever loved a woman

other than his mother, no, love turns you into a truth seeker
and you're doomed to be a hero, sticking your neck out for nothing, for blows,

and it *****

wishing yourself better

wishing yourself cooler, calmer

the self is confused and hides

why is it hiding?  I ask those questions, which are the dangerous ones


will to power is an easy way out, but I read another piece that had a different explanation, the bible I think it was

and it had equal validity, it had me looking at things differently
and myself is the biggest scardy cat

I wonder what Nietzsche would say about that

practice, bare with me

seasonal, suffering, maimed, buttt better than dying, tarnished, one high sticking out begging for life, bowl, better off with cereal, clean which, with..... 1, 2, 3, 4 ,5 ,6, too many, I should probably quit...

burst!  burst out, flame!!

almost there, came, came to

and the world stays still, and the people out the window,

go about their business while I give in to what I see fit

and my body is fit

and the mind is of acceptance

what many would have done I do, glazing the surface with my ski, freer than the notes from the truck, the ice cream

oh rupture, rally and cry, do as you like, wear it as a a sash and remember or forget, put in your bag and remember a few days later, gaze again, and again, and another thought enters,

rupture, relentlesslessly, and go out that way, to delay dying or to sustain living, oh, one in the same, oh the irony in our ways, the moments of hysteria, taking over the senses!  charm and poise, laughter, the cure

ulcen pulsen dorowning dissolving, not above, not dissolving, let if feel let it push let it melt groove and let it go to the ticick gutiarr that is applying and attempting to be real, attempting to say the real message, what is the real message, what kind of ptirkck you trine to pull the bass is suspicious and it wants to help the little guy on its way, there is something approaches in the background, it makes a small sound that is ver y distant bout it begins to come closer, very slowly, with a dinosaur tail

enchanting!  take my family and our end of the day, the penetrating orange, just seen over the trees, sink into me, my restless feet, bouncing around looking for the next song, I cannot compete with your elegance!  your perfection!  seep into the sleepy lives of silicon valley and help them rest after a long day of unnerving, dropping, droppings, set backs, camps to get across, new days ahead, help them sleep ribbons, help them sleep

signed,
seany

I am the strangest person I have ever met in my life, take the Sybol of the party and put it in my back pocket ironically, looks and desicions, leading to small laughter, leading to pleasent convorsation, leading to anything where anyone can take a breather, take a calm, carry on, hogs roll by then things roll on, the symbols add up, and the symbol of the party seems of a siren, wailing its sorrow, wailing its empty, the empty cab rides, empty expressions l, and entertainment filled with urmmmph and love and drunk, the atmosphere rising, the lovers wanting to clutch closer, the evening never closing, dance a little bit more!   Loan out an extra!  It's sullen but it's sudden!  The spontenaity is flawless, beating the next pack, beating the next maker, making their mark, beating them like eggs whipped with cilantro, you're gone bro, psssssss its possum


In the street!  Sitar!!!

caught dangling in the bathroom, caught thought up in little thinkings, those little nibblets nibbling at your inner ear, telling you you're weird

funkining funkinings frolicking around frustrated ambassadors

stuck out of time, make sense of anything, when the road ahead seems so clear,

and a vision presents itself on a pedestal, asking to be taken

awkwardly feeling my way around a toolshed, I'm on empty

where am I again?  step by step

step by step

be gentle on yourself

A love sick gut
A guy who knows enough, Ivehad enough lessons, suckling fat, stuck to the ribs UGHHGHGHHHHHHHHHH
I want to sink my teeth, a craving
Like no other itching at the spine, pickled in a salty solution of time
Cramping my empty stomach, stargazing turrets machine head massacre
Frolicking in fictional fragments for flabbergasted nonentity
Spinning in circles, spent
Elongated taffy candy, rubbed in bourbon, succulent and tasty, craving another...

COME HOME, COME HOME!!!
LETS MAKE THIS THIS THIS

You're too far away, bring it back
I a scattered little tom waits boy, with my goofy hat, and I can't sit straight!  call call  call!!

OHH boy, I'm in trouble,

I'm such a little SPAZZZZZ OH NO ITS ALL COMING BACK, CIGARS AND **** A DRAGGGGG AFARRRRRRRR

PIRATE LOGIC, HALLOWEEN LOGIC EATING UP MY BRAIN

BANGING ON THE TABLE

what I'm trying to say is, you are in deep, its getting close to whatever was your ending, you're not the person you thought you were, take yourself closer to god, take yourself closer to shaking rock, rattling at your feet, the exact anwer, I'm presenting it to you, and it isn't pretty, your armies are rowing away from you, you sea sick *******, try to make some connections, try to make the hollies folly, the desperate hands that claw out for you have nothing better to do but to sit and wait at your doorstep, you have nothing to fear yet, you crave a bit of comfort, the warmth, the deep breaths, the p


nothing nothing notthing

to have one, and to have it project ut with a climactic answer, ready fret the next one, sweating out the future, leading to a corruptible past, finishing last, those heavy concrete jungle stinging bleachers, sticking to your skin, sweating out the pores, my answer for tonight is still more questions,

creepy crawly critter, thats easy
needs necessity to keep up the heiress of kitty, now thats tricky
feline freaking over footsteps
faking  for curiosities fragile games
kittty, eyes distinct and dreaming
swagger with new dire absolute necessities,  
tail and trail, he she it
human, not suffering,
of curiosity, spice

Some understand what happened
someu understand where things are going
some understand history
some understand language
some understand systems interacting
gears turning
some understand humor, ha ha ha hahahahah
some understand politics
some understand bowling
some understand indulgence, weather, snowing
some get little things that are hanging from houses that we never glance at
some are slow or stagnant but smart
some are quiet but insightful
some are obnoxious but loving
some serious but strong and good humored
some wide spreading but suffering
a little cocky but relevant
some boring but hard working
some over dressed but good at listening
pictures, pictures, pictures
scholars
interpreters
winners, losers
judge, do
do

Know know, the knowing, ever reaching, expanding, like ice, sticking, irritating, emerging with confusion, a hurt head, wondering, what happened?  Jeeze it's impossible to find anything. The sun is blinding, reaching, the stops drag onward, reaching the city, reaching the city, my bags got too many holes in it now, but jansport holds up, mountain men making their next exit. Held up by their lack of nutricion, their eyes crusty and tired, not lumberous jacks but minstrels now, with a few driniing songs to keep from souring the mood. On and on and even flow

Rein of clouds and sky, ready to rupture, possessing me with your dew
shuddering my spine, sticking the very burn to my lips, crisp air, changing
head spinning off the tops of the gate posts like a cat crossing, misadventures, purrs, purrs
fleeting thought experiments and delicious sentiment, peering through display windows and seeing the tiny universe expand, dreary delight of my God!
wherein, you perplex me, wherout, you make no sense
even still, persist, do you not, my sense, the reality, foaming at my nostrils, the feeling
hungry for flight, uncontrollable dreaming take off above the city when I am lucid and hearing to take control! Too much, approaching the wave with too much strength
Tell me, in which direction do I go?

the dangerous things
and the alright things
working in tandem
and making excuses
for one another
and following a pantomime
of absences
and destroying the future
and destroying the future
and loving the mystical shadows
and eating their hearts out
with limitless unlimited closures
and making skills out of profits
and destroying the grounds that stand beneath
then laughing it all the way out
and bringing bad luck
at the lunchens and the meetings
and feeling unsafe and uncomfortable
and being a winner or being a loser
or perhaps seeing a winner in the eyes
and understanding fear
and worrying about something else
instead
the long treasures of a circuit
eats is way to the heart of things
and let it be exposed!
let it be wild!
let it be dangerous
and alright things
and things working in tandem
and destroying the future
and eating their hearts out
and making skills out of profits
and laughing
laughing
laughing

Or am I socrates?  do I play socrates with myself?   is socrates a genuine soul or a total *******?  would I win an argument,  I am fascinated to make his aquantence over beer, where he may stare into space for awhile before asking a question, and that question is a question, and I pause, with nothing to say back, would we just go on like this?  asking arbitrary questions until one of us got drunk enough to leave?  I wonder

i'm waging wars against the pyramids, their heir of mysteriousness, I've got a little fascination with systems, with game plans, how concisely we actually grip to them?  I think its likely that the team runs deep, with the alpha is idolized, but anyways I'm waging war against the pyramids, I want to make fun of those who study them, Bah!! you brush and you brush and brush but do not fight!  I know I sound like a babbling brooke to you, but this is science we are talking here, What of science?  when a man studies language he is convinced that the societal representations of language are everywhere, and we cannot understand the  objective world.  Searle, or whatever, ******* men and their books, anyways, objective world, objectivity, me and my coffee.....

fever, fever hits you
when you least expect it
its there waiting for you
like a ******* puppy
in the middle of the street
and you follow it like a ******* sucker
lollipop, lollipop head
that's what you are
you are an obsession
just a walking obsession
the alcohol won't qualm it
and *** only exhaserbates it
conversations the only cure
and all your friends have flown out the door
you are left penniless, broken, endless
with train tracks running out your mouth
an infinite running track
that's what you are
that has the limitless amount of steam
needing to be blown off
and the drugs can't cure you
and the shrink will listen to you
and you'll feel better
till the man down the street
asks for a quarter
then you're back on the subway
staring off into that steam
that
fever
that everlasting
eternal
power

of wind

chill my sternum

make new friends come, and they make conversation pleasant, please let me be


vibrant

hesitant, chills, chilly, distant voices, calling

wild, wild, ways, of their habits, their songs, vibrato

core gutteral gashes at the spasm, reaching for a bit of relaxation, reaching for a bit of calm, perhaps of acceptance

people

nothing but with an added extra something, life is the whipping cream

flakey

but delicious


blown over a thousand times, over again, again

wanting, yearning, looking for answers, built up an array of

prejudice

devoid of feeling, over time, and craving new things

and days go by

Shooting counting, destroying stars, wanting to grab a hold of them, just in lit
d
filter myself, filter myself

just a child, trying to wear the cool sunglasses

wanting to wear the cool sunglasses

the look, the style, not of vanity, but of deep identity, cleanse me of this skin, what am I even made of?  

your shivering, let go, linens, linens

figures out for a few seconds, but they should all be floating, falling to the ground as little pass note slipper keepers, for the easy dreamers, cut from their wires, extending to reaching hands, just those eager souls dramatizing their everything, dramatizing the world, the love, the soul, the food, out to those ones, yeah yeah yeah yeah,

who I have to stick my neck out for, those those those, the most painful, to be a alive is to be animal, to be civil is to be human, but to be of passion is to be of hero, to be of hero is of inevitable loneliness

frazzled, what?  body in motion, can't quite find the right, what is that you said?  stumbling all over the house, what to wear, throw something on, throw on leather, to match you little pers-on-ality

write the feathers, whatever it takes, stimulation, the porch, banging my head against the door, WHAT!!! try try try! or don't try at all?  don't look out?  I'd like a few ******* answers,

Signed,
Muskrat