O' woman crying in her crowded heart, sleep one more day
with me in my nightmare hell-
O' dwindle in the shade of spades-
O' return to the valley of icy stew, where the tiger mourns his lost wheel-
O' where are our lovely stars, in the fields of endless skies-
O' rapture and silence-
O' greedy fool, let you stop that drool-
O' climb with me to the heavens of speckled dust, where forests of hatred
burn like wonderful amber moons-
O' why does thy heart dive and swoop-
O' what is it behind your corner of gold that the lions hide away from the ancient songs of everlasting beauty-
O' food soft and moist I lick thy sweetness from her brow-
O' soft and frail ***** cat, where is your steaming ball of yarn that thy
plays with in the cold sun-

we lived in the same house once-
he showed me how to break into my own room-
that's why i think he stole sixty bucks off me-
i guess it was a pre-installment-
a payment for a time somewhere down the line-
he swallowed his pride in order to swallow food that day-
yet he lied about his name-
i knew it-
i call him "the grifter"-
spring night crept in-
i hung out with him for most of the day-
i did not want to show him my sleeping spot-
i tried to make a break for it-
he followed-
in the end-
it was him that shared a sleeping spot-
we snaked ourselves into the transport-
quiet cozy i may say-
warm also-
i dreamed that he stole my last five bucks-
it was just a dream-
i don't think i have seen or talked to him since-
maybe i just walked the other way-

something told me to get up-
the bus stopped and i left it feeling lost-
i knew what town i was in-
had for several years-
ten o'clock was coming on-
same with fatigue-
i had some ****-
so i went in search for a place to smoke out for the rest of the night-
even just to lay my body out would be alright-
the garden center was full of soil and sod-
plastic chairs stung all along the wall-
i crept into the sod tent-
i could not afford any rent-
i smoked a joint that night-
i really just wanted soft sleep-
the first of the three nights i slept in the sod tent-
never really got it all figured out-
until my last night-
by that time i had a nice palace-
i was king in my sod tent-
which i squatted in-
different i suppose from breaking in-

that seven days-
i still think about the idea of someone sleeping outside in the cold-
i get very nervous and sad-
when it's cold and i am smoking in front of my home-
then again i kinda smirk and smile-
i know it could happen again-
me outside after the library closes-
sitting and waiting-
wishing and hoping-
i never thought that day would come-
shopping at the dollar store-
thinking i can make it-
all i need is something-
if it rains-
if it rains-
if it rains-
well it did and it got dark-
so i chickened out of the outdoors-
i went in search of warmth-
i found the only fresh grass in the whole parking lot-
darkness is different in the forest-
darkness is different in the city-

O' life-
the red bushes of soft ecstasy-
O' my wounds ever sore-
blistering in the hot sun of December frosts-
O' glorious sadness-
the concrete beauty weeps-
O' joy-
my ocean of skeletons and dive bombing fish destroy the American-
O' fruit-
that grows from the earth bound with thy vein-
O' fair lady-
long hair flowing majestically in the spring breeze-
O' father-
who is a wicked crook that feeds on the thieves of my dreams-
O' you-
standing in the dry mud of song lessons-
O' weather-
cold on my neck where bugs surface-
O' Terror...

I used to run-Never for fun--I would more often be running away from something than to it. I think it started in childhood. Never staying in one place long enough to have to fight every kid in the school.-I liked and i hated it. More often i had no control over it. On reflection it was for the better, my nose bleed too much for a kid my age. -In the second phase of my running career I began running out. Never telling the bosses to go play in heavy tracffic or do your **** self. I had morales and above all practised good manners. Instead i would tell the bosses that i was taking out the trash and make my freedom dash. -Oh, beleive me I flet free. The funny part was when the bosses would call my parents. Just as countless pricipals would do when i skipped classes. My parents would luagh and call them an ***. -Then i began running away. I only did it once...well that's a lie. I ran away from my highschool guidence office, far too drunk to face my parents scorn. "Yeah i drank it all. i replaced it with water, much healthier." -The last time I ran away I thought I was going to find myself. I had lost a part of myself to drugs and alcohol. I thought for sure i would find myself on the other side of the country on a small island on the Pacific Ocean. I went to rehab and could not find the person i went looking for. I thought briefly i had found myself, but when I looked in the mirror i could not even recognize my own face. I blamed my mustache. -I realized that running away to find myself i ran away from my family and my friends. Alas the old dies so the new can be born. -In my opinion if one is to run away it's for good. Never to return to such and such a place again, unless of course you have to do your taxes.

i am the melting sun beams dripping from the children's running sneaker...creeping slow into the ocean of nose hairs sparkling with iodine and rosemary...father farther to the cosmic goop of motherhood and magic mounds of twirling gases...rancid beef so evergreen as if the princess is licking loudly on the frogs back...green of colour my third eye melts her fantasy into rainbows of toxic firearms...leaking valuable oil all over her wedding dress...come into the third eye and hammer away the truths of 1000 years...to fowrad this message is to embrace all that is the third eye...magic and numbers spiral towards the center edge of my reason...pure and criticized like goblins with tiny feet...reach up into your third eye and pull yourself into it with all your power and all your might....stay with it for just one night and reach for the spare tires in the third eyes trunk...don't forget to fill it with melting bubbles of fantastic hot sweet golden ratios where infinity smell like dust bunnies and dust bunnies smell like crystal salts and volcanic ash...spew forth third eye and share the vision of ecstasy and freedom...never cover the third eye with hate and regret only wash it with happiness and fullness...let the third eye rule your heart and towers will melt into concrete and paper will fill the sky...only the can the third eye truly be the way to see your path....spiral softly third eye and forever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and forever see with the third eye....