Young spiked headed lovers
Orange like silken hairs sprouting
On salmon eyes.
You can only die!

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.

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.

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.

His arm has no pupil
Because her carnage is inhuman.
But we all know how she's eating
He knows what she's keeping.
Because her eyes are not living.
But her hunger is killing.

Did he like beer
After a day
Under coconuts
Making shots
With his dreams
Of Africa
Or
How he made
Cigars
With whiskers
Growing
Like blades
In sawgrass
Rising in heat
The puffs
Erupted
It's alive
The rebels retreat!
Holly John F Kennedy
What a roast
Tell the Russians
Let the world
Speculate
Who the hell cares
Lifes a forgotten
Time.
We can't afford to smile.

If you consumed your own
Omnipresence inside
The grieving soul your
Mother wouldn't pace around
In polka dotted insomnia thus
Your old society
Of Sunday tee times
Wouldn't of become another old
Nova.
And now the apparent storms say  only then
Can the wind leave us
Thoughtless
And only then can
Clocks whisper
Quietly how time
Erases care and grieving.

"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.

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.

This kid was fired
currsed
ready to rap
born with trials
sleepy with credentials
ready for theworld as a whole
tired of leaving it slivered
unborn in the case
resurrected with champaighn
and solve poor boy
makes it roar
upon the streets
roars make beats
we live it all
unabrasive
worlds far away
from stardom
bricks spouting freedom
take this
and tell me
if we all deserve
to be ourselves
ring love
with seldom days
when earth went to far away.
troump with that head
marble in freedom
brake asty verse
make it your resume
your life's work
is everything you do
quit playing aces and
skip around the decks
lift your eyes in the brine
see everything as sunchine
take every breath and think
in the unwakable places
make a dark mine lite with
golden cqracels a dream against
unrully time
listen in
keep your Whit's thin
look at every stranger
and know what they are.
cry through ur life
walk in nite
listen to your mind.  
it's always part 1

Salmon egg red
Is liter then
The hiiden color
Purple.

We saw so much grace in her small frame,
And so much Joy from her untied spirit,
It is why we wish the cancer never tamed it.

Her strengths were bound in our young classroom.
We moved  our growing eyes away from the dry eraser board
To where she rose  her hand to wake our knappy morning gloom,
and With her genuine vocal chords, she rose all
the happy boys up against their proud pro-football dreams
to talk in boy "oh ya".

but now comes the minister and we are with her in spirit.
It is why we wished the cancer never tamed it.

On the road five miles from reno.
I wasnt with anyone I only
heard the story from Jared.
There had to be a few tired
truckers present.  I bet
some one needed a target
to lauph at when the birds
shat  all over your head.  
Even then you were to proud
to put on a ******* hat.

I tried and gave up before I got killed from the choking smoke.  I couldnt save a book from the old flames scolding ambers.  I watched it all do itself in.  Later I scattered beer and clear **** over the ashes.  And thought of my old garbage:
Everything lost its meaning,
The Picture frames
And Tv sets,
My hawain legg lamp,
Their all at home with earth again.
I heard fires good for earths rejuvanation.
It takes us back home again,
Our real home, even if it seems like a soiled creamatorium once in a while.

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

A full entire elegy
Will be seasoned
And sold
Saving our
Souls from
The precursor whose cold.

long agonizing nites
Spent running like
Dog show enthuisists
The ukanuba muts (our crew)
Have names
And cold plates of
Meat loaf waiting
For them
When the noise
Of old boots
Warns the couch
About our irival
ill be away from
Home some where
Adventerous like the
Green hills of affrica (Hemmingways worst knovel)
Getting the perfect
Shot on the rhino three hundread
Yards away in the straw grass
Watering hole.
He falls like frozen patatoes
And my day closes
Half full
Half golden like
Whiskey on
The burning slopes
Of tacomas
Blue collared ridges.
Flooding the flood
Of endless floods
Inside my nitecaps
Hidden shot glass.
Thats the only way
We all sleep before
Tomorow brings out
Our best jokes.
The only pride we
Can find after
To many hours of
Half finished sandwhiches
So we can make room
And stare into
The welcoming fridge.
Good nite tacoma
I need all the double
Shifts we can get
Before we all find a new
Paying gig.

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.

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.

There's waldo selling
Pictures of British gardens
Over the wet concrete.
Can some man
Get lost like many have
Over delusions
Of romantic poverty
Maybe he can get
What he wants
Like the dream
Of getting a mansion
Older then your ancestors.
Some say its a haunted
Because the old myth
Says stick with what you got.

The old worthless winter dies.
Daffodils go to work.
An early bird bombs sidewalks!

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.

I can put on a neon orange jumpsuite
And stake my self like a spike
Infront of all the busy cars
In this crowded parking lot
And still be invisible
I can throw every ecyclapedia
Out of this libary like a varsity
Pitcher who never lost
A game
And still be invisible.
I can walk into the lecture hall
On my head like a martion and
Speak astronomy without a
Glow of english
And still be invisible.
Twenty two years
Have made me
Disapear
I cant spend another year
Alone with my invisibility.
I cant hide from love anylonger.
Its time to repear and find
My self again before the dreaded
Forty four only has one candle
On a single cupcake.  All alone when
It knows he turned the lites off.  Hes the only
One who could of flickered the dusty
Plastic switch.  There was not any mystery
Only a wind of failure he caused on himself
When he blew the candle out twenty two years from now.  
Because he was invisible.

The bay sometimes after the rain clears can
Make you smile.Then will you be able to hear my cities cry
To be named the city of destiny.  My city cries out Tacoma Washington
Pierce county area code two five three. My city says you and I are
Irish, russian, polish,and spanish.
My city says you and i are  homosexual,
bisexual, transexual, lesbian, straight and perhaps homeless.  

My city often lets
You watch us wear our costumes. our rain jackets are costumes,
Some are black, some are  white, and some have knitted desighns of children
running home after school gets out.  stitched on their back is a book about what destiny means. English isnt the only language.  In the thick pages my city tells them to rise up against intolerant people, to rise in love and hope that maybe you a stranger to my city understands a few principles my city believes in.  But we arnt strangers because you probably live in my city.  Or I dwell in yours as a proud individual dwells.  If we be strangers then let me take you through my city.  Ill put my arm around your wet shoulder and share my coat with whoever you want to be in our city of destiny.

Take any old timers advice and
He will tell you:
Love empties like a pitcher of beer.  
Wisdom to the unwise or maybe
Just advice when you close your tab and dream of a girl who reappears always.

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.

Hey man
I know why
You fought me

She said
She said
she said

Its getting icy

Our bodies crumble like thawing  berries

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.

The incoming waltz is a blitz of imperfection.
My eyes shut and again I wake to blue music.
The mornings always cold.
At work I silently say
Wheres my life?
I left it behind with the sleepless six hour nite.

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.

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.

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.

We dreamed until we would die.
My father still holding his whiskey
My mothers sloppy forgiveness.  
The kitchen roaring and swaying
Louder then bottle rockets Screaming across the restless suburbs.
For one nite we faded like a universe of
Creation.   For one nite we came back like comets predictable yet unforgettable.  
For one nite we didnt scream.
For one nite we lit up the world.

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.

what is there to criticize!
We fear what others think
And think our passions dead.
Failure  We fail by believing what others
Never said.
We create everyone's judgement
Do not fear death you cannot
Stay in bed.
We fear what others think and
Think our passions dead.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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.

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"

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.

Im always in somebodies way if you stop to think about it.
I gave up counting the number of times someones face
Got caught off guard when they sped Into my sticky silk.
I end up on the sidewalk all over again when this happens.

But

I never get tired of falling to the ground.
Because I know im always going to land on
Eight feet and be able to find a more suitable
home for my perfectly natural life style.

The smooth and oiled wrap
Of hushed water
Calming through every wave
A starfish brines
To bath in what ever sticks
Cold to hold
The chance never got away
To breath some air.
And grab a decent thing when it came.

my mouth opened with like a catchers glove
and stopped a rat from running away home.
Nothing else was meant to be enjoyed more
then the vine i tossed away like a free walk.

But nevertheless I hear you can know what noise inclined inside our Sunday night before dark blue an hour job of bounds sorrows in brittle glass ball pen in here air zones to know how noise did it.
never on Sunday night at times I have you still how much I love to know the noise.   For another day and an amazing time.

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.

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.