and simple as that,
even a poet could not resist
an orange peel
the smoke from a hundred chimneys
and the rain from a thousand storm-clouds,
a city made of iron and brick
were we fooling ourselves to begin with?
and what's to be done next?
simple as that,
and this twist?
(an elevator that goes to the moon
is even more irrisitable
to a fainted heart novelist)
ahh, a crafters fortune and vision
a grip on a tether ball, a step on a tight rope walker
falling forever into city
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,
I went through a length where I did not write,
I feel like how some poets feel, when they really feel they don't belong anwyhere
Charles Bukowski would say, "like your jacket, have a cigar"
and dylan would earnestly, yet directly ask "how does it feel"
and I'd probaby land on top of keroacs dusty hotel room, listening to bluetooth jazz
reciting allen ginsburg at the northwest point. yeah.
lay a ray,
lay a ray,
lay a ray
I like to drift aobut the oprah show
with my laptop open, sipping bourbon, it smokes my eyes
and stings my tounge
I like to drift about like this,
I like it when the benches to the barstool are sepraated by groups of three
and I like itwhen the tender leans towards my direction
I like the laptop open in a giant kazooo, in an inredibly modest church
I like the laptop open while I'm searching for pens and pencils
while I'm picking roses
Iwhile I am farting
I like the laptop open because I am flawless,
I am capable of being an inticate wirter,
I have the happensatance on happenstance,
nd lecture to the gods that made wine and whiskey decent,,
so I'll sar face, and tell you that I will dissolveinto a bottole of decent phd balanced wtaer...
you are amiliar with thoseairpborre [ils? yeah thats's thow I go,,
I dissovlvejust just like a hellbent sailor, and a hellbent sailor ispnetjhat smils sand glssensup the deck
and isdefinitel inthe crowsnest
its starting to feel better,
the days are warmer and the initial pressure of summer fun
is dissipating, everyone has that bikini day in mind...
especially young people, but everyone.
and there's supposed to be a song for the summer, too.
I didn't hear any, however I am sure there is one hiding somewhere
crafted by a team of usual people...
what feels better is the heat,
its hot, that kind of hot where it's definitely hot
things are starting to feel better because I can let the hours pass by
bring on September
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