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

behaving like a ******* salesmen, behaving like a godcam salesman, the best one in town, who has no wonder where to run to, who is exhausting his best supply, who asks just the right amount of questions, wondering why wondering why, with questions and with answers, midght, ******* dancers, thanks kid rock, for your contribution to my confidence

I’m doing  it on purpose
how does a person sound rational im person
but completely insane on paper
I’ve managed to pull it off

one more, one more menacing figure

poetic or of that of fury

working or of that of majesty, of something higher up that of which I have no doing

of sleeping or of waking, looking up at the jungle and wondering where the water is coming from

Poem Poem Poem

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LIES LIES LIES LIES!!!

****

Who am I?  


I can't figure it out, my self changes every day,

****

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

please please please please oh **** oh ****

of anticipation, wishing, not anticipation, wishing instead... very deep wishing, like a wish for santa clause,  even deeper than that, like a wish for a grow spurt, like a wish for power

please please please let that work, let that car go the way it will, let the music be cheerful, let them be sincere, yes yes yes, let life be alright, let it linger , let go let go, please please  please

to wish to a higher power, to wish to chaos, to wish to chaos, while chaos may be a theory that is appealing, dice still have their edges, and dots still count to numbers, language, of taste taste taste.....

having prayers, daydreams, where is the next one going to come from?  limitless ramblings?  limitless, endless digging, no sir you sit here, yes you here,

god this is awful, only a wish for stability, lithium let yourself be free1!!!

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

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

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

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.....

poem

****, ****


diapers

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

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o6XLEGu6gvI&feature;=youtu.be

YEHEEEEEEE

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

I promise you, your poetry *****


signed,

The Muskrat

I'm the muskrat
Hairy, hazy, crazy, rat tailed
Pretty coat
I'm a rodent, a little flea, a pesky, petty problem, what you gone do about me?

I'm the muskrat, the mouse who flossed his teeth, fat when necessary

Far fetched and reaching, digs fast, burrowing, the scrat, the muskrat, low, low voiced, low creeping, smokey scrat ain't good for crap, the muskrat,

Breath Jim bean and smoke green, tell bad jokes just to be mean

Grrr urrnn, grrr urrnn raunchy, metal and eggs in the morning , coffee with cream, conditioned, spitting and ******

The muskrat

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

Everyones poetry is boring

write better poems

I'm the best

once more messages of fury, eyes in blinking disaster, forming at the ops, their eyes are rfixated at an angle, your demise is near, people walking and ******* and loving and spitting and droning and sounding...sounding sounding sounding, sound like lots like lanters of disease corrupting to poor insects just trying to get their ******* buzz!!  may I forgive?/ may I devieve? who are they, and what are they made of?  yohy dpn/t know what it means to exist, your are in with what consists, you have he gears and the correct melody to the correct tune, you follow about you let the little rubber in the wheels drives themselves to eternity, you pull your **** spike out of the fire, you knew it all along and you let your hair down, the morals were hidden in the messages all along, its a great little conspiracy of little significance yet something you've been trying to figure out all your life

BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH


KITTENS!!!!

BLAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAH

sCRAP WORK *******!!!!!
HAHAHAHJAHHAHAHJAHAHAHJ



BLAH BLAHB AHALDJFAKDFJADFKJAKDFJADKFJA

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

embrace is surrender, vulnerability is social, break down in hysteria in moments of genuine embrace, emotion is a paradox

I am the neutral being
self delusion- through new lenses I a mmmm seeeingngnggI will fooatttttt
through the night to fiiiiind a new light, a new person, another revealing

DUM DUM yeeee, I want to sing this right now

Ride!!!!! What's here where am I going oh man cheer for all those biking yes yes yes oh yes!  Held my head up, and working legs kicking tight and free release done done done stop for coffee but not to drink but just to have, to think in, let me ride my cruiser to my death

I love being weird!  I do zig zags, Rush through Main Street!! Lightning yes yes yes take me there!  All body, liberation salvation!  Oh numbness of spirit!  Looking up and hearing voices, I am of stone!   Yes!!!

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

the keystone walls melting on on its of gold, taking their glistening edges, spreading all over, the foxes dipping in their hands in the outrage chase, dodging the bulders, putting down the poison that looks like the puddy, passing on the next seed, ears perked up, hunger and pity in the eyes, jesus I speak then I speak too quickly then I don’t speak quickly enough, wanting a few words to help me get through, but find that the words fall then the predictable precedents I’ve set for myself come back in a rush, and those who I at once thought were on my side have been injested, and I have become bigger, and even more confused.  The swag is definite, and I have a few directions, then I pull ojn the tabs and suddenly I’m back with some of my pals, hey arnold preaching his word, his riches heir, poetry and padding patty and curly, punching me in the gut, great little suite in a little niche, its the life, what do I compare the next thing to, the abstract seems even more real than any joke falling on an audience, with a dead face that gets a chuckle and the band falls on the downbeat, a dance to distract from the lack of content

where am I coming from?  Complete utter confusion, questions upon questions, leading me with no prejudice, missing the sweetness of pre-judgment, how it helped me get through days and dismiss, where is jesus?  I’m lucifer, pesticide and bourbon and swanky classes sketching hateful remarks into the desk ******* off professor clawson, sent to the office of vice principal dawson, not the alpha but the cronie who worships, trouble with no proper attention, tar with no high, get used to the asphalt,

sometimes it is easier to laugh, and other times, its weeping, its complete falling down the waterfall, sailing on a little leaf , next to rats who eat my body, make commercials for cheeses, they have the hunger in their eyes and their pick their teeth with toothicks, hang back with their bellies full and watch the stars overhead, triumphant and warm, rats, clean as can be, straight out of a disney movie, their coats distinctive from one another, scampering down the way, always looking for realism, jealousy isn’t an issue, envy is motivation.  Ever lasting life.  hellish little rodents, swine, but honest.

can I lick the fabric, the flypaper, and hope that my tounge won’t dissolve?  crushing it with my fist, its something new, and I don’t understand that.  How do things tell stories?  Why do I continue to feel moral, even in the face of the most liberating hell, that speaks true to my rattling bones, what is the string on top of my head that levitates me towards the heavens, forcing me to believe, to give my body to it, to starve for it, to throw it upon gears, singing gospel and hating the lie churning in my gut, why do I repent when I know a closeted sinner is blessed as well

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

he's out there searching, a distance from my backyard, licking his paws, bathing his plush fur, he is of desire, I know him well, he is with Howlin wolf and they chain-smoke and laugh over bourbon together, he speaks in my ear and


rattle

****, I don't know what to do about it
at one moment, it is in my grasp
and the next it escapes me
I get lost again, waking up from some sort of high class dream
left again with the coffee, the quesadilla, worries worries worries
trying to just take it day at a time,
when you wake up in a fury you feel like the world has already left for the station
My center lost, now nothing  to do but to read the news, ask the questions

Falling with shoe laces undone,
Only whispers, the quietness amidst grandiosity, majesty life beyond me
The tragedy is, I am melancholy, the family
Who don't know quiet, they judge often, they
Need control over each other, competition is so powerful
No silence, so love cannot grow, it is cheapened by talk, talking, exhchange,  The children crave approval
The parents crave limitless pride,
Everyone is disappointed, the gift merits more control
The mountain is not of character, rather it is God, only understood
Amidst the silence

I can feel the poem in my forehead

Stop editing, pull it out of you

Ermine dire Sanctus, Jesus burning in cackling solidarity tainted , save me, I surrender, take it, tear off the sarcasm, show me your light, your beauty
Too intense for the public, only known in silence, the majesty of great nature, the objective world, the spirit of chaos, ******* and spitting, unwrapping, giggling, *******, *******, sizing, ughhh putrid ugly hierarchical idiocy act, urching and lurching felt so secretly, brutality, eating its way out of the stocking, crispy toffee, Buddhist books that will never be read, shaving kids, raging!  Hurting, false gratitude, let it out!  Romping, stomping, groping for lustrous pious godless lurch, ****** through my pallet, based on experience, wreaking, cleansing

Electronic sound waves smoking up my mind, possessed by my rattling bones, dropped to the tip of eternity, releasing the day, rung up in memories, like a soaked up rag hanging from the top of the shower, possessed with potential energy, stagnant and wasting, growing weeds, a whatever a what is this, said one thing name another and then hop scotch rock over myself, putting little pebbles in he sand so I know how I get back, reserved freedom, over-dressed for the beach carrying a load, in five places at once, suspense thrillers building to their ******

I try
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to fit in
I wear a
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finish and I
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I like it hwnejafjajdfjdjafjdjajfjdjafjj

yoou'reecepetiionallll I rate my self a 10
I AM NNONFOOOOO I AM LACED WITH SALVIA TRIPPING SUICIDE

that's great!  remember, Progress, not perfection

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

I"m crazy and I'll listen to your **** too, lets howl

HOOWWLLLLLL at the moon

Ginsberg was alight,, we can beat him at his game

Keroac is like...jesus, but he wouldn't mind

Dean just drives.  HA.  I'm gonna go get some Gan Ja nows peace

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?

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 ****

sometimes it is easier to laugh, and other times, its weeping, its complete falling down the waterfall, sailing on a little leaf , next to rats who eat my body, make commercials for cheeses, they have the hunger in their eyes and their pick their teeth with toothicks, hang back with their bellies full and watch the stars overhead, triumphant and warm, rats,coated in ****, content as can be, straight out of a disney movie, their coats distinctive from one another, scampering down the way, always looking for realism, jealousy isn’t an issue, envy is motivation. Ever lasting life. hellish little rodents, swine, but honest.
can I lick the fabric, the flypaper, and hope that my tounge won’t dissolve? crushing it with my fist, its something new, and I don’t understand that. How do things tell stories? Why do I continue to feel moral, even in the face of the most liberating hell, that speaks true to my rattling bones, what is the string on top of my head that levitates me towards the heavens, forcing me to believe, to give my body to it, to starve for it, to throw it upon gears, singing gospel and hating the lie churning in my gut, why do I repent when I know a closeted sinner is blessed as well

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...

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

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?

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, !

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!

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

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...

too human, too breathing
too efficient with language, with money
too sincere, too careful and humble
too aggressive, hold back
needs more tone on the upper note, create dissonance on the left and right side
more hot sauce
just a bit louder, cooler, warmer
too sitting, too long, face towards the window, wondering, planning
too conscious, ungrateful
yearing, looking for endings
irony, funny, witty, comparisons
don’t compare yourself to others
but listen to the life lessons of your elders
and be like them? better than them?
hug your mother, drive the car
enjoy the sunshine, the music, the freeway
deep breaths, sighs, oh yeah
here I am, again