Thinking of you
Shapeless
Serene

So under under they clapped like thunder.
Rolled it over and dove around.
Picked up love and held it till it broke and splashed on their heads with a
           soft wet sound.
Drenched in jelly oozing warmth they licked their lips and spanked the
           season unforgiveness not forgotten they mash their fists til winter
           knows their name.
"Dread us winter take what's coming you're on time-out til we're famous
            not ambitious never stressing eat your veggies and blow your
            storm.
But not here no we're the North and you've been dried up stop your crying
            have fun south now count your blessings we'll talk later if you're
            game."
We've got dancing, we've got sunshine, drenched in jelly all the same.
Lick our lips cause we're relaxing how's it taste like raspberry chocolate?
They're not happy we'll be for them just like jelly not a crying shame.

They don't like me.
They don't matter.
Talk is out now.
It's just chatter.
I really see it,
Much fatter.
Funny because usually I only see the best.

I,
Feel,
Like a ghoOost
on her toast...

Baby let me be her breakfast, you are you now we are we.


OooooOoooooOooo...
Herrrr, became youuuu,
And LoOove, became usssss.
I don't talk now, to strangers.
I give you all of my lust.

I'll see you at lunchtime, when I walk, to work.
Then we'll have our indulgetimes,
And want to take off our shirts.
Oh well,
Sweetest hell,
I have tasted yet...
Is my LadyBird of the register
We did everything
When we met.

Now when I, say hell, I mean to say as of yet.
This hell's got most heavens,
But I'll sure never forget...
The way you looked, with your hair down...
We'll get our heaven, you can bet.

My heart was broke up on Primrose Hill.
Her heart was broke by the pier.
I took her name off my boat like a pill.
Ellie May, I been wrong, you hear?

Back at the Blue Bell, my heart became near.
A stroke of luck that could ****,
Alone I won't be, we went back to the Hill,
To tell Granny who's in charge around here.

I wanna give the universe something tough to digest.
I see it with a ******* up look on its face.
Puzzle the universe
Be like me.

I wanna create a gazillion variants of myself.
Each one degree further removed from the last.
Get in line now
Be more like me.

I wanna dissolve the unsurety left over from a thousand
Races that have died out.
Know yourself
Fight the knowledge.

I want to invade the space left by your mind when it rushed
Out to find itself.
Mommy left you
Never forget it.

I want to condition the part of you that takes care of plants
But forgets to turn the light off.
Darkness is a blessing
Only if you let it.

I want to take aim at the eternal you and forever change it.
You are cascading now.
How does it feel
You restless thumb sucker.

You want me to change you, feed you, and take you outside.
I am your new mom.
Momma's gonna buy you
A mocking bird.

You want harassment, a harness, an igloo, and idioms.
I am the fire that will melt them all.
Listen to me
Your time has come.

Keep yourself.
Take it much further.
Punish the hammer.
Dance on the ledges.
Increase your wedges.
Eat the pie.
Eat the pie.
Eat yourself whole.
Grace the covers.
Take a holiday for granted.
Don't act like you didn't earn it.
You are the last of a dying breed.
You are the start of a coming race.
You are the zenith of civilized humans.
Culture your neighbors.
Show them behaviors.
Actions are louder,
Especially dynamite,
But you know to listen.

Leave me.
Don't look back.
You can't come back.

She is gone.
Thank God.
Alienated at last.
Sweet, sweet...

Alienation

I see myself draped in red from the waste down, locking the door of a carpeted bathroom to which I may or may not have a right according to the owner.
I do have a right, though, for I forever outrun owners and dignitaries, malcontents and over-fed politicians.
I defecate happily something harsh to their ears but soft on my ***. Gratefully, I turn the page to another day. This one will not catch me in such distress.
My bowel symphony this morning has four movements and I begin to get impatient after the third because I've made up my mind that I want to read Fitzgerald.
The fourth comes appeasingly and short, a toot in good nature and I clean myself quickly, completely.
I hop downstairs to comb my hair and eat carrots. But my mother is chasing after me stronger than usual, still holding the pill she wants me to take.
I get the carrot and end the poem.

I'm so sad I'm sadder than this
My underwear smells like the pizza I ate
I don't expect you to give me a kiss
I open my window and pretend to feel great.

I'm so bad I'm sadder than this
Drained down in gluttony I'm a stuck pig
Oh well, I'm dreaming, isn't that what they say?
Guess I'll just get up and have another day.

I'm so rad but I'm sadder than this
Still not waiting for your soft kiss
I've been looking for a new accomplice
Pass me
A season
If you wanna
Exist.

How happy they are when they start.
And how sick of them I am when they go.
I'm playing with your everything
But I
Can't find your heart.
Sometimes I know that it shows.

I'm just a lad but I'm sadder than this
Sometimes I know, you just
Waited too long
To listen
To that Syd Barrett album
All by yourself

But in the sad town...
My underwear smells like the pizza I ate;
The kiss I can't have is so soft...
That's alright; I'll kiss the sky;
That's okay; I'll take it off...

Think of this one poor lad he was dejected. Always rubbin his knees and kneelin on spitters. He's really off of their gambit and they ruin his indecision. Land on he just rolls it up and leans along. Lift down he doesn't give it half an ounce; Waldo's all for one. Next he wishes he could hurry a warbler and the thing just flies away. His loss or he ain't even tryin. Face of the clock starts drooling and he knows it's time to roller up or start splashing. Kid lived for knockin people around it but he ain't never really been touched. Get's tired of wishin and washin, wants something real solid and soft. Sometimes floating up no doubt but there ain't nothing up there wants to just hold him and he's always comin back down.

He made it out just in time really. It's just mad how time flips. One minute you're drinking a lorry and the next your coughing up swizzers. Don't really mind being dejected but awful awful just list out your tentacles each with it's own name. Satisfaction. Cost. Worth. Shame. Horror. Splendor. Oh no you ain't no octopus darling you ain't no spider. It's six for you so crawl on that.

Slipping down the line it's hound houses to the left and a picture box straight above. Kid looks at his feet guesses it's time to get Suzy. Suzy's always reaping what lads waste and she gathers it up like yarn when it's knitted. I mean what she makes ain't goin in no gallery but it's cozy and will make you look wiser a hundred an 2. Take it off she's a shining racer with pearls as ******* and turns around you wonder where the sun went. I mean really this girls a knock out but she ain't nothing to hold on to. She'd sooner be in the air then stay one extra day with you. And you ain't even a losser like so many that only wanna hold her. If your stars be shining you may see her no doubt. One word, hard: press er shoulder down quick with your tiny finger or else just leave off her. Suzy walks with mister dejected and the season's on his breath. She steps over dead animals only once when there's people around. When the planet starts turning I mean really starts spinning, they mix together and cover everything like paint. Suzy and the dejected one splash your way and you're red, her way and she's glit'rin, roadway and there's accidents, but oh how they'll go on. Catch them in their proper form they'll be your smiling baby for you. Try to upstage them you are bound to be eating fat Lay's wrinkle chips and dippin them babes in ketchup wondering where have all the good times gone.

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.

My new favorite poet is a fifteen year old girl.
Margaret is clever it's astounding.
I knew youth was coming like this but usually when I saw it up close they we're just these maniacal computer wiz kids but this girl seems to party.
I hope she meets Alex Turner someday.
I hope she meets Andrew VanWyngarden too.
I don't know why, but I guess it's because they're dashing and she deserves the best.
I hope the world don't tangle her up too much and don't sit on her like a fat bully.
I know she can dodge it though and we need her and her vision of peace like a checkpoint.
My favorite new poet is a fifteen year old girl.
Shine on Margaret, light up the world.

How can I tell you not to talk?
I'm gonna show you.

And when you see me, on the silver screen;
Or when you hear me, over the radio waves;
You're gonna melt.

And when you evaporate,
And you take your new form in the air;
I'm gonna let you rain on me.

Cuz we're in this together.
And I won't have you walking around like that.
I would rather you be swallowed up
And made a small part of everything that's wonderful.

Save your voice for singing.

Hey, sometimes Bob Dylan changes your mind.
Like how you're thinking' Cohen and then you
Go to the closet where the records are hid and
Face-high you're being stared at by that man
On the cover of
"Bringing It All Back Home"
And you quietly apologize
And wish him a belated happy birthday
And light a cig
And turn the world on
Outside your open slider door
For what always feels like the first time.

Hey, sometimes it takes a whole poem to give you something to do.

It started flowing...
I started growing...

It started calling...
I started sprawling...

I'm needing action...
Some satisfaction...

I'm in the movies...
But they're so plastic...

Yeah I'll get outside...
Give me a minute...

When it gets lovely...
I'm all up in it...

Now just relax me...
I'm self-control now...

Still I wanna thank you...
For still knowing how.

I write love to hear the V in my head.
And I love when I'm unwanting.
Unwanted I scowl and indulge for a while; too long then I say when's enough.
Take less; make room for my soul to grow inside.
Takes but two days then it's time to watch my pride.
Then I indulge anew, now for just long enough.
Things get so simple then, I can make the proper call.
Time then's an easy friend: God nods and simply says:
"You need to help someone, using courage son, be alert.
Hear are your ears back, hear the wrinkle, smooth it down.
When a good and proper Son, you become your reward.
Stay that way long enough I will send you your girl.
She will be very smart and the loveliest in the world.
But with every sweet reward you must become something more.
She's so good she's all you'll see at times but my Son, don't forget the rest.
Make time for everyone you know it's not fun to be left out.
Sail your jig so steadily, magnificent leave the sea to me."

A legacy
On a jet plane
For the coast
The Great Northwest
Hallelujah
Nice to knew ya
Glad I blew ya

Fair Grand Rapids
How ya held me
Sometimes uppie
Sometimes downie
Always homie
Now I roamie

Furniture City
Chairs are pretty
Tables sturdy
Girlies hurtie

But no more sittie
Need new pretty
Land of Portals
And no mere mortals

It's divine time
Need new shoeshine
Get the cool
Or play the fool time

Be a poet let the words forth.  Reach back and swiftly drag them to the open. Anything you like is what another ear would hope to hear and reasons can't be reason and her eyes can't be forgotten.

I've seen lovely things just get old unused and rotten. Fair or not her hair may be I shall not drown my misery. My sadness floats within my sight and when I shiver deep at night sometimes I wrap arms 'round my gloom and hold her closely tight.

Safe and warm now with my sadness I pry into her secrets and she splits softly sadly thankfully. She says, "I'm not all and never will be never was a say for me you keep me close don't think you could obliterate me give me room I need it baby it's okay when your happiness babe comes over let you walk in front of me I'll keep out of sight and watch the lovely way you kiss her from each shadow and I'll not rush you and as long as you don't try to ditch me or think you could even forget me I will be here when miss happy goes along her merry way and you will wrap your arms around me and remember you like my kiss more anyway."

Being in love is like following a voice through chaos.
Now I've lost the voice and choas has disappeared.
The voice may come from different speakers throughout your life, but it's always wisdom, soothing and correct.

She's told me hold on and all that.
Why'd she go I don't know.
We were making it.
We were.
Oh well, I'll know her when I hear her again.
It will be some time, though, as I recognize I still have a significant distance to fall before I can pick myself up and prepare myself again for chaos, chaos that holds the voice. I'm gaining a lot of weight.

I've seen you through my window.
You're not the same as yesterday.
You're not much like the past month.
You are cold.
You are blown.

You're not even that wet...yet.

But you are cold.
You are blown.
You invoke my strength.
I will get out of bed.
I will find forgotten clothes.
I will enter your abomination:
Cold, blown, you call me.
I will answer.

We're driving now.
The engineer is a mile back by the side of the tracks, bleeding.
Igor is shoveling the coal, don't worry, we're comfortable.
We couldn't sit and watch any longer as incompetence went off the rails.
This train stops when we say it does.
Don't hold your breath.

I'm not a love *****.
I want something more.

I've seen it build now, seen it chilled now.

I'm not a love *****, I want something more.


Vegetarians burn my cookies.
Planetariums steal my lookies.

I'm not a
Love *****.
I want
Something more.

Optional.
Complacent.
Optimal.
Basement.

I'm not a love *****.
I want something more.


I've seen you and you've seen her.
Words of love caressed her ear.
Ears are nothing without a diction.
Diction's nothing without direction.
Reread nothing til you're blue in the face.
Gristeled youth will join the human race.

I'm not a love *****.
Give me something more.

Like a hamster wheel, my love, ascending to stay in place.
Like a runner without a race, anymore, now that it's won.

My bedroom breathes, my lunch box talks.
My fingers bleed, my blanket walks.

I am a very satisfied young boy.
You can pretend I am your little toy.
I am

Alone.


Vacations sweep me off my bare feet.
Car tripping sun burns and sisters are sweet.

I move like a lead balloon rolled down the Pyramids.
You can't upset me or scratch me now.
I am

Alone.


Gripping the good of your shoulder, surprise.
I tried to tell you with looks in my eyes.
Forever I'm wanting you to call out my lies.

I'm a very ***** little boy, I've been punished by bigger girls than you.

Frightened, you turn, I blush, I look around.
Is there a friend of mine in this **** town?
Sisters are too close and Mom has to work.
Same as I'm used to, don't mind me, ****...
Happy
Bewildered
Lazy

Alone.

Hola Real
Bonjour Reine

I speak to you
I ask you to call me my name

Your face is sublime madame.
Your majesty is a lucky man.

Yes, I agree, there is nothing more to be done, for now.
Mustn't forget to stroll down easy street.

Tea is in the parlor, dear.
I'm really glad you could come.

For you, madame, I have much time...

"These are the days of miracles and wonders and don't cry, baby, don't cry..."

I wanna tell you that you're looking like a movie star,
But somehow I know that wouldn't get me too far.
I'm wishing on a burning hot star and don't mind don't mind, no.

You've got an action that makes me wanna split,
I don't really care too much how you get it.
I'm an eagle with white hair and whatever eyes so baby I'm flying, flying for all the wise.

I miss you but I can't stop complaining,
The overt arrangement is lightening my usual basement.
It's okay I'm sure somehow just sometimes I meet French girls and kinda stare and mutter in amazement.

These are the days of cold slick thunders and big fancy boats that don't have a gun.

These are the days of punch bowl amazements and I know you're having fun!

Sick of it!

"That's a thing that I do in the back of my head"

Ilove you, baby.
So very much.
I'm tempted to write this in tongues.
I wanna kiss you so much.
So very much.
This is my love poem, baby.
I guess I never wrote one before.
Feels kinda good.
Ok it feels great.
I love you, darling.
Say when I can use your name.
I hope you make friends.
Jk.
I know you are philosopher Queen.
Don't need friends.
It's okay.
I'll never be your friend.
I'm your man.
Time to listen to more Graceland on a walk to the school and its overgrown baseball field.
Mom's up.

He knows real trouble.
That's why he doesn't fret when he can't sleep.
He laughs when knocked out are his two front teeth.
He goes to work the next day and to the bar every night that week.
He loses his girl of a year, he doesn't mind.
He falls for another girl, she won't have him: whatever.
When it starts to get cold he's gonna put on his sweater.
When the roof caves in, he's gonna find some place better.
When his hometown won't love him he's gonna pack and go West.
Never does he ever complain of the tests.
It's fatal to forget that the hard work is done.
It's no time for ******* when it's time to have fun.
And I never stopped you when you were rushing on your run.
If you want an example take a good look at the sun.
Does it cry when the clouds crowd up the whole sky?
No, it shines somewhere else and it doesn't even sigh.
In the desert it is cursed for doing its job.
Does it apologize?
No, it is brutally itself.
It ushers in our favorite seasons and graciously steps aside for the snow.
And what, do you curse the sun, watching it go?

He knows real trouble.
He sits under the heavens really thankful for each day.
You won't catch him grumbling that you smell like burnt oil.
He'll probably just put his **** in you and enjoy what he can.

I'm going all the way with this thought parade.
There is no turning back and what's direction?
There is time and we know time, us, here, in this parade.
There is heat, warming glowing.
It's made of love and that's where we live.
Endless opportunities and surprises, magic milkshakes, tricks and spices.
Love your neighbor love your neighbor love your uncle and remember to thank her it's hard to live, death is unity, separate once but we found out how to unite right here in this little old life baby in the parade, soft parade, warm parade, thought parade.

Mon ami, auin frer.
J'ne pais solil... entres courage.
So faun le si'plique en la je'pael.
Paella ene ***.
Suplique, france. Francois, chine.
Au revoir.

You are so unseemly.
My breath is hot.
All around is the smell of pleasant times.
I want to break things.

The garden is broken.
All I ever want is so hot I am melting.
It seems time for pleasentries.
Things want me breathing, loudly.

Did you ever think it would end, this dream?
This dream is on the frying pan.

Did you ever think that moan you heard would turn into a
       scream?
For shame, it has; she's boiling, you know.

I want to tell you everything, so you can tell me anything.
I've found the center of your mind.

Did you ever think you'd eat again, after that meal exploded?
It was the boiling fat.

I want to tell you, love me do.
When'd you dream of that?

"No," she said, "I love the girls."

My heart feels sorta flat.

Dreams come true
And sometimes they lie.
Tell me true, am I just a guy?

Me and you
Oh, how time flied.
What's it mean?
Still glad I tried.

I'll move on.
I'll find a straight one.
With burnt edges,
Who makes sounds like bacon.

Every time, that I see you...
I know I'll be
The one in your eyes.
But it's plain to see
Today is just some cloudy skies.

Mourn for me,
But then move on.
I'll swim the sea
And find my own.

Two poles
Many roles

Dancer
Smoking buddy
Cash collecter
Dueche inspecter
Mother

Life is ****
Especially on This Side of Paradise
For the Beautiful and ******.
Oh, Tender is the Night
Hold it softly, like Drum-Taps.
Starting from Paumanok,
The Last Tycoon rides at last.



AT LAAAST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

For the love of God
Make yourself easily
Remember Casey.
Call the kid
Heaven forbid
He should get too racey.
Sorcerers
Saccharin
These are fun to say again.
Pixie Stix
Valvoline
Simplify understanding.

Faceless Caroline square on your breast: it says your name!
Heard them call it out then say Carolyn cause they always think: them's
        the same!
YOUR FOOD'S READY! Caroline I heard them good cause I do listen a lot.
I pointed at you and filled you in you laughed got up surprised to find I
        wasn't just full of ***!
Got your food said thanks a lot and your daughter said 'Hey Kafka!' we
         agreed to love him a lot!
I listened to you speak in a foreign tongue, German it was: it was a very
         pretty German!
Yeah I read your name right from your striped breast and you looked at
         me and sparkled through your glasses I kinda liked it.....
Faceless Caroline oh what a pretty face you coulda been anything but
         then you came and ate by me!

My love ain't no little Queen of Darkness;
My love is a rising star.
You don't know her name, believe me
         you don't need to.
Wish I had a keyboard I could show you
What we both do.
Can't hurt her but I know she could scratch you. (She's hard)
My love makes me think of Paul Simon
       sometimes.
My love is the best since Jesus, you know.
Can't stop her but don't stop trying.
We're all just trying to change that old currency...
One last time.
One last time, ya know.
One last timemmmuh!

My profile be like. ..

Perfect.

Umm.

So what?

So umm.

I heart you?

Whatever.

Art, baby.
Art... bebe.
ART! Darlin'.
AARRTttttah!
Fantastico.
Subliminal!
Mil tiempo.
Ohno onoway.
Ooopsidaisical.
Hoorayforartsical!
I'm in LOVE!

How's about you flip under your somersault.
Go go go go go don't sleep now don't eat now.
How happy would you be with your very own brown cow?
Do you like milk now?
Chocolate or silk now?
Tightrope or stilts now?
Granted, I don't wanna see you ever again.
I want your breath wasted.
I want you forgotten.
You will be forgotten.
You slime ball you dirt bag
You cheesewheel you cumrag.

You were born to a groping lady who was bent out of shape each and every last season.

Well I'm crutching to the next whiskey bar.
When I get there set my poles down say, "Bucket of Old Style please
          and a-whiskey."
Duke's her name and by seven it will be the only thing that matters.
I'm having me a happy hour, then an elated hour.
Then I'm going wherever my bleary eyes take me, crutching along and Jim
         on the song.
Well I'm headed to the next whiskey bar, if I don't get there then I won't get
         too far.
Yeah I am going to the next       whiskey bar.

I made her in the mornings
A *** of tea for two.
I loved her twice at lunchtimes
Oh how everything grew.
I left her in the evenings
To find her something new.
I kissed her in the twilight
She walked me in the dew.

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

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.

Splisheedifriyo kukamanga ow ow wow ow.
Spokeedoyoomba lololololo lo lo lo.
Padapadamba lamadeenononono no no oh.
Friggeedosoomba ba-ba-ba-ba ba  ba   ba    ba    ba.
Teeyo.

I don't care
If you don't
If you do
Hello.
Whatever.
**** **** ******.
Suns of *******
And whatnot.
Gall ****.
Ya know?

I heard it on TV.
Everything.
What u have for dinner.
She says.
Chicken.
Silence.
Except, ... for the tv.
That's still on, then making mom laugh.
Everything.
Home alone, two.
My sister is gorgeous.
Whatever.
Tmi, duderino.
Love it!

"I'm aloner than you."
"No you're not."
"Yes I am."
"You want 'tention."
"No I don't."
"Yes you do."
"Well, I'm aloner than you think."
"You're alone exactly as I think."
"No I'm not."
"Yes you are."
"Okay then but I swear I love company."
"And what am I?"
"No you're not."
"[Chuckling] You're a fine one, aren't you?"
"I don't know."
"Listen sprite, you have all the world and anyone can be your friend."
"Who said I want friends?"
"Oh that's right, you want 'tention."
"Well what have I got, besides all the world?"
"Yourself and everything that gives a home to all the world."
"What is this thing that gives a home to all the world?"
"It's a very welcoming thing with much wisdom and all it wants is some company."
"If it's so wise, why does it want company?"
"Because, child, if we were all alone, who would laugh at our jokes or hug us or how would we play baseball?"
"You mean this home is a place for the Tigers to play?"
"Yes son, Go Tigers."

You are you.
You want to overcome.
It gets you down.
You're not enough.
You want it all.
It lifts you up.

Everyone gets exactly what they want.

You stop trying.
All others are thrown overboard.
You learn to steer the ship yourself.
The man on the radio tells you how to get to shore.
You steer away from shore.
You are going to sea.

Out on the sea, you'll be forgiven.

You are alone now,
Except your ship has a name:
Glory Stomper.
And the stars are coming out.
And the moon is a crescent.
And those dolphins jump by to see how you're doing.

The world of beauty loves you, needs you.

You stand tall now.
Head back towards shore.
The dolphins escort you.
Turn the Doors on your stereo.
"Wishful, Sinful, water covers everything in blue..."
Somehow you always know what to do.

You cannot fail, you've simply transcended.

Long ago, at that.

Then on my third floor balcony, to read some poetry
Sun is shining, but it can't get through all the leaves.
Look to my right, I'll need some more height.
From railing to roof, I ascend the ***** of tattered shingles.
I get to the top, the sun is still not high enough.
That tree is so tall.
Guess I'll be shivering here a while.