Season
Surrender
Fall into
The blender
Become now
My liquid
Consume me
My sweetness
Keep licking
My feet, miss
Then stop now.
Surrender
Fall into
My blender
I spin you
Pretender
Make you a
Contender
Your fight now
My fight now
I win, it's
Alright now
You'd rather
Start fighting
And try to
Touch lightning
Then sit in
The bleachers
Not losing
Not winning
Forgetting
The spinning
And wasting
The season

Poet
Rock star
Animal
General
Spaceman

Thank you, thank you very much

It ain't easy...
Transponding...
Transfixing...
Trance...

What will those geese do when I see them again?
Will they still look at me as the tiger?
I sang to them.
What do they think I'm Leonard Cohen now,
Just because I sang Like a Bird?
What they should know is I ain't no tiger,
They're gonna have to go farther up the food chain.
I could **** a goose.
I could massacre their whole clan before lunchtime.
And now I just sit in my bedroom as the sun rises behind walls of thick cloud...
And they honk.
Maybe they're bored...
They ought to be calling reinforcements.
I would probably never hurt a goose.
Most likely not.

It's like a gas motor
A string that you keep pulling
Until you are frustrated
And then you stop pulling
You stop for a second
Put hands on knees
Clear out your head
Say OK this time
And then you pull
So ******* hard
The string comes right off
And you say **** this ****
I didn't want to mow anyway.

I looked for footing and kicked pebbles away and tried to get just close enough so I could clear the edge.
It wasn't working because its scary
To think of dying while peeing.
I knew what to do to free a hand and get more comfortable.
I climbed back up the shingled ***** away from the edge.
I took off my sweatpants.
I took off my Grateful Dead shirt.
I was naked.

I went back down to the edge, feeling like a fishin the sea.
Now soon enough the stream it came.
White gold drops spattered on the roof and stopped.
I knew I had to clear the roof or else what was the point.
I put out a second shine line but still missed the mark.
Then, a car alarm goes off.
Good thing I'm not the nervous type.
Alright, third time's the charm and it was!
I cleared the edge,
Cascading crystals sped to the ground to explode in a patter.

Now naked, still, I write and feel the warm sunlight.

Need all my focus now.
Need both hands now.
  No more reading now.
   No more writing now.
    Hope I don't die now.
     Would be stupid way to go...

I stand up and slowly, ever slowly, move toward the edge.
One or two steps per half or quarter minute.
When I reach the edge a golden stream will hit the ground.
Behind that tree, the sun mimicks me.