Its the afternoon, and its still, I pick a few golden dandelions, because they are yellow, for you

I think too hard when I try to write for you, I want to be perfect

I think that my back aches and my mind is sore, but valentines day is wonderful

love is beautiful, and it is everywhere

you are the string of violin rolling through a pleasant gathering, a drum circle, whisking in the background and coating the fibre with rich resin

babe you are a peacemaker, make kings and vagabonds believe the very best

you laugh like elton john, carefree, with eyes up, bashful

Ilyse your name is unique and and so is your quality, keep on with me


love, seany

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

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

gone amidst your brilliance, wherever I can feel you...
wishing you the best, since I can't always grapple with your success
shrill and forceful, yet sleek, let me swim

for you, I shimmer, make ends meet again

signed,
Muskrat

For the birds

I hear you

a very particular twinkle, in the throat, up through the tongue

the chirp at the rooftops, in an atmpophere, for whatever reason, we're not sure,
for mating?  for...soul?  there are many songs I know

you stop for the silence, the beat is the wind, and you float with it, I hear the surround support, the bass in the fibre, the placement, surrounding the gates, the water fountain isn't working, it listens as well, it is rusting

for the birds, I hear your words

When they
Are dancing
Like that
They inspire fun
And the adults
Encourage each other
To dance along
And some do for a second
Then laugh at themselves
We are kids again
Serve the ice cream
Then clean up the mess

with me

in my haunted fantasy ;)

frame it all
with me

in my haunted fantasy

lala la la la

*kicks can

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

frame all of them, in my haunted fantasy

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

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


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

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

FRAME IT ALL, FRAME IT ALL, FRAME IT ALL

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

what for?  rambling peasants trying to let out a fury, fumbling with their sentences, letting their indulgences take over after grueling hours taking orders, what for?  A sacrifice for a kind of freedom?  what kind of freedom?  what am I seeking exactly?  You're questions are too many, your judgments multiply and snowball, stick together like monkeys in the barrel, you are chaotic, and I am fragile, what gives, why do I do this?

****, ****


diapers

So I can sigh eternally,

I'll give you a few

why are we afraid of our own poo?

blah blah *******

I think I might have scared her away

somehow, and this is sitting in my stomach, won't digest, hurting

aching, like a coldplay song, extends through the bars, leading me to...bars

****, ****, this and that

afraid of ******* something good up, always afraid of that

like my life is a tender, gentle fabric, of brilliance, and my hands are hole punchers, synths, sythers, synthesizers out of key, constantly playing the wrong melody

and I have to repair every day, the wrong way

and nobody minds, its good and its fine

its all in my head?

or was it something I said?

do you strike me?  yes?


In the best moments"??? yeS??? of course you do

yes yes yes, good

alright

glossy freedom?  yeah, okay, cool like toothpaste, fresh like green apples cmon

glossy?  popular, wonderful, love it, dance, dance, dance


glide?  go at at, go with it, take a stab at it stomp at it, sit with it, sit on the high note, take off the high pressure, add it a bit of mid

glossy froeedom?  You got me, slip

oh liberty,! oh freedom , let me be at your expense, I am dying to get to know you, I am only getting started, I am only getting comfortable, not even the age of the **** of the joke on friends, not even there yet, not even there, still young, still full of life, still full of whatever I need to be!  still full of pos a bil a ty, separated out and its a hopscotch word, a bit up surd, lovers met around the chocolate fountain possessing their fate, and I possess my fate with a keyboard, keys and musical keys, working with the fingers, a knack for songs, good memory

God, I live in a palace!  God, he is not dead, he is relocated, he's weaving through the music, satanitc verses are met with heavenly melodies and hes meant for it, cherish it, whose got the better of me?  

no no  no, you’re up for surrender to his power, you’ve fathomed it, talked about it, debated it in your silly little politics course, you’re meant for this discussion, it is what you were born for, out of the foul mouthed, out of the obscene, the gestures are hidden, their in between every phrase, uttered out at a key, uttered out over a particular suit and tie and way of being

Surge surge surge!  its meant for it!!!

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

The will to be somewhere, right when you feel you are at your most joyous moments, dissipates because you want to preserve your moments of comforts.  The message is good, should get more messages.  This coffee is nice, could use more cream.  Taste is tantalizing, comfort works in tandem with fear.  victim, silenced refugee living out his last days, whatever you want to call it, abstraction, necessity driving behaviors

behaviors fascinate me, probably because fears fascinate me.  I am very interested in the relationship between passion and reason, I have a few ideas, and I wrote a paper called Halloween Logic, in which I explored the relationship, but to philosophize is ****, its useless, but stoics do because their presence demands it.  Take my word for it

Do you go to get a coffee because your body and mind craves coffee, or do you go to get coffee because you want to stay awake?  do you go to get coffee because coffee tastes good?  do you go to get coffee to relax in a cafe?  Do you need coffee to read the news?  Do you like it with cream?  sugar?  brown or regular?  splenda?  

Or do you get coffee because you are afraid of being uncomfortable.  comfort fascinates me, because we are a culture obsessed with it, comfort comfort comfort, what does it truly mean to be comfortable?  to have the right set of circumstances in a particular moment in order to get the most out of enjoyment?  is comfort a habit, a function of the brain which we do not entirely understand?  

To a philosopher, behaviors are driven by fear, I go to get the coffee because I am afraid of the consequences of not getting a coffee; I am afraid of being uncomfortable.  because comfort is...everything...to a human, to a human who knows surplus, who knows taste, who believes one cup of espresso is better than a standard cup of black, taste drives the desire for comfort, and we behave to be more comfortable, and we behave because we are fearful of the consequences of not behaving


So would you like room for cream?

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


oh life, you curious thing

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

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

NOPE

BAHAHHAHAHA

junior guards granting a mission to mars

penelope singing sweetly with michalel jackson, creepily cranking out smooth criminal with howling wolf,

mothers bathing their babies in brookes, blessed and stressed and bothered by the milkman

brandy brought in by buccaneers seeps quickly and sours stale tempers

beautiful bodies blanking when naked and with no lighting

coffee stains adding character to create extra bold whiteness for optimists

lovers kissing kindly and collecting each others debts of brokenness

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

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

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

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

the cloggers and their' share of dignified dirt,

t'nite, attach the ravens favorite food

and it comes it like species to sugar

to open water

jesting at the marble staircases, approach the first, the second, the third, with some sort of head held high, with a body painted head to toe, holding a stiff upper lip, raised brow, this is what you came for, this is what you planned all along, to dance the ***** dance across the sacred, to leave some kind of art, the ancient art, all over the constitution, marbles in molasses, forever more making music for the horror villains, who haunt for redemption, who haunt for their pride,

and the point of the story is to be reunited, twisted, as the village burns the people become more and more suspicious, too many stories, the superstitions, spawn across a canvas, held high at talks with tall chairs, tall chairs, the tallest chairs, and microphones, and everyone is a cowboy

who is haunt, and who pales, who feels the repercussions of curse?  of cameras flying overhead, something new to be found or said, practicing this and that, entitled to the wild, entitled to the flesh of story, running so deep in the veins, santa clause wearing a veil and his green eyes suddenly turn him a troll, his sleigh lead by dreadful red

its a circus, my friends, and I long to think myself a ring leader, with a whimsical voice of Shakespeare, longevity, to live forever, while the haunts pluck out their tunes on their strings made from cowhide that brings about the pale, pale moon, sinking teeth into fish, and finishing with a gist, a clever remark, that forgiveness is good but not a given, finish with flesh, the cowboys make their music, and the haunting continues

on and on and on

I've heard of fools who believe in a place like heaven where the paint dries itself and its warm and pleasant, I've heard of their books and how they pass on looks to those in need of gasoline at stations and believe their hands clean, frame their pictures and love everything. I've heard of those fools, and I've seen their forevers, on countertops, sleeping off the dust in the eye, forever thinking through forevers, with a presense.

and everyday they wipe themselves clean, and that's alright with me

I've heard of fools who believe in a place like heaven where the paint dries itself and its warm and pleasant, I've heard of their books and how they pass on looks to their kids, give to those in need at gasoline stations and believe their hands are clean, frame their pictures and love everything. I've heard of those fools, and I've seen their forevers, crushed and spread over countertops, sleeping off the dust in the eye, forever thinking through forevers, with a magnificent presence.



and everyday they wipe themselves clean, science goes only so far, and then there is God, those fools make sense to me

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.....

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

hmmmmm


rooftops lights on in the house, hm, the over arching, the branches reaching, plants lampshades, tanbark and grass, hmmm deserves to be named, hmm, in the background a rake,  a call, response, ohh, of shallow breath, not wanting to break the moment, the bike, parked on its side, ready for a ride, laughing at the mistakes, laughing at the wrong, everything has fallen into place, into lap, where it can be pet like a cat, hmmmmm, inside, the light, inside, the light, no pantries opening, in the distance a call, a response, the rake, the rake, the sounds spin into the silence like a slender yo yo, wooden, craft, roll back, roll back

..coherent and available,

it has bounds and beauty and florance mist.


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

how this should be so,

how  I wish it were, as stoic as this fountain

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

and I insist, that this one will evolve

alone with the page
and it is very relaxing
to exist in this way
alone
with the page,
and the space is clear for singing
but I don’t want much noise
just silence
when work is over
music would be too intrusive
no, just silence,
for the moment
please

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

no question.


things are starting to feel better because I can let the hours pass by

bring on September

what should I do with my life

not worry so much

I laughed, he laughed

he's in a rental car, he'll call me right back

start doing it

okay

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

but I feel i've been cursed with seriousness

I watch jerry seinfeld,I think he is like a machine gun with his jokes, they fire

I watch grimes do her music video, I have watched it many times, it's brilliant in the background


modern, post modern, post post modern, post post post modern, end, the end, of the end, the morning, the beginning, unmodern, self-serving Ironcically, modern again, linear progression, circular progression,

swiss cheese.  

That's supposed to be a joke, but it isn't funny
why?  because I do not posesss that talent

or perhaps in seriousness I am the funniest person in the world

jerry told a joke about men believing they are super heroes in their own lives

I laughed, and I laughed, and I laughed

but now the joke is over and I am serious again

time, wine, time, wine,

I had an enlightenment, but then it wore off, like a drug wears off


just time, this time

I think I'll sing instead
and shower
and look my best
and have a beer
and play a game, my video game
maybe I'll go down the block and buy myself a new jacket
because it is my birthday tomorrow
so, **** it

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 ******

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

I resent like a balding man loses his toupee


scalding hot coffee *** just missing the lap

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

you give a little, you get a little,

that statement is a lie, I will not listen anymore

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

ousted, laughed at, pigeon holed, left to introspection

left to meal, movie

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

and I get weaker, I resent, I resent

the backlights next to the large bottles of forget

and they are appealing on the surface

but behind them there is dust

fleeting, window surfing, window shopping

judgments quickly make you stuffed

you think you got it all figured out

but then you're left in the white room with your dark pencil, again

scribbling frustrations, oh the strategies never end

is it the chase?  the chase can be fun

is it fun?  the fun can be dangerous

is it the danger?  Perhaps

flip a coin, you win one

flip it twice, win twice,

flip it three times, and the chase is fixation

banging pots and pans together, tin  to block out the noise

the coins, the metal, seeping into the skin,

wash the hands, start all over again

just for tonight
hold me tight
I'll expel, I shiver, my legs, my hat falls off the bed
one more cry, tonight, one more, tug at collar
begging, please

one more cry, tonight

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