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smoke rings
and bells do as well
and the lamb man's
got all the fleece
we are all gold in an egg-shaped sort of way
way on down the street

the good girl needs a bell
nevermind the ring
i ring my bells for that good girl's favor
ring your bell for the good girl's favor
the lamb man keeps his peace

Underhill
understanding
bells
toll now instead of ring
underhand and under thumb
under-way the lambs run
up and down the street

the wind blows through the leaves
leaving traces of where it's been
it's been down collecting lambs again
dew-run
up and down
the street

wash your wool
for the lamb man's leaving
wash your hands
he's gone
wash your hair
for the lillies blooming
blooming all along
all along
the street
long conversation with my brothers
in the midst of my late-middle years
i still discover them
we
us and
each other
and my original motive
for loving

leaves me smiling
to myself
full of that
which neither needs nor harbours
any motive
get yer *** up
make a decision

i guess
*** is retribution
hey, new waitress queen
now you are famous
with your cab driver

lack of integrity is:
not a solution to
problem inner child running
from the shoes
You use
to run in
hmm?
Making the best of a rotten situation
When the going gets hot
Don't go away I'm on fire
Self immolation drills
Paying off in spades and thrills
I Like walking with you
Seems you're a real bad mime

Fill the earth
Full of filth
Fill bags and boxes
Full of death
New world burning
light up the sky
Push it on back
Demolish
Destroy

When's it end?
Never so far
Forever free or imprisoned in
Black space and stars
Returning forever
Remember the wheel
And this house full of monkeys

Where
The forgetting
Is a lie
And escape is laughable
Stuck here and out of gas
Like a dead-letter postcard to ourselves
Dated and sent from some parlour-trick fantasy future
Where the switch-up is almost like dying

Do your best to remember
This day
When the new morning calls
It's the one thing we can do for Ourselves
One another
For us all
Crackers
said formica jimmy.
K-tap drives.
Yoppa-g and the new magician
Take their act to the streets.
Practice.

Boofer dan drives
Wheezer to get
Yog and young Boat,
His two younger brothers
Wheezer looks
As if he'd always known
The middle names
By the ocean
South of Santa Cruz
Lighted approximation
Some 80's live summer tour
Dancing hippies in the dark
Parking lot

Wheel ocean and breezes  
the moon up
Real and easy
For the first time
Since my troubled
But miraculous arrival
Pretend it's just for me

Quite-undone-indeed
With chocolate thoughts
As Spicy peanuts
Takes up with that cool kitten
***** blueberry lime-ade
There's enough to get us through the rest of our days

See them get Along smiling
Talking nodding
The road ahead always steering them toward
Each other's always
Due to the belief of everyone
And in that
always

Hiccup in the willow
Breathe sweet fragrance
Laying yoppa g down
And wheezer
Eyes half closed
Cheek to the cold
And comfortable
Hands down and holding

Isotopic stasis binder
Always in solution
Traveling the trade routes
Casting out their demons
Working the miracle
Alchemists of  singular expressions of always

It is not going away
It is always
Yoppa g speaks it written
While the three of them
Think it known and agree
Only the solution works
As in a vehicle of faith
An engine of creation
just getting around
from going downtown
which is like saying
something under my breath
about sticks

i cook every night
and check in with the ladies (all houseplants and wallflowers)
touch is spaghetti
and hugs and pockets full of guitar
picks

raspy whisper a slim chance
singing
beat it or carry the tune
do the dishes that are in the sink
all of this
now I'm sick

take the keys
take the reigns
get some ****
take the blame
do whatever it is you think
of next
for your next trick

tricky is as tricky does
but it only works this once
once around is good enough
good enough
to kick
around
But tough

around here
i sleep when i can't stay awake
i eat when i am hungry
I love because
I was made in the image of
Chimeric and illusory
My vision a child
Eyes full of wonder
Hope is like light
In the dark of possibility

Begging from fates
Befriended by muses
Lips gone cold early
Strangers sleep in my bed

Seeing behind
Is a trick and no magic
Belief is a construct
Alone in our minds

Demons rage and rotate
From pole to pole to pole
Further destroying the field
Laying me bare to the sun

Where all of my doubts
Become memory's bad dreams
And morning reveals that I'm usually still
Quiet
Alone
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