"When bell peppers shrink" he said!
When frozen fish flip like hamburgers he said again.  

In his face  she threw
The heaviest head of cabbage. The king of fresh cabbage.  

He left with a pruned up eye and the warning to make it home by five.

She gave away a chance from heaven.  
**** a man and keep him humming
Was there a way to make him jealous
His mama wished he didn't love her.  
Only when their tear drops simmer.  
Did she know he had no lover.
Play these games until he's desperate.
Let him run and chase you to the door.
I only wish there was an angel.  
To tell me how I can prevail.
Let me know if life's a big joke
I can give up and take it all slow
Have you seen the age of wisdom
Tell them all it is a kingdom
Let boys play pool
Where the gals take home a prince.
I made a living picking up your garbage.  
And now I'm living like a pond **** frog
Wishing the moon will turn me handosome.
All I know is loneliness the bad sin.  
I can't fight your brand new lover
All I do is talk about ****.
Give live and I'll wake up sober
Pure my soul inside the broken glass
Give me all a leaf can signal
When it falls into a road block
Promise me love won't blow away.
How can ground come nearer
Tell me that I'm just a house away.

All the world
Like pop corn
Kernels
Bounced
Unable to
Escape the buttery
Lake of obesity.

The old Murray island White House
Still coughs in her salt water grave.
Her ships are gone.
Her old wooden barnacles
Have no place in this day and age.
My mind grows tranquil and
Like a shore bird
I sill want the same old herring
Who danced like sailors all day.  
On top of the smooth green waters
They fell in love with this place.  
They stayed like salmon
Returning to their graves.  
So few are left now
Only the stubborn ones
Who never grow up
To leave their bay.

Queen-  my years in the scattered pebbles.  Each weigh of my feet and hands get closer to the sand.  
So I will drown where was he laid.  
I see no more alive
I won't survive my life.  
So let me drift with this sea.

I have to see you two naked...

****!

It's all the same

If I was blind.  You would
Just say God Dam you!  

Then throw me in the dumpster.  

Well some one worst then you two
Found my Asian logo
And now I can safely say
They want to pray your boy friends
Gay away.  

Ya,
But even I can't see god
You guessed it
I'm in church  twenty four seven
Three sixty five
Wishing the pastor
Quit farting in his microphone.  
I'm always to close because
The sound man says he can't
Hear a rat
Munch a page out of Genisis
Ya it's the same.  

Either place I end up
I always get used.
I get pushed
And when that happens
I ALWAYS QUIT *******
WORKING.

Sounds like someone I know.  
Peace out!

When I was young
The tv promised us
We would see
What we always wanted
And so my cousin
Kept me awake
To see the first white flake
Hit the ground like
Goose feathers gliding through the sky.  
My mother lit a smoke
And said why do want it to snow.  
And Jared softly whispered  
In her ear like a delicate
Crumb of frost.

" grandma watched us
Out side her window"
And now I get
To watch her
Play in the snow

The boss is a portrait
Of you at the ripe old
Farting age of 50.  
This isn't new
You are what you do.
There's no disclaimer
Only a chance to dead lock
A kids collar and say get out
While there's still time.  
You know the rest
He gets his **** together
And delays the dentures
From sticking
To tongue sat age 29.  
I know it's all just numbers.  
But who wants
To be the one to premature *******
Lost hope.

Like a walrus he
Puffs the white foam from
His whiskers
And tells me,
No tells all of
Us he never touches
The ****.  
Because the worst
Fifty years of
His life
Never went
Any farther
Then
A Full
Case of
Scotch
Waiting
For the perfect
Moment.

She's brushed against those pebbles
Those sinking fragments of once solid builders mean nothing but sand
Between her toes
Broken like the promise he washed
Out like the green hollow eyes
Of empty beer bottles.  
She kisses her hands on its cap
And throws the stars of plankton
Wishing the oceans did not have a chance to play with her empty hollow heart.  
Out goes the tide
Like a slow dance
Out goes the bottle

He lost it all with a shot
Out goes the chance
He messed it all up with schnaps
Out goes his soul
Out goes the dry inks
Hope.  
Out goes the only humidity
Tears create.  
Out goes her hope
Like a proven mermaid.

Like these god dam eruptions
I cant stop doing what I shouldnt.
My brother cant sleep
Because im makin noises
And im condemed for eternity
Unable to wait for the solid blue sleep
Of dreams
Uniterupted by hick ups
Im a fool
Who cant hold my breath long enoupgh
To prevent murphys law from actually happening.
I guess the worst did happen when I died at eighty five
With out a god murmur or impulse
To drink like the stork who cant find
Anyones perfect baby.
Tell him it doesnt matter
Im saying good by to indegestion and lauphter.

1

Black beans
The earths hair
The roots of her body
Gazed  at my blue horizons
Like endless hills of wheat.

2.  We ran away in
This red convertible
Your arm smiled
Like the way
That Bonnet you wore
Shun with your smile
In the front seats warming leather.

3.   I can't believe the elm trees
Welcome a rattle of wind like the way their leaves
Leave   his midsummer dreams.
How Cana boy
Finally
Return
With his crazy lover
Like the American dream
Was all about her desire.  

4.  I told ya she took all I had and I'm still
Dancing
Like the wide rivers
Releasing the passion
Inside of crying glaciers.  
To keep my river fresh and blue forever
Like generations
Of salmon returning home.

The brown found autnm
Was inocent on union street.
And I thought of what he
He said.  
" why do we all turn dull
If necessary like the faded colors
Of running salmon".
Why do we inhale the thick burning air and never couph from
The  smokes obituary.
I was young
And navy blue
He was old and
Hansome stash tan.
A scouts honor
Grows into man
And I learned to love
The final stage
Of covered land

I'm here everyone
And I'm mite
Be able to
Give you
The reason
For this mans funeral.
The truth
We'll
The truth
Is five of years
Of blow
And iced ****
Probably
Made us
Murmor
To ourselves
No ****!
However
We mustn't leave
Behind respect and dignity
Because we're all
Or some of us might end up
The same person
With out any caution
Like the poor dog
Who's lepton asphalt
We'll
I'm just as blunt as
What we were all thinking.  
Yes
Even the priest heard or
Considered
The human heart of tragedy.  
Even our boys
And girls
Loose the scopes of piety.  
I just want one more
Truth
Because I'm aching like
Some one else's deed body.

The Currents attack like an octopuses claw
The dead dark musky scales unthaw.

All winds of nite
Do tell
Us the true
Way to howl
From in our hearts
The stars become
Endurring emblems
Before fresh morning
Frost harbors
Like mute
Crowds
And then
Like last minute
Stragglers
They fade
And leave
The ground unthawed.

Oh how the mind ripped
Apart.  
My nature, my train of thought
Spun it's tracks.  
My broken fences
How I say forget it
I can quit carrying about the
Stupid beers
The *****
And the assistant doctor I was.  
Go home she'll stay
And you'll go home
Come in
She's gona make it
And maybe we can all ruin
The small edges
We can rip apart easier then cards.  
The wax
My muse
My disturbance
My week to say some will die at thirty
Your only a baby
At  23 leaving
A home with out children
I froze into a sumit
To win and regretted
The pain half way between
The sin of quitting
Ahead of much needed work.  
My mind raced
Like the stars
Which shattered a
Busted lite bulb
On black canvas.
And I said isn't midnight a *****
When your at the bar
Getting to drunk
For your own good.  
When your getting
A empty wallet
Tossed at you like
A varsity  pitch
Tomorrow some nice guy
Returns your keys and wallet
Saying
What the hell happened to you.

Hauled away
  Like expensive tuna
God dam mr. Flood
  He flipped like a schooner.

One in eight
God damit we
Lost our souls.
Now the men
Work until they boil.
We saved and paid
But still lost it all.
Yes we still collect unemployment.
I was young and now im
Asked how good I am at bending over.
I used to sell needs
To bring them fortunes.
Now im stuck wondering if
I brought them fame.
I am to old to tell my sons
When ill have to leave.
They dont understand how my memories fading.
Im trying and hoping they return
But I understand why they burn out.
I only wish they would forgive
The way I gave up.

This yard used to cover up
My uncles last big mistake
Of taking forgiveness
Away from Venus.
His family  of grass
Grows and struggles
Hoping the gods of life
Give them all a greener pasture
But inside the roots lay short
Grains of regret.
Wishing the winds rain dance
Moves his coldest summer.

Is it the same crap next door
When she has to yell
And he's driving away with the loud music.
He said **** it and continued to work with
Her cell phone
Like it was any other army morning.

Oh man im getting confused again.
There are so many posible jokes to dive into.
My friends a huge ****** now.
I dont even want him to talk to me again.
Besides gossip I spilled my guts a woman for the eighth time.
She hugged my shoulders on a small town block after the cops left.
Im distracted because im lonley.
All failure kept telling me to do was to take my mother out to lunch.
Isnt it funny how tax returns arive in may.
I dont care to much about her.
My mother knows how much I need to impress my father
But im cravin unreal dreams.

My husband went into the eye
Of nothing
No post card
No message from imigration
Ill send him my corn money
And peel mangos in chilli powder
With his daughter
Until mayday ends
Our stomachs lauphter
If he finds a way in again
Ill meet him at St Annes
Out side of the park
Under the oak shades.
If he finds a way in again
Ill promise to keep this family together
Eternaly.

Oh how the streets
Make wonderes  smile
Even when failure
Has let them down
They see the home coming bus
Still reads ten and all the stops can
Slow down their minds
Into the trance of time
to teach  patience is not being alone
In the world of missed chance
Still smiling away feeling how great ful
It was to be out and about.

Unpayable bills
Not enouph hours
Not enouph freedom
The dreaded voice
We make
Scares are friends
Makes them worry
Were becoming some number
Over seas
Some number
In a line up
Made of unequal stamps.

If there only exisisted one day
Framed between only sunst and early dawn.
Id wait until the split second when
A cloud soars into my eyes while pink tears
Fall away from my chin to
Drop into the  bay as if a thousand casual every day
Strangers here and now  could notice how many
Grains of sand got tooken for granted
In the golden hours when work looses
The anxious wave of taking back our sunset
And bearded moss filled evergreen dreams.

If so meaningless and
Misunderstood
How can birds sing.
We know love but interpretation
I said we have no imagination
Echo my sounds repeat my calls
Stay simple like a sparrow.

Whats lost when the masses
Make a pose. All of them out there
Standing the streets
So natural and frozen
I could disapear for eons
Hoping
Ill live forever
Regretting the punishment
Of
Knowing I forgot my third eye
To observe

the forgettable souls simmer and
Rise into the open air
And fade forever with all
The uncaptured moments
In time
Un able to repeat the same exact perfection.

Tell em I came to end the days
Theres no more life inside my bones.
Give em the best day I know
And throw it to the dogs.
My big face was decieving.
My eyes are growing cold.
I was grounded with the water
And now the time is told.
The endings always numb.
So i took to my advantage
And landed in the white caps.
Its only just second
So dont think I was wrong.
My mothers a helpless women
Who lives with out a sun.

The gulls become packs of namads
And the burnt out  soul begins  to
Curse at the dim skyline
And never apreciates
Looking into the sweet taste of grapes
Inside a brown paper bag.
But in reality the birds could care less
One has an apple
One gets a seed
Calling  the cry
As if passed from one generation
Like a mother gives away her soggy brown eyes.

Old lady who smiled at me
Through the resturant window
On proctor street.  You ruined
Everything when you
Turned your head and
Noticed I had a camera.
Thats when you made a pose.
I apreciate the humor.
But please dont do it again.
You destroyed a great portrait.
Take care ill drop off the print
In a couple of weeks.
If you dont work ill assume
You are a well known regular
And do the same anyways.
Dont take offense I needed
To be quicker with my camera.
Ba by.

One quick touch
One space
She came in
The same place
He ran out.
She had had to much.

She held my hand and showed
Me her husbands thorny past.
As in you can still find patches of
Green with sharp pointy canyons
Between what seperates life and reality.
She stuck with the hopes of using lady bug magic
To clear the bugs off of a less then perfect flower.
It worked because her judgement ingnored the first
Fragrance of spring.  Though still winter she gets always gets
Ready for a new start in spring.  So she will be ready to sing
All over the wishing well and look through the wooden frame
To picture how we hold hands in a public garden
On a gravel path packed in with every foot step.

If I tell you the artist broke the law
because the phrase "I know" really
means unstopable.
Because the engineer cant look back
wards.  Or else he would see
Letters latching onto steel hooks.
And understand the art of comodity.

There isnt D as in
Look at a dumb boy
Who cant tell time
when the minute hand lands
on six thirty five.
But the letter C meaning
Compassion comes like
The girl with cancer who  knew
I was Dyslexic.
She came back  and I missed
her funeral.

The heavens cry open exposing joy.
Out every star we see our lovers
Moving and dancing in universal
Order.  And forget we ever lost
The view of someone we loved.

Salmon egg red
Is liter then
The hiiden color
Purple.

Letters of love.
Show me the barrier
That seperates continents.
Will I know
The oceans sink
The love I send.
Wrap me up in glue
And seal the words
I love you in the conflict.
Lonley is the sour milk
On my desk.
The smell of socks rotting
In the wrestlin room.
Brings back the yoga from moorakas.
Make me fresh like a corpse of
Dead chum.
Fill my heart in a river from the
Red eggs I killed and gave to
Crab fishermen.
The heads are open with clear kelp teeth.
Unwind the widdower who says
To punture her lungs with a knife.
He knows the pain and conflict
When she breaths to die.
Snap a picture to tells us 100 feet
From air yeilded a 25 pound trophy.
The stranger lets us watch his knife
Open a rare white chinook.
The fire we watch was gutted and rinsed
In a metal sink.
The deeper we dig into flesh
The more we see war.
But the smell of salt water
And white bones
Feeds fresh souls.
And smokes our dreams when the red metal who
Holds hickory ambers.
The solitude is unforgiven when I
Die in dreams.  
Therfore I wake up next to
The chunks and blood red wine
As though gun shots provide reflection.
Back pack with me in empty meditations.
And understand we all must progress
Into the conflicting heart,
And see what cardiac death
Hides behind the scary last breath
Of euphenasia in my mind.

There are times we must slow down
And start the old process
Like writing with a pencil
In a marble slate with college ruled lines.
We begin to see the truth
And realize how easy it
Is to say our imagination
Is complex.
But the words are easier
Said then done.
We will grow and pass
The shades in our livingnsoul.
To see reality isnt as bad as it seems.
We all must work
Theres no way around work.
But the real job is discovering
Your own past in a way
That shapes us into
The person we see
While we walk alone.
The meditations are faulty.
But once  in a while
The greatest thing possible happens.
You become deffiant
To human nature.
And keen to the way
The world looks
And you see your self
Chasing dreams
Like a child
Looking for the ball
Lost in someone elses yard.
Have the guts to get everything back.
Before the loss Is to great.There
Before the ball forgets
You the child are to old
To ride bikes and to old
To hear the newest changes
Through the young mind
That died in the old body.

Pure whey protein tub.
Lets make boys body builders.
Gym memberships rise.

The mating dance changed
My testicles move a train.
Will you be my wife?

To pelt the world in ice and graves.
To feel how quiet this part of town feels
When the lites turn on we will not sleep.
We will not dream of anything tonite
We will run like the chinook salmon runs
To flood the world in rivers alive
With pain the pain of peace.
The pain after loss.  
What will come here when the hedges pop
Out like boxing gloves.  
Out of me is songs apollo sang.
Out of him and I we dance with
Wounded leggs.  And prove
How sweet salt tastes on gashes of death.
How sweet to taste imortality when
The cars speed.
What now is a world full of saints.
To fill markets with fresh fish.
And throw the bottles of whiskey
Where they belong.  Where they are warm
Proves how hot my sweater gets when my
Forhead clams up.
My scarf unwraps and we run
With out our cloths down pearl street.
Let there be muse forever on feet and side walk.
We mustnt forget why we break free from
The shakles of eternity.  
The horrible shakles of wild life.
Are finally pure gold.
The softest medal to bend.
And we leave the tempting
Medal behind and choose to
Drink the rain  drops.

That art of fuge
Let bach rise in
The grass the neihbor
And I are mad for.
The top of my longues.
Every inch in my gut the air
Escapes with the scream
I saw this morning.
The lonly seagull flying
Over blue waves
Moves to fast to paint
The muse on sail boats
Searching fornwind.
The wind to go north.
Towards the border
Of new places.
The heart im told
Explains my metaphoric soul.
But from the angle I saw
Captured me with music.
How mad was john clare
When he saw the whole entire world.
He wasnt crazy
Im crazy to ingore
The muse.
The moonlite sonnata
And day breaking dawn.
Where the trees dead rings
Tell me thirty years ago
My mother saw six feet of snow
And she was glad.
Wennever can get tired
When we act like children.
The liberation hears every
Seed in a pink lady apple.
We were born to feel
The colors of art.
We were born to die in
The irony of death.
We came out with the ego
Of a thousand parrots
Repeat what youve learned and
Heard.  Give it to the universal
Brahma of creation.

No more komakazee crows
No more angry nehibors and
Their apple guns.
No more slow winks.
No more toilet bowls
And no more ham.
No more wet hair after a shower.
No more drooling on my face.

Remember that **** dog.
Remember you and him kissed like eskimos.
Remember sleeping in my train tunnel.
I wish I still played with trains.
I wish I still played euphonium.
I wish we never lost our house.

My old friend, is it time for me to go away.
You were the last.
The last pet mom ever will own.
She told us no more animals.
She cried tonite,
She said im so sorry soxy.

A longntime ago
A longtime 6 hours in school felt.
A long strected out cat
Waited for us on the steps.
I rubbed my face in his glossy chest.
I rubbed my third grade nose up and down
His body hoping for a play bite.
His tongue licked my ears three times,
Three times until he took a bite.
My hands resembled the bird,
The bird he never killed.
He turned me into a contortinist.
He made  my leggs cramp.
He made my matress his middle ground.
His middle my yoga sleep.

After showers he hunted my head.
He layed on my face.
He licked my dripping buzz cutt.
He licked the milk off of my first mustache.
He ruined the left over ham.
He made my favorite sandwhich
A challenge.
He could smell me open the can and mix the
Mayonase with pickles.
He left me a dead mouse on my train tracks.
He had white drops of paint on his paws.  
White furry paint,
Mom told us he had sox on his feet,
He was born with the name we gave him
Sox not socks,
Not the socks you get tired of wearing.
Not the socks you get mixed up durrning laundry.
Our sox kept us on our toes.
Our sox.
The **** cat
That really owned our house.
Hell always be sox,
The **** cat,
The **** voice my brother made up.
The **** drool I let rub against my face
Will never go away.  

Ill kiss him like an eskimo.
Ill biuld him a eskimo fire
And hope he chooses to
rub noses with My dog J.C again
I hope he goes gently into the nite (Dylan Thomas).

The ancient tacoma grainery,
Stands in a corner of its own now.
Tne dark tunnell still has leggs when
she lets go.
The dock street rail yard fills up the city like a
loaf of hotnsteamy bread.
Farther down our ambitious tycoon
Stacks up condos, wheat pancakes,
Is his breakfast of choice.
They demolished the old elks club.
Which sprung across the street
like a walmart super store.
Blue and yellow is workers vest
perks and all.  Their members still
grase for golfballs off the ten million dollar tees.
There isnt much enjoyment, they'd rather drink.
Last month my two foot clarks walked through the sliding dorrs hospitality.
Wanting to see the high mountain of sucess,
I looked for organic oats.  
My minds to random.
I inch up to the screen and see the faces of migrant workers,
Hang like meat.
After six months in america half the under employed,
Are giving up.
Deported with their children.
My hope still goes out to the college students.
And their first morgage of inflamatory dough.
They all buy up every job still hoping for change.
No marrijuana in public,
Get away while the officers turn their backs,
With their guns to pepper a face.
In the taxing store.
Im afraid we smoked heavilly.
Love to the workers,
Love to their vests.
Everythings devoliping to quick.
My new bike slices by cars of ritz crackers.
Everthings been built to last.
There nothing left to buil on,
Only a few vacent lots that wait for tresspassers.
One man dives through a trash can and isnt scared.
He picks out a hamburger bun and eats his lunch.

A glaciers  ice melts,
The river releases fresh silt,
Here come the salmon.

The rags to riches,
You know what's burried in the face,
The waiters ambitious nature,
A cooks heratige,
My friends are millionaires.
One day ill listen and
Learn about the secret
lives.  
The rags to riches,
One day the cook will
want me to know,
and so will the waiter,
I always wanted a......
Do you think I can......
I know.......
One day my friends will open up
like a embarrased oyster.  

What ever feels akward for week.
Goes away like a bad haircut.
I hope the bad hair cut never grows out.
Every face is bare and naked,
Tender eneouph to give kisses
the kisses that are couageous.
Ill never forget the times outside
my friends and I spent smuthering
eachother in lipstick.  Thats what friends do
Friends kiss eachother when the days are helpless.
Tell me more about being a rapper.
Tell me more about your resturant.
Tell me more about being a laywer.
Ill kiss you and say the dreams never leave.
Ill kiss them all and say the dreams never leave.

will the swamp sink my own troubles again.
I saw a frog hop to find another city.
Where he could remain who he should of been.
His career is to live with flies.
Of course  he doesnt mind.
If only icould be a frog.
Id be sattisfied living in a bog.
No matterwhere I go ill stay the same.
Like a frog who lillies around hopping for change.
Maybe I should learn the beauty in the swamp.
Then I will surley know where I belong.
Happiness wasnt made out of new rivers.
Its hidden in the marshes where I grew up.
Simplicity is like pond.
Be proud of where your from.
A tadpole becomes a frog.
And builds his life out of what he wants.
His confinement is only where he lives.
When he grows leggs hell know about the world.
And try to move away from boredom.

Find me O muse! authenticate the  missing keys.
Sounds unreplacable like black steinways.
Bring me back the rarest  wood to build
The sound I am after.
Wrap my blisters with white hair
from a Mustangs tale.  
Hair wilder then the opus
made from boiling noodles.
Accent my voice with styles
louder then one thousand Mahler Eights.
Show me another way to see Bradens Beauty.

I found a bone inside some blades of grass.
Could it be Ozymydias the poets dead king?
It must of been the knite who slayed his terror.
I was alone when his steel blade took my life.
Helplessly I heard the grave become my works.
The stone I read out loud around overgrown weeds
Soon opened up, and I tried to run away.
The yellow eyes like a demons eyes,  met my face.
the darkness in his corpse began surounding every grave.
My breath was cold, my shaking body froze as if he had a gun.
Then he ozymydias began to yell at my dying soul.
"Im ozymydias, read my works, Forget me and I will return".
"Few contempoarys have spoken to me, they who remember me
have my mark".  

My arm became a lake of flames.  
His claws penetrated my skin.
On my arm I saw his name.
In me now is ozymydias
the poets dead king.

I took his bone and ranaway,
And at my house I threw it
In the fire place.  I watched
it burn like a horrible book.