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.

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

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

Alienation

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.

No more broken hearts
No more 'magical' first dates
No more life draining emptiness over distance
No more stupid love poems
No more connections lost over 'saving yourself'
No more chances taken
Just sure things
Moments
Of pleasure
Bliss
Secrecy
Sorcery
Monopoly

Free love, man
You gotta do it, sister
We gonna make it or what?
Oh you wanna make it legal, do ya?
Well we can talk, baby.
Let's just take it slow.
Niiice, and slooow.
Taaake iiit aaas it cooomes, baaaby.

Oh, I love you.
Don't tell me to shut up, man.
We're talking, man.
But I waaanna call you man, man.
Fine, I won't call you man, man...
Yeah, you're my woman, man.
Oops, sorry, m-- I mean, lady.
Lovely lady of the forest kingdom, you are.
Lovely lady of the ocean floor.
I wanna kiss you, lady.
Yeah, we're gonna make it...

My love's now the chandelier of my life from which all others do hang

I want to climb her and swing from her and gaze at her sparkle

Never before has my love been so fine

Each few days she gets finer

I's up to bat and I hit a sharp liner

Over the head of a short stop to left center

My smile was her smile and I slowed into second

Now I'm laughing and now in tears of sweet joy for my love and her sunshine

And she is the brightest and she is the highest and every last second of this life I've spent searching reminds me of how I want nothing more

And when times get hard I'm gonna learn quick to just smile because every last time it gets better much better

I'm always surprised I can be surprised I wonder why

I'm not expecting but it's always coming

Time after time after time after time

Better and better my love is a sweater

Have her in heat and slip with her within her

Then I pause in her eyes and pools fill with Jim's mystic heated wine

The pools overflow on and on it goes dance under water falls no need to end

I have found my friend

I'll not be lonely now she loves me that's the one that holds me

Riding sixteen wide on a four lane road.
Everyone one of us
Story untold
Well we're telling.
We're yelling.
You may be dreamin'
Right now we're screamin'
On the road
On the road
On the Road

Well there she goes again she's gunnin' her mouth again
I ain't really listenin
No not right now

Well there he goes again, Duke Ellington, got a strange feeling again
Rain puddles glistenin
Oh yes right now

I feel myself a-peekin up over some wall

                                                                   Of stucco

I's strainin' my eyes but I can't see it all

The rain falls, she tells me where it hurts and I remember to love her just
           before my love deserts

I'm almost on empty

Gas up we're movin on but now we're on a different song
Just as sad, little sweeter

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.

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.

With every thought getting smarter simply riding waves of pleasure and dive down deep deep when I want to be surrounded my heart's an anvil baby pound it run through me like ****** sound you oxygenated little life giver you won't be a-wasted you'll not rot like the complacent you'll not rush like anti-lazy we will lay on the ceiling perform a play for the evening opening lines say We Have Started simply thank you all for coming Earth is precious and we saved it hard to say how much we'll find out with every thought getting smarter no we'll not be a-wasted

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.

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

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...

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.

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."

I hate you.
Then I'm lying.
Drama king.
Whatever.

Positively.

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!

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.

She bit my lip.
That was her thing.
Not the best dance of my life,
Though maybe the dirtiest.

But she got scared,
Left me alone.
I don't need her now,
No, not anymore.

Behind dumpster,
In the alley,
We pulled down our pants,
She got on top of me.

*** on gravel,
My **** not hard,
She understood I was drunk,
Said, "Let's go somewhere else."

She could have come,
Yes, to Portland.
But she was young and dumb,
I'll find better tonight.

Water.
To your sand.
We'll call it the beach of America.
We'll call us the best in the world.
We'll make (we make) the world get going.
Not late (or whatever) but there's a very important date.
Don't really GAF when, but we ready (will be)

Enough about business, she says.
Teenage Wasteland (Baba O' Reily) is on the radio.
My mom is to my left. We're driving.
For my love, though, I'll end this poeM and listen.

Two likes on Has to Explode?
Seriously?

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

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!

It's five o clock here.
I will go drink a glass or two on the 27th floor and look out at the pretty cold town.
Then it's the bus to BrekFest and there's bands galore.
Who will I talk to, what will I run with?
Scissors!
Doing cartwheels!
Trying, tryyying.
Learning..... NOTHING!
Grooven moooven, spooonyo pretty peggy-o. That's all I wannaaaa dooooo.

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.

I miss you daily. My pockets are bulging. My hair is combed backwards, and I'm singing songs. It's getting so lovely, that I'm learning patience, and sacrifice nothing to bring you along. Your sense is outstanding, your eyes flutter by, your knees beget rocking, our porch is a ticket. The show is the world now, life is a girl now, she'll sacrifice nothing to bring me along. Money's the answer, 'cause most women need it, life is a girl now, I can't help but eat it. I want to repeat it, but can't remember how. I want to hit you daily; stop, think, you know me. I couldn't hurt you if I tried; I wouldn't, it doesn't matter. Just get enough rest, dear, to keep climbing the ladder. Your space is my home. My race knows your throne. You will have no need to wind up alone. Let me be your windy whisper, your midnight kisser, your only mister, your peachy goodbye to the only world you've known. The future is learning. They see us we're burning, cracking our whips and moving right along. But they see us coming, only coming, forever coming, 'til one day we meet, and time has to explode.

Is this thing on?

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...

Boom.
How are you?
Do I have your attention?
How smart are you?
Never mind.
I like joking.
I know you've...
Been smoking.

Room! Room!
Let's go now.
I'm tired.
Don't need to...
Get bored now.
Hell's Angels'
Replacements.
We invade...
Your basements.
We paint on...
Your daughters.
The iron's hot.
It solders.
Don't bleed now.
It's miles.
Just heed now.
It smiles.

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.

My profile be like. ..

Perfect.

Umm.

So what?

So umm.

I heart you?

Whatever.

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

You in you out I'm excited again
Maybe you maybe not but we'll not pretend
I love you a lot and there ain't no doubt
Maybe you maybe not but we're gonna find out

I met her on a drunken night when I put my head down on her shoulder
We danced I suppose I lifted arms just to hold her

I'm in love with the look in your eyes
When you are angry ain't it just a disguise
There's evening empires and who's got the crown now?
We pay it no mind if one decides to be the clown now

I asked her to marry me when I heard a voice to tell me to
I was layin' down in bed it said ask her she might let you
I says I haven't got a ring and many things we'd have to do
It says you pay it no mind now who's gonna forget you?
I asked her to marry me she asked if I was serious
How could she not know I's serious I thought she's beggin' me to
Well I buried my head and said yes and she said yes I said oh my and then
           I kissed her and then nothing happened...


A cloud descended like a dust and my head hurt but I was tired
The next day I had the most brilliant idea at work I said, Hey! I'll call it off!


Didn't see her after work I had another engagement, seeing the new City
           Treasurer being sworn in he was my step dad
When I got home oh man my head was really throbbin' now and I could
            hardly stand
Pile of dishes, pile of clothes every gadget turned on and ev'ry window
            closed
I said don't mind the dishes and let me turn off all of those there was a
            grouchin' in my voice and I took off most my clothes
I opened up a window let the evening air in, started on the dishes and she
            thinks it's a sin
Well I got to bed and she was cold as the North pole I forgot my idea and
            started workin' on my soul
Next morning finally comes and she's still not lookin' at me and I told her
             let's forget it she said hey why not forget 'we'
I tried to explain that marriage ain't all that there is and it was clouding up
            my mystery let's just leave it where it is
She just drove me to work I said you should make up your mind, cause
            you can sure leave me I ain't the crawlin' back kind

What this is all about
Maybe you maybe not
I got my mystery back
And we're gonna find out

I have a pile to my right of what was once a tree and I use my ax er keyboard
        to chop it change it for my need
My friends do the same near me and we sing all live long day, everyone does
        it for enjoyment and we sure don't mind the pay

They are sporting outside.

Is that polo?

Tis.

A fine sport.

My grandpa used to play.

Dear, will you get us your telescope?

Actually, I'm going outside to have a closer look.

Your husband is an industrious man.

Yes, it made him King.

He's pretty spry.

Yes, he can still move about.
Do you play sports?

Yes, all of them.

I'd like to see you sometime.

My basketball team has a game in San Francisco this weekend.

The Franco-Spanish Royalty will be in attendance, she smiled.

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.

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.

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

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.

For everyone lithe to represent you for your glory, we thank you.
We love to see beauty and hold it up like a picture to the sun.
Then we go dancing, we knock them out.
Peasants danced, poor little girls without a word said more with their grace than so many ristocrats spit out of fancy schools.
We were upset to learn we had to do a little work, but elated to discover we had ability.
Then sometimes it was just easy. My God I love easy.
And when we're lazin are we not just in our right place and we know it.
Perfect laziness and horizontal. Let your arm drop to the cool wood floor.

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!

I think this place is officially busted.
Peace Emmy.

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."

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.

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.

See you where there is nothing you make it everything.
Blame it on earthlings and get bored with breathing.
Fan out your plume for you're prettier than reading.
And oh how I love to see the words on the page.

You came down slowly our agony receding.
Watching you falling triumphant we cried out.
Yours truly great mist, mist of wind, bolder rain now.
Let us just another time try to call you by name.

I looked for the One babe you know I did.

I was always planning a bit, kinda guarding in case that one vision of a ragged future came true and then with a really big bad world I was gonna want to hold just one babe so she had to be perfect.

Now I see the ragged future will not come to be and we definitely made the technicolor world full of music and perfect people and no need for rules, violence or greed.

To each it's own kingdom under God's holy reign and we'll not want to do one thing that could hurt anyone and we won't.

Everyone will have enough, and greed will make one look so foolish that one will blush and give things away.

Everyone with violence in the heart will be outnumbered and far inferior to anyone who doesn't want violence.

Everything bad will seem silly and we'll be laughing.

Multilove will be our great gift and we will love everyone and everything properly.

I for one, can't wait!

Wrapped in Multilove and I'm just a new thing. It's a vehicle and yet another and more grand trip to begin and it is made of the reward of the last trip. Multilove is infinite peace and really the most social thing my small brain can comprehend right now. So we're meeting wherever for the next indeterminate amount of time and my guess is the trick will be to learn every heart, giving my own throughout the way, and wind right back to the goal of the last trip, the One. Many will have much *** and I'll want to but I'm going to be so discerning because it's in my best interest. See you all so soon, soon, soon.

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.

"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!