"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.

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...

A man came up to me leaving the bus station and asked if I could spare a few dollars for a meal. I guess He wasn't afraid of my black eye. I reached in my pocket and felt stingey. I pulled out a one and said, "I got a dollar for a Red Wings win." "Alright", he sighed.

Power laughed at me and said, "Is that all you've got?"
It wasn't.

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.

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.

Birds of prey
Are soaring
Above head
Circling
Before a whisp-feathered blue sky

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.

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.

You will always be wet,
I will always be hard,
And it will be all over the place.

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.

Hope you like my rhyme.
I'm done with that.
Love is a purple dinosaur.
His name is Barney.
Get it?
No?
Too young?
Oh, you do get it.
Just didn't find it funny.
I see.
Lol.
Night sweetie.

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.

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.

Desolated place
Rise up!
Seed in soil
Flower in bloom
You have not been forgotten.
You may not be forgotten...

Workers
Unite!
Lay the tracks
Till the ground

Train roll on

People bring your love to this place!
Make it your home, if just for a night!
Bring out your cash
Extend your might!

For whatever ruins you behold
Be a builder.
Your dreams, some dreams...
Remain unsold.

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.

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.

Nearly broken
                  Eyes half open
                                     Sashay swiftly on a pillow of air
Who would care?

Tired green mistress
                  Turn me slowly
                                     Feed me hunger and tussle my hair
You'll be there.

Somber sunny lady
                  Feigning lazy
                                     Take my hand and pull me aware
Love your share?

Slipp'ry silken maiden
                  Fashion maven
                                       Dress you up and fly down the stairs
To the fair.

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.

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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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.

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.

Sometimes all you need is sleep.
Sometimes all you need is food.
Sometimes all you need is art.
Sometimes all you need is good.

Bring everything you have to every table.
Feel like a diver when you get in the thick.
Gratefully accept the trials of your survival.
Graciously reject the mistakes of your fathers.

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.

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.

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

Somile.
I'm back.
I haven't been away.
I've been drowning.
Of course...
It's been a sea of happiness.

Water inflates my lungs and then there is nothing to do
          but shout.
Sounds invade my ears and there is nothing to do
          but dance.
Light reflects my soul and there is nothing to do
          but shine.
The world is yours but don't you ever forget the world is mine.

I will lift you up.
I will make you sing.
I will make you remember you are a part of everything.

Now breathe deep in nothing.
Thank her gentle caress.
Without her YOU would be nothing.
Light something for this.

If you light ****, I say, "Good job, don't forget the day,"
If you light a torch, I say, "May it show your way."
If at last you starve, I say, "Eat, you are not done."
If at night you glow, I say, "The stars, too, have their fun."

Be evervescent, iridescent, soon to grab your hold.
Find your fight, sail each night, marvel at what you behold.
Sing your song, make it long; play what you can and you will.
Be alright, be a sight, laugh til you laugh, until...

Everstill.

Or Neverstill?

Sick of it!

The sun dots the roof with patches of its power.
I scoot my boot to aim my face to catch up the rays.
It will be soon.

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 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."

I think I might *** off this roof...

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.

I crashed through the ceiling I don't need a floor now I used to be reeling but the void's my support now.

Doldrums are rolling but if I stay patient I know I'll be happy I stayed when something comes up and meets me.

I was a bit worried that this was where I was going because I loved the ride but honestly the end is even better.

There is only beauty now, gain and loss but no pain or cost.

I still love sadness but she's now a perfect lover and there is more time for her and more time for infinitely more perfect beings and I'm glad I skirted every snare and I'm growing growing growing like my fuzzy wuzzy hair.

All I can say for now is beware idolatry, learn what it is and guard yourself from it. This is a time for beautiful expression and every one of us has many things to show and create. Remember it was Jesus's God who got us here and we thank him and we'll be fine.

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.

The sun-ray's light explodes off the ground and becomes heat.
It happens all around me and millions of sensors tell my drug-abused brain that its warming.
I don't regret a ******' thing.

Thinking of you
Shapeless
Serene

Poet
Rock star
Animal
General
Spaceman

Thank you, thank you very much

Huh?
You think you are big.
You think you are bad.
You should probably meet my dad.
Anyway, you run.
So do I.
Wanna race?

Hello Wasteland...
SMH

I sought you
I found you
I fight you
Surround you
Breathe deep now
I pound you
Oblivion
Caress you
Six billion
Obsess you
Not healthy
Forgotten
Not sweet now but
Rotten
I've smelled true
And gotten
The fine fruit
She brought and
I've climbed every mountain
I sail on a fountain
That makes all the pennies
Throw up
Like the raven
Can't shut,
Stop behavin'
Can't seek
Their own maven
Can't treat their own kin
I get sad for them often I'm still glad I brought them when they let enough light in I'm barely goodnight and I treat you I treat we I drink up your sweet tea I thirst for her anger but I'm quenched in my hangar...

Soaring
Pouring
Flying
Sighing

Then I look out the window
I see her in sandals
I look for your weakness
You laugh with a Preakness.
I promise her the grand daddy of them all
Then we ball, and we ball, and we ball, through the stall.

Till we fall
Not we, you
I mean me
And my sweet tooth
My love is a phone booth,
I have no one to call.

You should see her
Desert you
I'm sad she had to see you
Her eyes are for sunshine
And you are the gutter.
For you, I bet, she would probably 'forget the butter'.