/  •  \

0           0


)(


we do marry every day !

||                            ||

the southern song



//::\


The freight train hobo

Scans the yard


Hopin he don't see no policeman

•


She

The sunset dream come free

Of every sense

Of lust or greed

)(

Walking cross the desert sand

In the first of the world


.

.

/0\      • )  • )        /0\

                  :::::



she wanders the long road to nowhere

?>


She sees us and doesn't give a ****

About our infantile fornications

//

//

She sees the adults of the world

And their murderous fear

And brazen greed

//


HOLY DUMB **** ****  

she says

as she wanders the long road to nowhere


::::


Mountains weep

The sky pledges fidelity to the stars

::

The earth is dying but tries once again

To heal and be healed

""


We all know all truth

//


We all know if we are

Soul warriors or simply

Lazy assed mother *******

Hiding in the stench of our hated genitsls

//

She wanders freely the road to nowhere


)(

The hello poetry poets gather and throw rocks at her


!(!

She makes us look bad

!)!

We

Who wallow in ****** bedrooms

And moan

About the love we fear is truly

Simply here


.

.


there is a Higher Love waiting for you

What will you give up in exchange for this Higher Love  ?

What you have to sacrifice is everything
That is lower than
This Higher Love

::::

There are hundreds , thousands of ways

In which you

Act and react
Think and plan

that you can

( With strong work )

Detect as obstacles to you

Possessing the higher state of love

Which is the same thing

As the state of authentic

And lasting happiness

:://::

What will you give up ? ---- that's the

Question

And I have given you some of the answers

And I will tell you rather specifically

What you will have to abandon

In order to find the Life of Higher Love


::::::::

Which is our obsession and addiction
To all the forms of Lower Love



.

.



you don't have to.think about

How to be strong anymore

||

the only strength that exists

Is the strength of not being you anymore



.

/  ( • ) ( • ) \

/  \

((((  ))))

The greatest thing about having a true lover

Is that if you really need money

You can

**** EM OUT

ON THE STREET !

))((

This we all do as we can see

By reading each other's poetry

( ( ...

If we take


**** EM OUT

ON THE STREET

symbolically

... )

//

)(

//

Our poems themselves are

LITTLE ******

released and sold


To each other


so pathetically

For vanity 's sake


.



( ( ...
..........

I LIKE IT !

I LIKE IT  !


< you do !!!!!!

Wow !!!!!

Thanks !!!!! >

.........
...)

.



Life is certainly simple

::

When


HURTING SOMEONE

&

LOVING SOMEONE


are the same thing

!)

We rot here in the shame of

Our insincerity


//

Watching

( & enjoying )

Each other die

.




I am here



//


Under ****** skies


///                  ///

The ugliness

The meaningless words

Of  selfish poets and their psuedo - love

Seeking only .... " Likes "


••

Yes

ITS

ONLY DEATH HERE


))


Oh I love you


Little child

•


God and you and me


•


Amid the images that look like people

The alien zombies

The poets of disgrace

)(

Close your ears to them !

They want to make you

The living dead

( to be just like them )

RAW STINKING MEAT !

For them to destroy and eat

)(

Little child


Reality is far from what is spoken in these

Sheltered spaces

Of  vanity

And

Hate

"""""""

May I walk with you awhile (?!


We will bathe

In truth only

And teach the stars to sing !




.

.





(                            
                                )
(              
                       )
(
       )
\/
/\
/    \



##

Little miss Mary tends the fire

//             //

Yeah

It is  good

•


The soft winds speak of me constantly

If you heard it you would know me

You would know me as the rain

you' d yell out

CALEB

PLEASE COME SAVE  ME

IN YOUR MOST MAGNIFICENT WAY !


)(

in the mountIns maidens bathe


Awaiting the young poet boys

••


Waterfall remembrance dream

She was my wife for 30 years

From

Mt Shasta

To

The Bowery

Everyone

One and the same

•

"""""""""""""

•            •


/////


The freigh train tune

Homeless children in the alleys

Waiting for the soldier or the police man

)(

( keeping AMERICA safe ! )

)(

In the hospital emergency wards

Children gather

and try explain


Themselves

To

One  Another

•

•


•

Such lovely ******* !

I think about them constantly


The wondrous ******* of

What's - her - name

""

And I remember her mom too

God // was she Hot !

••

all the stories written down

The

Hippies !

The have gone home

Except for me




I'm still here



.

.


she stars the night with her bright eyes shining


Ohhhh   !!!              !!! Ohhhhh !!!


she bares her ******* to the

Moon and the lightening

raises her sword and starts to scream !!


FREEDOM !!

FREEDOM !!

FREEDOM ! !


//

Are YE gonna come ?

Gotta decide now !

/////

:/:


Eyes

all the children
  
and the shadows

Harlequin dancers on the

Eve of decision

Gotta be warriors

Or be dyin

::

Songs liberated

Like the children on the streets

Ohhhhhh !!!!!                  Ohhhhhh !!!!!

)(

Well we know we  are the only reasons !

We are the lonely lighted angels

The holy urchins



We are BROKEN from the branches

We are the fruit

We are the seed !

GOD IS GLAD !

//

Strides with her bare ******* thru the alleys

Her soul of fire

The sword in her hand



!!!



.

..

Hurry Hurry

Read all about

It

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

ADAM AND EVE
Were

BROKEN

out of the

PRISON OF EDEN

this morning

By the DEVIL

disguised as a SNAKE

!!!!!!

At

THE GATE OF EDEN

( the primordial womb )

They BURST FORTH !

( yin and yang !

Such carrying on ! )

./.

BROKEN !!!!

MADE HOLY !!!

Free from ENTROPY !


!!!!

she

Walks the cold night streets

And seeds the world

With images born out

Of gentleness

!

And a feeling of

Harmony

And

Peace

Dissolves into the sacred power

And evolves

Into

You and me

::

The egg shell BREAKS OPEN

OH YES

EASTER TIME !



.
.

.


Well the seed is free


::

In ancient times

( more  fertile times )

Times when symbols were seen

More Naturally
:
The concept ..... BROKEN

Referred to the way fruit

Dissolves into the soil

So that the seed comes free

To enter the earth

::

It also referred to the manner in which

An image in the mind becomes a word

And language is born

;::

As in

AND JESUS WAS BROKEN
ON THE CROSS

::


Thusly seen

A different story does


Certainly emerge


//.


And we see it here with all our

BROKEN GIRLS

//

Some readers foolishly think

BROKEN GIRL

is a suffering girl !

NAY !

It refers to the

LIBERATED GIRL

( EVE's APPLE !

DISSOLVING INTO THE SOIL

LIBERATING

The seed

So it can enter the earth !! )


HOLY SISTERS OF FERTILITY

THE MOTHERS TO BE

seeking surly to bring the

Human race

To its destiny


.


.

.



are YE ready ... (?)

•


Are YE ready  ... (?)


•


The sky s on fire

( poetry of ... ***** )

•

Politics of


Slavery

~~


Everything


Just buying and selling
Just buying and selling


••


False love
False love

//


I want power

The

Power of your *****

***** love


Politics of *****

Poetry of fire

•

•

•

Strange

Strange the vision

The people on the street !  

Strange people

DOIN STRANGE THINGS


.

.


it is not so much that a poem may be plagiarised

( ah so sweetly brainwashed

The youth of a whole nation ! )

LET US KNOW COMPASSION

:/:

But that  the life of the poet is such that one might say

THE LIFE STYLE BEING DEPICTED IS A COPY - CAT

DEPICTION OF NORMALCY

( hence

" I can relate to that ! "

Becomes a cloned ..... term of praise )

•

I TOO !
I TOO !

//

Yes

The standards of poetry are being debased

But
( more importantly )

The responses one makes to the events and experiences
Of
Ones life

Are being compartmentalized and limited

To the narrowly defined objectifications we  place upon each other

||

" I am broken "

Is a SAFE response to an experience


Hiding

" why am I allowing the cloned norms of

A ******* culture to define me '

In obscurity

•

It's like politics


Where the ISSUES  ....... are given to us

And we are compressed into

Childish VOTERS!


Similar to how we objectify each other as

LOVER

EX- LOVER

( WHO WE " HATE " BUT STILL " DEMAND "

COME BACK AGAIN !"

//

And it is only a freakishly  deformed

DEMOCRACY

that we see being pushed in a

Wheel chair down the street

•

Likewise

It is merely

WORDS stuffed into baby carriage

That we call POETRY

•

Politically Correct Poetry !

Sterile poetry for sterile lives

::

Heart breaking sterility

::

Murderously Mundane poetry

//

Hatefulness disguised as love !

""

Anyone can be free

;;

The true anger at being manipulated

Becomes

IM DEPRESSED

//

The vision of an alienated society

Becomes

I NEED TO GET LAID   !
NOW !

//

The real questions we should be asking

Become

Stylized and cloned responses

That create a prison of words

That free poetry can help liberate us from

Or help us stay

Safely enslaved within    

)(

Poetry itself  is an act of ******
Liberation

//

IT BLEW MY MIND !

a response to a true poem

/:/

A poem about ones *** life

Is usually

Boring and contrived

Safely sterile

And numbingly

Repetitive




.

.


dying silently

) ... •

We don't wanna

Disturb THE MAN  • ... (


/::/

Blood (?)

::

Just wait

•

:;;;;;;:

She goes to school

And looks ... (?)

FOR LOVE !!

( little ******* on the street )

:::::


Hear  !

" ***** ***** "

Here ***** *****

hear the *****

Moaning in the alleyway !

•

Babbling inanely

Words (!)

(Like ..... LOVE ! )

)(


The MORPHINE CANDY BABE !

)(

The dead mountains

The poisoned waters

#

The ugly ****

Of the insane slaves


=•=

( yeah YOU ! )

=•=

Ugly ugliness


SHE

( her poetry ! )

The ******* ***** - girl

******* pathetically

Into the wind

•

)       $      (

///

Oh

By the way

With the world economy

Faltering

So dramatically

I advise you to sell all your assets

And convert them into gold or silver

)      $      (

#
#

One more warrior

One more day

!?!


That is really all that's left

.

.





One more time


--


One more chance


To


Tell the truth

•••


One love



One life

••

You

(?)


Who

(?)


Wandering thru

••


Street lights shine

//


//

The strange police man

The ***

The loveless poverty


//

Holy song

One more day

One more chance


To come alive



.

.


Ya feel
Em up !

Watch em break !

As you do so wisely walk away

From all the stupid girls


•

They lost themselves in the mirror !

They lost themselves to vanity


They say

I WAS IN LOVE WITH HIM !

//

)(

He was her walking *****

Her ******* fantasy

)(

Oh yes

Come read

The egotistical poetry

Of all the stupid girls

As they throw their stupid lives away


.

.



Fragile grace

( Life )

//

Greenwich Village Sunday Song

)(

Yes

It is remembered

////

An honest person would die to protect


The honor of total TRUTHFULNESS

::

All the poets are dead

••


Greenwich Village Sunday Song


)(

Church bells and children with flowers and ribbons

In their hair

//

The poets are dead

But I am here



.

.


Tomorrow


Comes for us all


::


One god

One love

//

Only selfishness destroys a man

//

We all know all truth

//

See the child over there

.

.


Hey little one


Walk on


)(

Hear

(........ (?)  ......)

It's the Morphine SONG



Numbed into a sense of non existence

We call love

••

( zombie love )

//

Seeing each other thru vulture eyes

••

Come away child

These poets here don't mean you any good

)(

)(

I have come

//

You are here too

••

We are they only power that is here


.

.


Thru the


Night and the Rain



||||


The ***** Dawn


cities of fire

In a nation born

From lies and misery

And total fraud

•


• )( do you know me now  ? )(  •


SHE


My love


she

Come from


The only seed

Of our

Humanity


She my only love


•



We speak of wild romance

Our Escape Fantasy !

//

In the face of each other's pain

We pretend to be

Some sort of savior

::

The cities are on fire !

The nation is gone !


Still we shuffle along

The road of ****** slavery

Till the ***** Dawn

reveals our Cold Depravity

//

::

::

//

Come

Be my love


.

.

The only way to describe hello poetry love

Is to say :

THERE IS NO NOBILITY TO IT


.

:


.

I just read about some MEDIC

Awarded the CONGRESSIONAL

MEDAL OF HONOR

for saving lives under fire in Iraq

Getting shot and killed

In The American south somewhere

For walking down the street with

A black girl

•


( practice MINDFULNESS )


•

.


Little Girl

( on the road ---
To the market place

( sacred

Market Place )

//

Sacred little girl

Going to the

Market Place


:::

( the sacred market place ..

The sacred little girl

Carries a Wooden Basket

Covered by a Linen Cloth

)(


To the market place

The sacred market place

"""


Everybody sees her

And her wooden basket

Covered by a linen cloth

What is in the basket ?


Proudly she walks amongst them

With her wooden basket

Covered by a linen cloth


•

To the

Market place


The

Sacred market place

The sacred little girl

Is here




.

/  • ) • )   \

/ \

///


we don't ask too many

Relevant Questions

because we really don't

Wanna know

What's goin on

( do we ? !

"""

We just

Drop our pants

And buy and sell ****

THAT IS ALL

)(


We think

SOON I'LL GET TO DIE AND ALL

SUFFERING WILL BE OVER !


;;

we are THE POETS

and this is what we do



.

.





ancient


The story line

||


Eyes peer out the window

••
•••

The long war is ended

~~


Tiny boat


Leaving the harbor


( she .... she .... she )


She will be free

)(

One tiny step

Ahead

Of the slaughter

•


Salt sea breeze

Sense of

Immediate danger


)(


The song so rough

as tough as the water

As poor as the dream

;:;


But we

Choose to survive

Ancient Love

From one to all others

|~|

Tiny day

The human race


Just might survive


What do you say ?



.

.. ..  " * " .. ..

()
/\
/\

--


little lost angel

Boy of pure mountains

||~~||
O

•

Gentle sweet shepherd girl

Walking thru the valley

••

Proud song starts playing

•

---

•

Holy waters flow

And the lovers dream of me

••


••

Place your story simply

Here for everyone to know

:::

Hands and eyes

******* and *****

The new child is

Coming into being !


)(

Little lost angel boy

a sweet and gentle

Shepherd girl

)(

I wonder if you know them

I wonder if you ever will

I hope you do

( and so this song is writ for you )

Do you dare to understand

The love that lingers

Everywhere ?



.

/\
0
_

(                              )


::

the soft soft death by love

She urinates into the flower *** and

Shoots up

;:;

She stands naked before the window

And masterbates

Pretty soon

The phone rings

)(

She had died 1000 times

She has never been reborn


She calls herself BROKEN

she is known as

SOMETHING ELSE

•

love (?)

She reads the love poems on her screen

She thinks of simply calling herself depressed

And getting drunk

But now the doorbell is ringing

And it's time to get to work

)(



.

.



She wanders the streets like a dog in heat

Rubbing up against fire hydrants

Babbling inanities about  HIS EYES !

and sterile safety

And ultimately

Social fear

)(

Sniffing each other in and out

Panting and salivating

Like an addict getting FIXED

)(

Subtle the odor of death

Subtle the stink of oblivion

In the blank stares of naked children

Seen as objects and used as fools

)(

Melting

Merging

Meaninglessly

Till dead from boredom

And tired of ******

And getting *****


They finally

Get a job

Or go on welfare

Mindlessly existing

Till the agony ends


.

.
/ )    ) \
/\


==+==


(  •  )      (  •  )
||                          ||

­
poet boy

Lost his way

In the Vallley of the Big *****

Of the girls with the skinny legs !

( he just pretended to be a saint

And then he ****** them

One by one )

••


He lost his way

<>

To the aroma of the sweet ****

)(

He just pretended to be a saint

::

And then he ****** them

One by one

••

Little poet boy

Headed for the high hill

To find truth

::

But he lost his way


I hope he makes it home

Someday


.

.

/    • )  • )   \

/  \

><><><


& so lovely

( the wind and the rain )


||

She

( sighs of deepest melancholy )

Sees the children

And calls them home

••

And you , there

In your city solitude

Is there something

You truly have to say to me ?

~||~

the wind and the rain

~||~

She holds the child by the hand


They look around and wait for you



.

.



(                              
                        )
( ­               
                    )    
(
\/
/ \
/     \


:::



Holy Water

The stream in the mountains

Hippies gather


The world ( again ) is saved



)(


Freedom


()()


The children of the world


( you )?)

:::


Gentleness returning

)(

)(

)(

///////////////////

It is a lovely place indeed



.

...

... Oh say can you say

anything at all ... (?)

•

Or perhaps

DO something

? (?) ?

•
• +•
•
•

)(

|||        the rain it falls ||| for 1000 years       |||

( ... And the days are long  MY LOVE ... )

"""

///:) _ oh god ! What have we done ? _ ( : \\

)(

( we ****** )

)(

The child on the tenement fire escape


She will be dead

Very soon

•

Underneath the ****** moon

Oh look !

( it's DONALD TRUMP !!!!! )

=•=

//0\

[[ question ]]

If the DONALD declares that he is transgendered

And is really a she

And he wins the election.

Would he / she

Then be considered our

First

Female president (?)

)(

Ah !!

Such REVOLUTIONARY

Times !!!!

•

We live our loves like

Mere bumps  on a log

Hoping no one comes and ***** on us

)(

•


The superficial days !

Even our pain is superficial

//

( Tiny little scratches on our arms ! )

)(

Whimpering little boys and girls

Singing so adult - like !

Psalms of terminally broken hearts !!

)(

But

When we die we are truly dead

-""-

with visions

Of naked bodies

Floating thru our

Otherwise

Empty heads !


.

.


To the Source of Death !

)(

Let us rid the world

Of the Desease

Of our Faithlessness !

)(

X

O

( our loveless *** )

( < and our sterile poems

Of imaginary love > )


•
••+••
•
•

yeah !

Let's actually

BE FREE !

( if you want )

Yeah

There are some things we gotta do

If we truly woild be true !

.:.

To the source of death !

•


Let us meet there

And become strong


.

.




The true love walk in the park

All the fancy babes !

The long  slim legs

and the bouncing *****

The ******* mouth

And the haunted eyes

:::

the cute *** smile

And the promised hands

The long love walk thru

The promised hands

||

All the lovely daughters

Rottening on the vine

The subtly irony

Dwelling here



.

/  )  )  \
/ \
(
        (
                 (

||                              


Sing

--


The silver

Railroad tracks

In the desert sun

•

Freedom (?)

We know it's gone but we don't

Say a thing

<>


It's like we be getting paid

To die slowly

And look like we're having fun

Fornicating

In the back of the bus


Just so the tourists can see

Somethin ta tell their friends

When they get home

//

Mastorbation jelly bean ride

Toward the setting sun

Thinking of the things we done

Instead of giving love

••

Out in the rain

Vagrant honeymoon song

What went wrong ?


Ta tell you the truth :

I just can't say



.

... ( / * * | | * * \ ) ...

(                               ///////                            )

•••••


be my love


The

Fire escape

The vision is free

The 1000 children

The dancing in the street

The feeling of gentle grace

Of justice

And righteousness

""""

Be my love

""""

Soft as the mother

On the rooftop

Holds the babe

And the bright eyes of the fathers

Seeing that all are safe


For my love

•••

The soft truth from the mountains

Eternal sanctuary

The pure joy of lovers

Who come with the dawn


Within the arms of anyone

//

Oh yes my love

••


The one day

The fullest embrace

The Lord and the saints

Yes

Yes !

Anyone



Anyone



.

) •



Born from ...

The earth's eternal

PROMISE  

//

You always

KNOW

that

We are here !

) •

the power that is

Purely Righteous

//

Would never abandon you

In such a

Miserable world

)(•      >

Oh yes ) •

Right here


HERE WE ARE !!!!!

///

Rise up from

slavery

Don't have to be

Misery 's child

)•(

You are the one who chooses

You are the one who decides !


)(

yes !

Just say yes !

&

Come alive



.

.



?

( oh why don't ya ? )

-""".

0

say yes to me now

(Oh oh )

( ( Oh oh ) )

Say yes to me now

:://::

Born into a time of treason

Torn into by the vultures of scorn

)(

See all the

Children in the shadows

Of an ugly world

||          ||
=0=


little child groping for freedom

Oh oh

Come to me now

Oh oh

Just say yes

To what you believe in

Say yes

To yourself


.

.



Who  

Is that lovely child (?)

""


Borne

By sacred questioning

To the heart of

All that really matters


"" • """

///

We are the

Gentle

The human

//

In this day called

THE END OF DAYS

••

she wanders

Out of the lust

Out of the ******* scenario

From the grafitti

Unto the hills and fields

//

The song of freedom !

Anyone can sing !


Come !


The long way home

It's a life worth living

A life of total honesty


.

.




Weep !

YE sons of Man

•

the winds !

Stark  !
Cold !
Real !

The illusions are gone !

•            •

Only the living of a lie

Only the ignorant population


Only
The ugly death

Of the human race remains

##

We write our  LOVE POEMS

Praising our power to cause pain !

Praising our irresponsibility !

Praising our temporary

******* over- ride

Of utter infantile behavior !

Our ******* sound byte usage

Of words like " forever " ( wow ! )

&

" I gave  you Everything

( you just didn't notice !" )

::

That only tell us

Of where you hide

//

Oh well

No one is listening  Anyway

When you are finally really dead

I guess I'll know it by the stink

.

.

( you may )


||           ||

--
--

Moma told me it would be alright

)(

she wakes up

She looks around

She don't know

What she sees

•

The long hard image of the days to come

•

The terror in each stranger's eye

::::::

The statue rusting in the rain

::

Our memories soon dead and gone

( she )

••••

The 2 masted ship the the harbor

Pirate flags over Monterey

//

The minstrel boy

Singing o'er the waters

Of the San Francisco Bay

)(

Dream !

Young boys and girls

WE ARE FREE

"""
we are free

//


The solitary girl

Declares the new day

//

She is not a stranger


She sits serenely in the sand

The high bird is flying


Await the rebirth of man



.

.


only one love

( Only one )


//

ARISE !

YE SONS AND DAUGHTERS

OF


MAN !

//

//

Look at you !

Is THIS how you will spend your days !?   !?

(  (  trying to wet yer whistle

And just

**** and moan ! ) )

AND BE DUMBER THAN ****

FOR ALL ETERNITY ! -- (?)

..

ARISE !

YE

THE HUMAN BEINGS

IN THE DAWNING OF PURE GRACE !

::::

Ye gentle boys and girls !


Fighting ( AS ONE )

The demonic enemy !

/:/

/:/

/:/


Only one love

( only one )

//

We are the lovers !

Come on

Be among


.

.



the 1000 poems !

Drifting down the screen


Each one a tale

Of

Heartbreak

And suffering

//


Yet not one says

WE ARE       ALL !

ENDURING

HEART BREAK AND SUFFERING

ALL  !

SO

WHAT REALLY IS IT GOING DOWN ?

//

And so the heart break and suffering go on

//


And why ?

••

Well

For the same reason it started in the first place !

JUST SIMPLE

UGLY

SELFISHNESS !

//

Each one wrapped up

Only in themselves !


.

~~



:::

the simple boy //

The valley and the hills //

•

He sees the lonely girl

//

//               //

0---0

Does anybody know her name  ?

||

The boat with the magic sails

Is in the harbor now

()

Sweet gentle boy

Upon the dream that rides the breezes

""

Sees the primal seed

He sits down and does await

••

She'll come when she shall

)(


He sees the boat in the harbor

And waves

//

What bursts forth is a

Mighty Song



.

.


wisdom is ripe on the Tree

//

From ancient cities True Men come

••

)(

he looks at himself in the ***** mirror

//

Through all cloudy memories

Visions of his true self still appear

//

within the myths

Still at hand

//

He wanders completely

Out all doors

Into the Story finally seen

••


HOW DID THEY GET HIM TO BELIEVE

THAT ALL HE NEEDED WAS SOME

DITZY GIRL !

••


young love

---

where real pride

Stands up and

Conquers Shame !

)(

He wanders down the street

//

He sees


Everything quite clearly now


.

.


" I love you ! "

She said

"""

I replied :

" good !  Love is what leads one

To enlightment and peace ! "

•

" BUT FROM YOU I'VE ONLY GOTTEN

HEARTBREAK ! "

••

" well "

I said

" then you don't really love me "

••

••

.



And the wind !

And the stars !

( but a different god was there ! )


Amid the Visions

And the **** )

""


As such we are


As the rain falls

And the poets play with their bodies

And prepare to tell the world !

gutter

Playing with our bodies

•

It's okay cause we call it LOVE !



.

.

How I love to call you DARLING !


( it makes me feel
Like I am 13

Instead of only 10 ! )

••

••

I love to cuttle up with you

My little pen knife //

And dream of carving my initials

Across your chest

For I want you forever

Of I'll die ! Just die !


//

Someone said to tell you

That you should

WET MY WHISTLE

By I don't really know

What they mean

•


I loved being naked with you !

It made me realize

THERE ARE SOME THINGS WE

JUST GOTTA TALK ABOUT !


//

My Darling !

Oh I love to call you

DARLING !

and pretend that we are 13 !



.

.


but no one was listening

And now  ... (?)

//


only the dark waters

And the lonely shore

)(


Only the shot up

High school


Only the policemen in the park


)(

The flood !

""

Soon we' ll all be dead

Everyone

•

All our poems say

I LOVE YOU !

And yet

) alas (

No one is loved !!


.