There were babies feedin on us.
There were tears crying on us.
Until we grew with ambitious hearts.
Until we changed with our young thoughts.
This was our true meditation for ideals.
This was our song.
We used to jump off fallen logs.
We used to land on soft soiled bark.
But we became confused
like a storm.
We tried to beljeved  that
our castle had alligators in the flood.
we dreamed we made out under fog
until we screamed for all the world
to know that our lives felt short.
We couldnt move.  
We were paraliyzed from all talks about life.
This was how we fought.
Tears against tears.
The  world looked fake.
How do we move away.
How can we struggle to find what is our way.
Im here waiting in  a sandy dessert.
My feet loose grip and I slip away again.
Forget about me
We must go on
Since we were never  statues for loves
frozen ponds.  The geese
the worlds worst tradgedy. And I realize were two
dead seas disagreeing.  From what we dreamed of the
Lies we once bought.  And cooked in posinous pots of hands
lifting lids in the rising steam.

The boys of my generation died!
Half their faces smile without teeth.
Every whers the same black or grey
Half alive like their moms.
They brought my best friend down
So his problems could live.
I saw his family kick him out
If you cried with him
Id have no sympathy
They brought my cousin down
Because he couldnt be free.
Finished now
The preacher will see.
Somone sold  my cousin down
Because his mind was never free.
He was my cousin
Weakened with a problem
Broken like a fantasy.
He was my cousin
Living for a dream.
Unremembered crusader
Over come his tortured dreams
He will go at thirty
As if his mom has called him
The son she didnt need.
He was my cousin
And well die never free.

Apluad malcolms quiet stillness.  
Unrooted like fallen timber, and now
to be a soiled waste of passion.  
Mr.  Flood,
Sneaky Mr.  Flood,
Poured ***** in the urn.
One more drink for lifeless
thoughts.  If it be the way of death.
If it be the way of death.  
was it an ugly truth,  Yes,
And malcolm knew how ugly it was.
All the world like a bag of oranges.  
Carried  in high frutose fashion.
But,
Malcolm has no say to be involved in any
more chancless pursuites.  It was for the best in
his case anyways.

A new adonias we weep for
A miiddle aged life tooken
From us by a disturbed
Hairy trigger
We flood the rows
And watch anger
Linger behind stained glass
But forgivenesses message
Dwells in the holy  mans heart
All the worlds unsharpened charcoal
Cant sketch the scene on his deck
When the bullet missed the dart board
And landed inside his precious
Life breathing chest
In here we are safe
In here a wishing well of endless
Purified water from our sadness
Cant ressurect our friend frank rossiter
Few fathers experience lost sons
Few mothers watch their sons
Explain to strangers why adonias
Cant be here anymore
To watch the running
Pigskin at the state foot ball game

At the lite I watched an old but still usefull sports car.
There were twenty two years of cars behind this old sports car.
The last one sped by at the green lite.
We both watched a brand new april four twenty four 2013 mustang straight from the dealer leave the the green lite.  
We knew Eventually it would catch up to and pass the old sports car up ahead.  
When our green lite came I turned around and watched your son Brayden sleep
In his car seat.

my friend read my poems and said "wheres your point"?
The truth *****!
I realized I have no point.
I read robert lowell,
I have john berrymens dream songs.
He seemed disconnected,
I read my journal,
All my secrets confused him.
We all start out ******,
But we all end in happiness.
No matter what I read.
My point leaves, I cant find my
True meaning of meanings.
Hes rite my points a dull unsharpened pencil
But with work ill be a poet.
Im a delussional dream.
Please show me
Every moment I failed at
Writing.  Its a necassary evil
I needed to feel.

The carpet was red, sloppy joe red.
Not like ****** noses or baseball blister red.
But reder then the lava from vesiveus and
Reder then two out of three pigs crying wolf.  Redder then Mr kansees face durring ralphs ****** question in *** ed.  Reder then four square.  But not as red as the moment we hugged our kids and told them we had to leave.

My tour ---left my feet to
Impersonate a college
dream.
There they all where
on the paths next to
The greenest grass
I will ever see.
These girls love to
Hear the sounds
Moving out of
Sheinbeck hall.
He presses down
two valves his trumpet waking up the crammed dormant minds
Of some carelessly young freshmen of philosophy.(they need rest)He made himself
Practice because he loves
The silvery tone escaping from his lips. (I the feeling)
The geology rocks know about his favorite jazz.
I saw one swing around the class through a clear unsmudged window.
Hes been hear and earned a sabaticle.  But like me and
The girl whose  skirts flowwith georgious leaves of ivy inside the
Libary will die before they budge to leave  behind the old court yard bell melody.  The sounds they read upon.
We all wish these days will never end.

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.

Despite all his missing teeth
And bombed out cavities
He can still eat bags of
Bricks and speak
With perfect diction.
Somedays we crave
Revolution when
He crosses the line
And we the
Comittee dream
Of removing
His authority.
but theres nothing
Left. So we press
And pull our cigarets.
and curse the birds
and talk about
Whatever *****
Our fancy.

Inside our own jokes and theraputical
Humor:
We wait for him (our boss)
While his briches swell more
And more every hour
Till his buttons burst
And his yellow fork
Lifts final suicide attempt
Becomes a sucessful send off
After to many
Years it finnaly
****** out
All the unchanged oil
And passes out in the
Mainconcorse next
To all the pigeon ****
On top of all the knick nacks
Behind customer service.

Our arms swung out
Like gills breathing.
We lived for our sucess with numbers and
We faced our bully's wet white hands.  
Our river!  You gave you gave
And we always came.

My ***! Walt Whitman & Ginsberg inc.
I didnt *******!
I didnt eye tea black boys
Tonite my ***! Yes da one
And ubiflated cabage cloud
Hipped out like blue
Trowsetes
Died acidiniated
Lying greenish like salmon
Pink milk
***** sweat pull
Blacked
With satin smooth fantasy
I rotted likeke pecked tomatoes.
******* and left acient in prune meat.
By pass products of crates bigger
Like patatoe famine
Off of grain
Feeding stock bull fabrics.
Letrexaxing condense
As is strangers mated publicly.

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.

My love seaps out like rising chimney smoke.
I fill the air with all my burning logs,
And make the cats and dogs smell like autmn.
will you sustain my never ending flames?
Or do I die with out a chance in hell.
What could I do with out your oxygen.
Id surley burn out and never live again.
Can you decide before I meet my fate.
Its getting cold and Im starting  to burn out.
Why dont you think my purpose isnt strong.
Know this:
It wasnt the fire that kept you warm all winter long.

my friend read my poems and said "wheres your point"?
The truth *****!
I realized I have no point.
I read robert lowell,
I have john berrymens dream songs.
He seemed disconnected,
I read my journal,
All my secrets confused him.
We all start out ******,
But we all end in happiness.
No matter what I read.
My point leaves, I cant find my
True meaning of meanings.
Hes rite my points a dull unsharpened pencil
But with work ill be a poet.
Im a delussional dream.
Please show me
Every moment I failed at
Writing.  Its a necassary evil
I needed to feel.

Something will be found which they cannot express.

The crowd in your white lace dress!!

Your mind thorougly smug
Beneath your wet hairs

A kitten of our love

Oh yea it is shadowed green half way

Round a billion christmas trees
White washed with star bleach!

An evning in a wall frozen like apples...

I felt spiders, lime water poising my skin
like Hiroshima,
                                The falling iguanas (fake)
I lied.

Nothing from south america becomes sand like japanese papers.  Another great poem ******!
                                    (2)

     On the airof this busy pitty progress- I squeal electric darkness.
    May i feel
May i feel

May i feel your divine maze of unsucess?

In desserts very clean.    Thefront yard decided much so or pain.  

The street light in desperation was postphoned with recent tears

With recent tears,  thick syrup,  over winter honey.

Seattle dusk is turned to grand piano keys

With goods.          Pages of grim dead fish

Just **** money out of delicate breeding!

She blushes like a ruby chinook!

Now i have picked where to carve
Her unwrapped layers.

Beautiful things are softer then thin clear bones.  

I know the dead are haphazards.

But im not much from another river.

I have ran over lastyears broken tides with snow bringing the scent of melted cheese.

And life is over

But often times with voice there is so much more.

Unreal crys,  richly pay,half a block, red rosy eyes in the haze.

At last im getting a sweet pool of glaciar water- a sweet place to **** out my twisting invention. An excrement i started, imagination from my impulsive instinct.

Day after she has traveled
Her red painted pond
Treading and changing
Her ashy remains
Towards the slow green hat
Whom guards the geese
With owlish eyes.

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.

I give him a few ***** of crumbled up bread
And watch him dive off of the telephone wires

Hes a vetran

Has he learned to forget about public opinion?
Or does he even care.

                     I dont know who he harmed.

Seems movies have tarnished the crows motive.

Hes a menace?            I guess hes born to be the way he is.  A menace.

                               Though, I dont know the truth about crows

           I just like seing him fly  by once in a while,  ill always prepare

                                          a meal   

                                                        and watch his hungry soul get something good.
                                                         After all he is someone I cant decline a visit from.

Flanel my life
Flanel me with
Scoring leather
Im all alone
Leave me with him
Ive broken bridges
Now oh now
Please sell it to me
The **** she said
Its all blasphemy
Hes leaving with him
Oh god i know
Im playing with dolls
Give it a plastic season
On bad rain
With storm
Leave him on the cruise ship!
Guide my frozen eyes
Save who he was
Please say the raft
Is returning.
Why am i worth pulling.
Hes breaking like twigs
Fading with blueing water
God keeph his mind
Make him sink in thunder.
Ill never go throug life without
Seeing him go.

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

Gypsy faith swirled with wild lebonise tongues touch so close I can make fresh salt water swing into my palms and make orange sunsets fall apart melting and glazing and get close to what I should  have rubbed with my hands I don't know why I never only reached out from where I stood.  I'm close to every person belonging to me.  Not the bitter words slavery I am finally made and maked half the rainy dry baron saharras I distracted with horizon false bare assed view of giant ledggs outside bay glass window widdowers.  Don't count clean eye glasses.  Spect ovals smeared fingers like skyscrapers below unseen explosions of arts fartsy.  Come on expect bird **** people.  A clear window.  A bird cage cubicle.  As Baching  went pecking corn and keyboard.  Don't be a fat fake chicken.  Be a glossy fox.  Be marvelous.

I hear about his face
Being burned.
I hear spokane played
make belive with
The true meaning
of recovery.
Are they all playing
with syringes and
needles so sharp
You could weeve
the strings into
Linnens and
portraits of your
friends disapearing
from every hill
You lied about painting.
Over and over we all
waited at the end
of the tunnel.  until
the last train gave us
the message.  "hes on his own now"
I know they all tried.  
But now they will wait
For him anticipating the sounds
Of bells ringing a cadence saying
" hes somewhere else now"
They ask his mother
" wheres evan"
Even if she doesnt know
Where he is anymore.
Shell drum up half of
The true answer
Simply saying
The words
"I dont know"
"I dont know"

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.

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.

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.

No chicken paprika
No white wine with oysters
No paris!
I was in America buying Chinese food.
You were shopping for dynamite.

A ******* call so I could pay along time.
Exuses excuses no **** no dice.
She hates the pictures of tools and guns.
Why will we fight?  Its knives and points sharpen.  A game with red and green, mixed ***** on ice.
We once warmed tubs and showers to slide hands in downward drips.  To clear smooth flesh and wash,  our oily pours against heated streams that softened the lilly spheres .  yes! And  Yes! Oh my god yes so yes and  true the frog will hop before he floats his pearld chest above the egging geisers.   before he stays he screws and hops around.  Until he sees the water and its steam.

He wont be a father forever say the shots of jack daniels.
It helps him become a son again.
His girls wont show up to have a good time anymore.
They ran away with some one elses son.
But he wont accept his fathers mistakes.
sometimes he wishes he never
had a boy.  He wont
tell everybody dad didnt deserve love
from his sons.  Hes still an angry child
facing a fathers neglected love for
the promised years they both lost
together.  Now hes unsure about who
his son will be.  But we all see him **** his
sellfish dreams sixty hours a week because
hes his sons rising steam.

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.

Quick silver streams over our hair and the blinding secrets of his lines sting us like vaccines.  Revelations Devine in doctors painters and poets whose grand appointments fixate out illness.
You were allergic when reality took his medicine paintings but you covered me in magenta quilts stitched black
Around the lateness of twenty years in a dark widowers red rest warning me about chain less camels and Chinese factories killing our newborns.  I agreed when you said the helpless close up and die shameless.

I'd splinter you with kisses
Unbound by fear and ingnorant with
The lonly bee keeper alone.  

I'd wish endless wells erupteted to
My  wishes all  alone spare my own penny

I'd dive under cars and sing until you
Gave into my rusty note and lunged for my life  and levy under my unarmed seranade until the cops sing he's a menace who never had to change.

I'd go endless and naked pools of wealthy under brick until we bunker in the warm beds cloth of clear blue water and kiss like nature opening her ponds of endless algae

I'd say my words forever until your dying truth goes past failure to suceed.

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.

On the ferris wheel of hookey we
slow-cosbied
Drinking the canadian whiskey
Of hockey.  
The state fair below spun like a lit
dizzy dradle.  
Years later i found you at AA checked
Into shick shadle.

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.

Some one ordered grey clouds with extra thunder
And a few sides of lightning.  In hopes of
Treating every blade of yellow grass from the scorching  summers
dry inferno.
Who ever it was  dumped every liter of soda pop they bought through out
what seemed to be an endless radious of wet earth.
And I watched life reincarnate like gods son was
Out in my lawn touching every inch of ground with his wet feet.
He smiled when he saw how wet I looked. And he
Held my clean hand from the gentle rain fall
Assuring me:
                                 "We all can walk on water"

It was not hers nor was it ours.
It was that cry inside our mind
We knew we had it and sung it.
Like  her we wouldnt recall it.
But we remembered what it was
She had cried. It was not the idea of us crying nor her bringing us in like the waves.  She had shown us the thing itself the lyrics screamed  when we first found the sea.

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.

All his thoughts like a fatal flu.
He sat on cold metal
contemplation is borring, pal.
But! Nobody seems to remember
henry anymore.  
Just another score of names for
Mr.  Blacks long list.
Henrys dead again.
This time for good.
He aint comin around
anymore.  He found
his final departure.
All of life like a swollen bruise
never stopped shrinking.
And now go the dream songs
and his longbeards inquiry.
And we are left to ponder
in his life changing opus to
what genius was.

I want to know the blidness that kept his hands sliding and moving as if two scences were bundled and expelled from the already darkening white shade, pearling infront of his paintngs, There he found the secrets of golden asps and seductive tones
that manipulated Antonys weakness for powerful women.  But now the blank verses  of god and poet live to the imposible idea of finding secrecy and sharing the myth that his scribe would have to live with.  The hardest process of sinking your open thoughts in hot salt.  The painful scars of reliving and redoing to go out into the night hoping it wasnt your last.

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.

In fifteen minutes you've exchanged
Your tire tracks for some one else's oil leak. Their driving off the ramp and
Now you've been blamed for standing
In some on else's ****.
You can leave or you can stay
But remember you live on a tiny island
Where gossip is all the rage.

lost love so long
lost love so long
Ill hear you in my sleep
you call me a lazy smoker
you say I lie about life
ive lost my dreams
but youll save me
ill work for Honesty
so long lost love
so long lost love
Ill try manage my ways.
so long lost love
so long lost love
Ill never forget what you gave.
Ive done quite a bit thinking
and now ill tell you straight:
go Home and save your money
go home and rescue your family
quit drinking away the twilight days
stop creating false dreams of fun
Go lay go lay at home
your family is all all you love.
so long lost love
so long my honey Ill
Get job and live happily!
And keep you in my dreams
ill never lie and go back again.
Ill change my ways
Ill change my ways
Ill never drink whiskey again.

I'll take you to all the places you ever been

Because you wana see the planet with me again
Yea I'm sucessful
I'm richer then reuplicans
More sucessfule the the Walton's and..
I can make life begin again
Time is fast and you need to slowdown and live again.  Quit your job and let me give you happy sin
***** relegion we can climb laws with out Moses.  
Let's be ourselves and let the mansions build
I can make you the women who never gives
Reality hardship.  
I can show you what love us.

Well George we made it through that raid.
I hope the Germans arnt looking for more.
We'll have to hold the reception out in the court yard
What court yard Gene?  It's a giant foxhole.
I hope Mr Dalton had thought to grab his camera.
He bought a leica   it's worth his house
Gene.
I can't believe it!  A German camera taking our moment.
Oh God Gene they almost took our life
Mite as well smile George  
Not even in America my love!
Not until we reach New York.

My pink toes my jerky
Driftwood something yellow
Like hot dogs something nuts
Like a grren home run
Ya my rest
My privacy
My screaming snooze dreams.
Somone spun lip stick
Like ******* or keats
Somebody kised
My drunk asain drunk neck
Somebody killed
Somedy went to their mother
Im under winsheilds scraming phony
Co piolet tuaila valley
Look left we kicked shopping centers
Some man who screams like
Short *****
Goes listen
I finally admitted you did my back
Caking dizzy scream
Some man my hair
Some man i hate
Some man nobody wants
Bedz wax
He whines hes called blood
He dri ks steak he won
He beat the used ****
Well here goes privacy
My red head tok my room room
I cat litter the bay dreams
I find rade im gay
My **** i pace the boys
It seems everyone hold my dads hat
Ifi could kiss my dad
Tell my mom she runs with seaweed
Wehat we ****
We buy we ***** drinks
Why keep something
I dream of addictive ****
I dream of inteligance
My dad gre wild my dads dad would of hated my hair cream my dads dad respects ******* but swore a white mans
Hair cut belongs in the red blue cut atoms apple break down who runs who kills who wears
Who goes home with no fault until pies goose her.  Well
She love my cards when the carpets partedand checkersmeant seing aa young man wit no control.
Howmany now
Since im older
Ever wished they just ****** the boy
Howmany got freedom
No body they only hope love got a better *******
Love got a wiser time!

Just the last twenty years alive god damit.  Luckily japan let Russia read.  
Some speed reading skinny girl conjoined with Mormonism.  
I never even had the pleasure to puddle jump across a Yakima sess pool.  Ah tater tots!  Ah  cheap i pod!  
Let me belive getting by has a latter upwards.  I'm dreaming!  She works window 4.  No hi.  No how's Johnny.  
It was only step rite up before you have the count down to blink.   Mrs.  I sat by   Ago I can't pronounce your husbands weird name.  Mr clean tell your son to mop floors with his head.
Someone needs to wet that cloax infestation.  Mr creep?  Have a women guard the bathroom next time you really ****.  I heard children playing.

I can't make myself in this place
Breathing the air between this rivers water
I side spin and flip defying the rocks
Finding where the gaps pool in to rest
I will not bite I will not eat until it's done.
I know where I was I was born and I'm jumping  hoping to be there before I die to be like my mom.

Salmon egg red
Is liter then
The hiiden color
Purple.

We were sent to a pit
And burried in clear thin
Blood
From the rain and
Mud.  The bayonetts screamed.
My face scared,
My chest opened
And layed out
In a picture that took
ten minutes to finish.
They jumped off
Into my youth
And rolled
The canons down my face.
My image burned
Until I found my self
Under the safty of
Calm waters
Where nothing
Concerned my
Fear.  I closed my eyes
And slowly disapeared
Under the picks and grey
Shovels.  Next to my enemies
Colored servant like the way stripes
Stick to a ball.
Lost and assumed here.  My father and mother believe im still Burried in the mountains.
Underneath a rose bed of yellow roses. Please belive me when I say I m not a foe.  Im not a forrest.  
Im boston.  Im the soft hymn emerson forgot to finish.