I'd like to live in my own fantasy land
Where people are alright to one another
The beer is always being poured
And the people dance often, dance often
And are naked, not envious
I'd like to live in my own fantasy land
Where you can buy a ticket and stand in line but the line only takes five minutes and the bouncer meets you at the door doesn't check your Id and let's you in for free
My own pretend place
Where the design is modern and the people aren't too domineering, instead organic and they don't test you and the children are cooperative
My own secret world
Where the trains only take you five minutes to reach your destination and on the way we read a bukowski poem and have discussion about it.
And there's no sense in repeating anything, because everything has already been said
In my pretend land
And we're up all night reading poems about mercy and about God
And the space in between
In this pretend land
There are men who are hungry but at least they are warm and they get the occasional good meal and they can make whatever art it is they want to make, or appreciate art

just keep writing little melodies
soft and sweet
and harsh and in between
fragrances smelled in the middle of the night
taking on their magic flow
dwindle and fall into what is
and make it work wonders all over the side of the wall
and drop ash into the discovery plate working framers framing cash
perhaps there was a fight?
don’t worry about that
just play through the jungle
working on masked critters
creating jellyfish with their new makers
shaking violently at the end of a new scene
and making worthy the shocking ending of beauty
and conjuring makeshift work on tranquilly
and understanding
letting the appreciated
be appreciated
and letting the disenfranchised
have a little piece of the pie
its all in measures
and its working just fine
letting people grow old together
alnd letting new ones know where to take it in
and deciding in the end
that it is all a catch
and the worthless dying speak to the worthless still
and the growing old must grow old quickly
and they preach their insanity
and then the man asks himself
Am I a platform for people to stand on?

In the light of the night
there is something to be discovered
and every little man dreaming it
wants it to be on the cover
let every *** be on the same plain
and let the people all see that people are equal
and they will work on what they need to work on
and there will be peace
and there will be peace
and drop in around like an unclaimed number
falling on toil of a lovely voice
that sings about idealism and how we are imagined
and anything sang can be sung possible


Oh we work everyday
to be a better person
but at the end of the day
we are one

oh we work everyday
to be a better person
but at the end of the day
we are one
we are one

oh we work everyday
to be a better person
but at the end of the day
we are one
we are one

to recite something
to let it be in your bones
to let it exist outside of yourself
to let it mulch to let it dwindle to let it begin
and to let it roll over
and to let it slip
and to let it die
and to let it roll around in a ditch
and to swim and scream and roundabout
and to control and to gag and to conquer
and to mistake and to make gate and to stand on the top of the curb
to be ahead of the game
to be moxy, merry, maybe just stay the same
imbicile working for a penny a day
while another man in the corner makes marmalade
I’m bouncing, happy, glamourous gratitude
going on around the stratosphere making my own career out of solitude
masked in a gag of reddened retina on display with buddah
large intensinal malfunction on the way towards the retina
the eye, the eye, the eye, the eye
and some may type as quickly as I
and I do dare to challenge them to a duel
as I will take them into the second round
away from it all, away from it all
and down the dark ages crawl, crawl, crawl
and make it work for others to do the draw, to do the draw, to do the draw
and make copies of music on top of another musical entrance music entrance music, entrance, music
make a case out of stereotypes and continue on your own way
inventive and invigorating and invested and afraid
loving and simplifying and hating the mystery
the beauty
the absolute majesty
keep me in check and keep me more for the moon
and I’ll go along to the race track with old hank
and swoon and swoon and swoon
ride the horses
on the way to nowhere
and they will glisten
in the evening sun
and lay out on their own
and lay out on their own
and become what has never been done
and become what has never been done
the ****** is full and perfect
and then the fall is back down
and laughter is part of the question
and it all goes down like that
boom, boom, boom boom
and then peace
easy thought process
a deep breath
growls
beautiful growls
and laughter

I spoke with a  poet yesterday
(I read poetry at this open brain and I was nervous out of my mind)
and both of us bombed so I went over to him while my girlfriend was talking with some other friends to say hello.  I told him good job even though I didn't really mean it, but I was bad too so I needed some company, anyway we talked about what poetry is and should be, and I got involved in this long pretentious conversation about art.  He asked me what magic is, and I said "Harry Potter" we both laughed.  His other point is that poetry should reveal some kind of truth, and I believed in the complete opposite.  I said poetry should be a way to escape, we laughed at our disagreement and then we drank to that.  That was the end of the conversation, but my point is this,

poems poems poems,
who reads these ****** things anyway?

I have lost a thousand poems
and I will lose a thousand more

I like to
rip
them
up

Delete, delete, delete
a creation, created
then destroyed
forever

Love to DO it
love to spit it
love to claw! to master *******
WAGGLE ON TOP OF IT
DO A ****** UP DANCE
THEN A SILLY ONE
boy do I love to taste the trickles of tantalizing treasures treating me nice
I love to swipe swipe swipe with my fingers
I could be a ******* court reporter
with these ****** hands
and does it feel good
to scream
ROAR
RIP
LET GO

not here, it is not here
there is a television set on, and I cannot think
all I wish to do
is find the place
where I can feel alright
I sit in the dark and write
I sit in the dark and write
and I'm about to take a tender leap of faith
I care to live, I've learned to love life, it is fascinating
but the silence isn't here
there's people talking at pubs
there's people talking at homes
there's people talking at street corners
there's people talking at restaurants
there's people talking outside, during a walk
nature is so loud, nature is very loud
the yoga studio features music, and breathing
and the subways feature announcements and opening and closing doors
I wish
for a silence
a crypt silence
an angel silence
a purgatory silence
a burning silence
a cloud silence

If I ever lose my sense of hearing
I will write poems about silence

and that silence
will be alright, alright, alright

and it was an effective
teaching tool
I also told her
to create, then to create another
and she did that too, and then
I put her picture on the wall
she was very happy

tonight I felt
what a real applause feeling like
I haven’t felt that
in a long time
and it feels good
man, it feels good
I don’t want to sleep
I want to enjoy this moment
for awhile

nothing here, but the page an paper
nothing here
but the page and paper
limitless limitless
reams
of pen and paper
let’s take a look at that for a second
why is it
that is wants to be that way?
why is it that it wants to be blank
let me show you
how it should be
let me show you
how it should be
and it goes like this

and it goes like that

and It goes like this

and it goes like that

I like to the move to the sound of movement
whispering in my ear
telling me to do things
telling me to take things
telling me to do things
telling me to take things
and I will take it
oh, it sound glorious!
let me take another glance at it

the moonbeams, the system

I sit here writing
from the top of somewhere
I do not know
what the future will bring
but I am what I am
and that is it
wherever you go, there you are
wherever you go, there you are
wherever you go, there you are?

wherever you go, there you are
it’s a conversation
that you need to be careful about
it’s a conversation
that you need to be careful about
and we walk around
the abyss
and we walk around the abyss
letting ouresleves fall into another
time frame, another mixture
another melody that is meant to be broken
defined only by beauty
beaututy in all of its factions
and they go away away away
sway sway sway sway
allay allay allay
I can be the person
who invents the typewriter instrument

I sit here writing
from the top of somewhere
I do not know
what the future will bring
but I am what I am
and that is it
wherever you go, there you are
wherever you go, there you are
wherever you go, there you are?

wherever you go, there you are
it’s a conversation
that you need to be careful about
it’s a conversation
that you need to be careful about
and we walk around
the abyss
and we walk around the abyss
letting ouresleves fall into another
time frame, another mixture
another melody that is meant to be broken
defined only by beauty
beaututy in all of its factions
and they go away away away
sway sway sway sway
allay allay allay
I can be the person
who invents the typewriter instrument
I can be the person
who invents the typewriter instrument

artistic development
and I'm learning just
what I'm good at
and people here
can watch me do
my latest
by I am just
a regular guy
trying to write
songs for other peoples
rhymes
I've made my way
throughout the process
I've tried this and that
but nothing seems to
work
I'm trying to
understand exactly
what it is
I'm going to do
I will eventually
end up with
something
nothing, hahhahahahhahhahahaa
I relax a bit
and I allow myself to sit upon the floor for a minute
I let myself
get into
a spiral
of confusions
but then I let
myself go back
to something that
I can contain
I don't care if
the people saw me
in the state
that I was
I am a
good person
and I try to live
what is told to me
because I understand
there is so much suffering going through the word
I'll do my best
when you explain
what you
are going through
I will
try
I will
try

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

something about shotgun poems
shot on hello poetry
put it all on the line
where I have a few seconds
to write something
from the gut
let it spray
then its done
and then the internet
takes its course
its pretty ******
cool
I think Hank
would have had helloofva time
with this game

so I'll sip my wine
and wait to pounce

Today started off with a  laugh
and mozart
and I'll tell you that it was funny, and it lasted the morning
the way she dances to him makes me live inside, sporadic and silly, and between us our youth makes us strong and vibrant
I have no secrets
for a second I wanted to say that I had a few
but the secrets have been
harboured
they don't matter to us anymore
in this particular love song
I sing it in the same tempo
as I always do
and some may search it in the search engine

but I bet that most won't
but that won't stop me from writing you a hundred more
until it fits just right

I'm dancing around stars, boo
I'm dancing in the moonlight

you like that line?
I thought you would

I'll take a break from writing
when the words are no longer coming
I'll shave my face, baby
when its time to become a member of society
but until then, I'll rise at 11:30 am
no shower
and mozart
with you singing along
and all the power in the world

you and me, silly
we're meant to be
meant to be
let me rephrase
I got you under my skin
let me imitate blue eyes for a moment
and may mine turn green
beauty is deep
and we've got each other to thank for that

and now I feel better, I laughed, but it was a healthy laugh
ilyse will bring me tea
now

I thank God
for the food tonight
the food tastes good
and I am good
I will be okay
because the food is there
the love is in my bed
and that is that

out of the clearing there is a feeling that there is a sense of importance, significance, discovery and thoughts, loss, lost

Elders love to bestow their bits of wisdom, constantly thrown about in a heap of dry vulgarity, coated with a candy normalcy, listening to their own ideology, go about your way, go about your way and we, youth are forced to listen and to agree or disagree and explain, and because disagreeing requires too much work and we are polite, we nod in agreement
but the elder doesn't realize they are taking something crucial from the youth , as they embark their little remarks, each one weighing heavily on the soul, weight like water on top of the tarmac, absolutely overwhelming

and the youth goes to bed and lays down and lets it all sink in and that is that, until one day they are older themselves and they go on purging everything before they leave themselves

It's a vicious cy le and in a lot of ways I'm glad it broke with my dad, who never told me how to live my life in any way

stories are told and are supposed to preach some kind of a lesson, but how many lessons do we really need?  How much before the levi breaks and it all spills over...I sit here and ponder

I ponder at a pub in astoria queens, drunk, realizing that I am doing a lot more listening than I thought previously, the bartenders joke about tips, while everyone else sits with their phones dreaming of new ways to live, drink drink drink to that.  Starry eyed, a worry, human, and breathing, just drinking drinking drinking, and thinking about this and that

I sit here and ponder
on the subway now
of stories that I've heard
with good guys and bad guys
and grey in between
and death hanging in the balance
between right and wrong


the ultimate punishment
Death

And I sit here
and ponder that
for a second
then I shrug
then look up at the people
minding their own
Friday evenings

I love this song, sing this song, I love this song, it goes like this, and then it goes like that, *** tat *** tat *** tat, and we wiggle to the beat and it goes so good yeah whatever it's cool catch you later, the 80's were my favorite era, david bowie and **** jagger singing in the street showing off their ***** Billy Idol smashes lalalalalal

THIS ONE

GOES OUT

TO THE  80's

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

go, go go, go go go go , go, need to let it go go go go go go go go, and it feels like a nice, easy thing to do, and it remains a nice, easy thing to do, and you need to see it through through through, ****, oh no, we did a whole chapter, ahead of us, we've written a chapter ahead!! what else is needed to be said?  INDIGO HERE WE GO go go go ahead ahead ahead, ink and ink and ink

AND IN

THE LIGHTEST TOUCH

THE SOFTEST NET

HE LETS IT SINK

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

the craving
to make it happen
to make it witness
to draw without measure
to eat all the time
to exist on the carousel
with holden caulfield
trying to look cool
and coming up
in the end
with the edge
again
isn't it
beautiful?

We put them
in a bad place
we put them
in a bad place

I ignored a man
before the storm
I ignored a man
before the storm

and I went out there
with my groceries in hand
and I went out there
with my groceries in hand

then I walked home
then I walked home

Young expectations
beginning at the age of three
and making their way
through the centuries
feeling self conscious about
something, and having a say
feeling in your gut
that it isn't going
to work out
the people that come through
to help you along
the people that come through
to help you
along
and they warp into a sense of
wanting, yearning, looking for endings
relaxed, relaxed, relaxed, relaxed
and finding it optional
whether its going to work out at all

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

Stuck inside
during a New York snowstorm
and the washing machine is humming
and the lady is singing
yeah, yeah, yeah things are
alright
and I'll sit here
and sip my coffee
and slip a klonopin
and I'll be
groovy
not a hippie.
literally, grooving

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...

I want     out of here
I’m a     caged man
and I want to be released
I want to be
free
I play you my little
note
and I write the little word
to express the
anger
yet      I am     stil l  l here
andI cannot escape_

I want to dance
I want to dance
I want to dance to something

that makes me feel good
that lets the night go strong
that lets things get out of hand
i want it to be wild
and I want there to be paint(((((((((((
splattered all over everything
and I will have
the purples, the reds, and the greens
I am ready to take on the pressure
I am ready to take out the load
here, show me, let it out me
let the outsources show more income than the in courses
and let the meal present itself such a way
that I will feast
and when it starts to wind down
when it starts to become something I can simmer in
it will be
done
/////////////

is not supposed to mean anything

it floats like a bubble

and then it pops

and there is

wonder

and then its

over

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
+++++++++++++++++++++++++
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
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
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

and I’m going along with my merry thoughts, wherever they may take me
and sometimes it leads to something profound, but most often
not anywhere at all, it goes this ways
and that
and it cannot be tracked, it runs around circus wheels, it plays with james dean as the devil, it runs with daniel day lewis into new personas, all the way, all the way, it deals with time tables, formed into absolute chaos, it begins with the forming of a new age and then eats itself and starts back inward again, it is a hypotuse, without any cameras, stuck in a gymnasium, with nothing but hand shakes that do not mean anything, its making it way through the barrakades of your interior, its reaching out to hammocks and outer branches, it is terrified that you are about the leap to the next chapter and never figure out what comes next.  I am the person to teach because I am the person who is also reluctant, but this would never fly with the school system.  It is calm, it is relentless.  It is beautifully neurotic in its own powers, she wants it she wants it she wants it and I gave it to her, the best way I could, the best way I could.  her body is so incredible, as it is, as it is, and I want it that way, lay me away, lay me away, lay me away,

darkened by the maddened bundle,

streaming on

streaming on

streaming on

Wherever they
may take me

I'm working on trying to maintain
a sense of tranquility
my diary
is filled with spontaneous arguments
and I am attempting to understand
just what makes it real
and at the beginning, it is mostly a reflection
on being an artist
but then later
it is something else
entirely
people come, people go
some grow young, some grow cold
Tom Petty
was a visionary

in a world where you share everything
is everything possible
or is none possible?
depends on who you ask
but people have their ways of making the decisions
whatever the outcome may be
they like to make their little posts
in a neat little package
posted for the world to take a look at
yeah, thats nice that
trick
and then they expect the masses to follow along
its a fun game and I like it
wherever your soundtrack may be headed
I encourage it
but I
seem to have heard one piece of advice
that was heard
in a dormatory room
I read it in a philosophy book
to find your citadel
away from everyone
where you can be your own ruler
and I think that I have that engrained
in my system

and boy
does it allow me
to see things
differently
from a calm place
things are real nice
from the place of jack johnson strums
on a beach somewhere
you remove yourself from it
and it goes like that
for a little while
and I’ll take it on, and I’ll continue like
that

I’m filled with pause with pleasure with sigh, sigh sigh, knowing

maybe nothing that will ever be cared about
maybe one little sliver somewhere that was created accidentally

misspelled misspellings

and the man said
in the deepest of voices
in the deepest of dismay
he asked me to keep looking for something
you haven’t found it quite yet, kid
but keep looking
its one hell of a
ride

I once thought that people were easy to please, I had intact a naivety, but now I see that people are even easier to please, and that my naivety is in fact a wisdom, and that wisdom is weightless, it dismisses everything and accepts love into its heart, and cradles it there, like a bear with its cub, yes, its a sweet thing

I once thought that I wasn’t capable of much anything, and I still think that sometimes, but then I remind myself that there are doers and don’ts, and the doers do while the don’ts talk about what the doers are doin, and thats just a cycle of productivity, and somewhere in the center is an easy rider, a guy on his motorcycle, with his hair blowing in the wind

hear a faint whisper
women walk by
and I feel
like a quiet man with
subtle mannerisms
even though I am truly
loud
I am a beast
with a roar, truly
I can let it out, fierce
And then it takes a hundred more years
to write something down worthwhile
and I am willing to wait, that, long

how much do I have to know
before I can write something down?

how much to I have to learn?
what does the university have to teach me?

what advice to I need to get from my uncle??
what article do I need to READ ON VICE
on what PRICE does the timing have to come through

and what method do I have to use
to make the right arrangement of flowers
in the vase??? what method do I need?

I swing myself around and dig through the ashes and look for alternative measures for more counting card brigades of clans and crusaders, teach me your blessings, and I will sit at the table and eye like a hawk, with shades on, the CLUE

give me yours and I’ll walk in a green

SUIT

wherever or whatever or for whatever reason, philosophize, come orignial, or not, ironically a mimic!  hear the cry of a raving lunatic? and he speaks some truth and his banter is a symbol of a species that needs to be watered?  where is the sense?  and the hatred, no not the hatred, the excess, the spoils, the soot, flows through the cracks in the clay ***

how many lessons?  
how many times?

how many guesses? play the power ball how  many

TICKETS
count them all, and **** around with advice

listen to Cuban, the man who flips businesses like burgers
listen to Cobain, who will sing his refrain take a drag of his cigarette and say something is great, in his particular way
listen to Christians, sing a long and live forever and that is Great, in their own particular way

questions
QUESTIONS
QUESTIONS
driving me mad, driving me to the absolute brink of insanity

and boy
is it

Delicious

little about last nights performance
I sang a song for the bartender
I said something like
tip your bartender
or something like that
it was cheesy
but I think the old guy appreciated it
he charged me less for my beers
when I left


But I did a few numbers
mingled with other artists
everyone was very respectful
and one artist said to me
"no disrespect or anything, but I wasn't paying attention during your set"
and he was genuine about it, he had long hair, kind of the last breed of new york beatnik
he was almost saying naumas day to me or something like that
and I responded,
"no its good for me, It makes me better when people aren't playing attention because it challenges me"

the look in his eyes was sincere, again
we didn't say anything to each other after that

Ben and I have plans
to put together a show
and we're gonna do a poetry set

I felt so guilty
for leaving early
the truth is I didn't feel like sitting through their set
I was tired and I had to wake up early for therapy
so I got up and started walking out
the bartender only charged me six bucks for two Guinness and a shot of whiskey
and I went back and grabbed my coat
and I was out of there
and took a cab home

I got invited to do a poetry reading
and I'm really excited about it
we're going to try to film the whole thing
I'm in my prime, I'm ready to take on the world
as I sit
in my apartment
and await the next chapter

You can read your book and it will tell you
how to
See
think before
Acting
You can read it
You can watch it on a screen
And it will let you be there
Before you
Act it
You can speak it ******
and you can hear it
Before you go
You can
Dig
And that's about
it

Then there's the Do
there's the Try
You've got he reason why
only between you and
God

and its inherent
it's bound between the reams
in the inflections
electirified
through the chords
and strings

Take it with
Your daily
Coffee
and whatever Pill
gets you through the day
and hey
I hope it works out
For you
Lessons
Perspectives
Changing

Like airport gates

Popping like bubbles

In a spring breeze

of everyday

isn't so bad

I don't really get bored
life is limitlessly fascinating

and there is always something to think about

and I read poetry on the trains
and sigh eternally
and theres a girl
who cares about me

I've got my whole life ahead of me

I feel weighed down by people telling me what to do
sometimes
but I guess I should take it as a sign of flattery
they see themselves in me

so I'll sing a few more of my set
(I have a set now, and it develops more each day)

and I feel alright
and alright
is alright
by
me

hangs in the clearing
of time
unstuck
as vonnegut would put it
I sometimes imagine that
and I
am born again

People keep nagging at your neck
to learn the questions that they have learned last
they bite and spit and take and grip
for what they need
and then they drink
because that is their motion, because life is
to pass on
and that is all there is
and ever will be

they need to tell you
what they is to be known
(in their mind, anyway
and then they give you
more and more
******
UGH
PEOPLE
they are parasites! truly they wander
and roach the needle into the skin and **** the life back and take what has been


wear the blazer
well
and be rid of all
that will be

wear the blazer well
and be rid of all
that will be

bee stings
bee buzzez
by your ear
electronically




UGH but the lines!!!!!
LINES LINES LINES


and sweat
running down your neck
and big smiles
too big
too big
too big

YOURE A TRAITOR
YOU”RE FINISHED With THERAPY
YOU NOBODY
YOU NEED TO SCEREAM????
SCREAM AT eVERYONE
AND MAKE IT COUNT
YOU MUNSTREL


you singer






singer

singer
singer



singer




singer





I want to hear





the scream


of the rhino


I bet it just makes **** noises






too much

grass

hunched, ready
out there in the field

rope, lassou, in the mildew

phrasseers on, I pass a wrench to a fellow comrade

READY

ON WITH IT

loaded and maddened with the birth of a new era

in the magazine moon beams

FINSIHS

FALL INTO THE POOL


THICK

in the underbrush

I’m SO READY

YOU HEAR ME!!?? SPEAK

I WAVE MY GENATALS AND FLY OVER THE CROWD

SCREAMING BORN INTO THIS

I”M THE MIMIC


OUT FOR IT I CRY

SWEEPING OVER YOUR MAJESTIES TOMB

AND OUT FLY THE FIRECRACKERS

its an outrageous scene of people
dressed in everything

taking off their

PRIDE> SKIN


THICK RIMMED GLASSES

UGLY PEOPLE
PREPEARE TO BE


in the EYES

of GAME

THE EARTH, THE BARK

IN THE CLIP

MOONBEAMS

FALL INTO THE POOL


SEE??? SEEE>>??????


SEEE????????


CLOWNIN AT MAJESTY
CLOWNIN AT MAJESTY
CLOWNIN AT MAJESTY
CLOWNIN AT MAJESTY

every once in awhile
something good comes out
I guess it takes
a few hundred
to do
that

Ha oh weee

swings

signs cries lovely voice you decide on that
shirt

yellow

my favorite

intricate

she wears

tank top
and she is well

filled out

to her

she

smiles at me

I uppity

ruppity

cafffeine

at a cafe

chocolate bars

paintings

nice hat
do you like it
I like that part
funny

hee hee

sunflower

for you!
for me:?}?????
yes!
ahh
smell!
okay
rolling in the blades of grass
ice cream afterwords
popsicle
itching your neck


Sunflower

SUNFLOWER SANG:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iM4gJiov5eo

The things add up in my day to make me feel
Repugnant, lousy, unable to exist around myself
I reach for whatever I can get my hands on
There's a hum to the subway that makes you feel at home after awhile
And I don't know what it is, but I still feel destiny calling me from years away
Something is beckoning towards me
And I'd like to reach out my hand and ****** it
And thus far, that has slipped through my fingertips
But I can try to forgive myself
And just continue on living
Breathing
Just like I've always
Done