It is always
beautiful
behind you.

Yes,
there is wisdom,
but it's endless.

Look forward.

It is also endless, and hilly.

Your knees ache to extend.

Don't worry,
the resistance
is good.

Pleasant views
will exist,
when you decide
to look back.

Slowtar,
the monster,
is black sludge.
He engulfs
all alive,
complaining
begrudgingly
about the ongoing
construction.
striped
cones
only
tell
us
where to go.

I want you to be different.
Different from the same,
but still the same
uncouth
and
artistic
person.

But with your **** together.

Is that too much to ask?

Where are the sandy blonde
documentary filmmakers in my life?
Hunky, rugged, and on the road.
A hustler on the African savannah.
Paper driven type
of my soul.

The scent of being alone is on me.
They smell it as I walk in,
staring at me and I staring at them?
I could of have seen you tonight
at a different bar, not alone,
but that would be no fun.
The scent of indiscretion and
cheap drinks
all you can afford.
Im tired of you. Spending loose
change next door,
when there is a whole
wide world.
It's too wide
for most of us to wrap
our heads around.

Everyone is sad
in their own little sad way.
Puppies cry and babies wave
goodbye, wishing the moment
hadn't passed.
Fresh and new,
always a wasting them
with drugs and *****.

No,
it's time to go
when there is no snow
and the spring
and the fall
and the summer
******* change
too fast.
Slow down he said
I want to see your face
glowing that sheer
white dewy skin
shining somehow
in the light.

I’m losing my humanity

Is it possible to appreciate beauty without wanting to conquer it.
I feel intimidated by the worthy
I'd rather kiss and forgive myself
he's not what I wanted.

Our history is a machete chopping down the thickness
agile cougars watch indignant.
as we chop down a home
we are too stupid to find comfort in.