There is a robot in my pocket,
it's smart enough to design rockets,
but just gives the forecast,
and knows all about my past,
it even works with no socket.

THEN the morning was a long way to reach you, I wrote with ashes the wounds in music as if god MOVED in the grass.

I am
naked
in my thought

Safe
within my room
nestled and cocooned
I touch no one and no one
touches me

I am poet
Words barred and leveraged
for all soiled souls
who are possessed

For who finds faith
in word
without light
while searching
in the dark

When the wind gets all Omen like
When Gregory Peck
Takes Lee  Remick
For his wife
Then the jackels
Offer an way out
David Warner
Takes the lead
Until
He gets his head cut off
And the press proclaim that
That was
The video nasty
Funny
Till we
Go all normioplasty.