I saw a six-year-old girl turn
foothills into rainbows
Anything can happen

When will my work be noteworthy?
Noteworthy... Oh honey please,
spare me the *******

She’s yours for a song
So little to ask
She’ll offer you smiles made
Of paper and glass
She’s yours for a song
Too perfect to miss
All she is charging is
Two bars of one kiss

Mix equal parts of kale and ***** in a blender.
Pour over ice.

The best and worse drink at the same time.

Midsummer --
I walk about with my staff.
Old farmers spot me
And call me over for a drink.
We sit in the fields
using leaves for plates.
Pleasantly drunk and so happy
I drift off peacefully
Sprawled out on a paddy bank.

I got drunk with a kiosk, we made beautiful music. With styrofoam cups & plastic utensils.
We became one, over salt & sugar packs.

Getting out of your car
Thighs stuck to the leather seats
and to some pretty girl
Grab bags
grab phone
Grab your bestfriend and hold her tighter than a new mother holds an infant
walk slowly on the asphalt to the apartment doors
have some shirtless guy run out of the door
looking for alcohol
like bees look for pollen
walk up the rusting grate stairs, two at a time
hear the white noise of your friend talking
nod and smile
enter the dimly florescent hallway and hear restless chatter
see the blood stain on the wall
open the door

and thats where I leave you

"Just as each snowflake is unique, so is each person. Your primary purpose in life is to experience life from one individual, unique point of view. You are an expression of Infinite Being as it experiences itself from all possible viewpoints." ~ Owen Waters