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.

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.

We felt unchanged like stiff feathers
All your fathers twelve daughters launched after us all like small meteors.
I couldn't tell the difference between you and a floating sculpture.  And I am undeniably sorry for bombing your fathers black lab with my snowy white ****.  Happy hunting.

Reckless habbits destroy the dying chance for children.
Worthless yells wont be heard.
Because we shutndown our compassion.
Over eight hundread thousand mortgages,
Double the car payments,
Tripple tuition,
And end homeland security.
We shut down.
I **** you not we had to do it.
I can scream
I can say spending went to far.
But I wont get recalled
because my aid was furloughed.
Im a ***** an orange *****.
Ill kiss vetrens.
Ill find ways to  open
the gates I closed.
Im captain of this ship.
And I will fix anything that
Leaks with red tape.
Wait till october.
Because ill show you
who the teorist really are.
I want equality for every
minimum wage worker
in kentucky.  I need your vote for
2016.  My name Is independemce.
Im the ******* who couldnt
represent a bad ****.  Ill blame obama,
Ill fake my death before ever realizing
Ideals make ****** outcomes.
Your family will raise their family.
While my family pinches grapes off
of trees everyone else sweated for.
Ill promise people wine.  But im really
just a sour cup of juice.  Im your snivelling congressman.
And I had nothing to do with incompliance.
Im just trying to make a point.  And I still get paid even
when we pretend.

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.

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.

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.

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.

You want to go
I can give a car
And  weird smile
Come change tires
So I'm ready
So I made something
Gods love doesn't flow
Some gir make me happy
Oh well how do we ever know
I'm painting
I'm I'm choking
I'm ready for graves
Go inside building
And look for leaves
I'm trying to tell you
We can always find a crumpled up failure.  
Don't let go we're riding dunes
Don't lauph looked batman
Don't sing like Sinatra
What you own is your own.
Leave imtelect like a bird
You can only watch ballet dancers
You can only make a river with or with out control.  So have fun
Tell us all your wife loves you
More then mountains  and small towns
Tell us all what you think about

You are heads or tails
What you give me I except
Subconsciously.  Inside me I make
You forgetful.
So some how

Now you are women on sand.
Unapproachable
Inside me she has been impressionable.
What she knows I change quickly
When she calls me I stand
Respectfully
When she drops I pull her out
Like buckets of squid.

Our tender heads
Had to have protection.
Why hills?
We could of loved wearing
Thick honey forever and ever.
Remember the chaplain and his white
Peacefull print outs.
There's a prize if you can love god.
There's a way to write in perfect cursive.
A good world is seldome made.
A good father will never be real with you.
He has learned not to listen to opinions.
His son is idle
We both failed like paper bills.
We both lie to stay
surreal.
Because of his secrets I will
Have my own death to myself.
Because we have no courage
For dead beat reality.

When the moon erupted
I knew I missed my chance
To capture the outside world
Because I was always to lazy
To leave my own ambitions.
The moon eruptred and I missed
My shot at changing life forever.

Fuckck?

He gasps and and exales with his cheap door open.

I have a delima because...

How can he trust my honesty.  

We watched our son replay a delusion
How can we sit and tell him reality doesn't mean eternity.  
I'm only close...
He holds his licked breathing, one bridge  could hold his body in a
White pearly coffin.

No matter how he grows my husband forgets he is crazy.  Some how jobs go awry,  jokes, humor, pleasure and reality mean: he will die toothless and unhappy.  

I told him in a truthful drunken nite:  
You are homosexual because I never watched you kiss or grab a can of red paint.  He only works for his drunkedness.  But he gets better, because he want the music he can't transpose.  He wants something he can't understand to translate Into genuis.  I am a mother...
I am a women who can die from bee stings.

I hope he comes home before I fall asleep.

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.

Unapleable Malcolm slept
I dont understand his goals
Of looking a wayward.  
He could of had his fill.  
It would be the work from work
How his friends worked todo away with.  The weird word in work.  Malcolm's word weird like undendentiable DNA.  
So many routines cloning  over repeatingly lapping like red ants.  
All the hours of day became more over themselves rather than every short spout of ingnorance.   The future totaled every amount sweat spent on inferior wastes of clock and thin hands.  His investable mind watched As time going while his chances aged until the idea became mildewedl over the already resting smells of rotten stairs.

Pre constricted all month trying to get out for once in my free while.  I just want to get drunk and text you my truth serum.  If I scowl all morning you understood why I wana choke a fool.  
I know you can't clown off last nite.  
Eye to eye we never left one another.  
I can't believe I did you rite when we split the World Series when I can't even remember no more.  I couldn't **** my doubt when I met you.

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.

Look over the rodadendrans hanging leaves with out your drought and thirst or your fathers face apearing through patchy relationships and un c lipped promises you both watered and clipped for your mothers sun centered peice glassy with white sap.  Our desperation will finally cry.

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.

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 dwares caressly flew out like bats
itching to just get a chance

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.

I work to win and take the ravens flight
And go because I think I know im rite.
We take off from problems and touch another place.  I left the soil, I can spring away from there.  The open egg grows to leap away from safty.  I work to win and take the ravens flight and go because I think I know whats rite.  Its about time to steal the open breath, so make a mess and work to win the ravens flight.  And go because we know whats rite.  So trust the dive and feel your flight.  Theres no leap thats touper.

The dead black  quilt falls across my face.
His purr puts me down and I sleep.

The bartender a europa server leaves me a shot of liquid propane.
He moves past every silver dollar forgetting about the meaning
of whskey and bull dogs.
I watch cody a young university of washington student sneek In a  can of raineer beer (if he really  goes there) ill never ask him.
             This is how lastcall always takes place:  a drunken masqerader our friend johnny
Drops his wallet and kills a shot of jager.  ( are we drunk enouph yet)
I order a taco and gain three hundread pounds tonight.
Master of the pitchers.  He still dreams of being a physical thearpist ( he failed trying to take over for Dyrile). His new tall order of a job makes my anticipated buzz weaker.  
Im tired of these long dresses opening up and spilling all over the dance floor ( the dj warned her not to)
Our ladies still mention bach.  Inside of her purse hides a mystery knovel.
Tueday means a victory at home.  Every player utters pride of being a regular.
We sink the black eight ball knowing the bouncer gets in the way of ourdrunk enemies  ( a red head)
He charges like arhino.  Hes a animal without areason to ****.  But the bouncer prevents his six year jail sentence from ever happening.  Bexause were all forgiven like helpless bar rags trying to dry out before the mold and mildew
contaminate our ******* stories.  We all speak easily after the brooklyn dodgers turn every blue and white hat around the five head.

He wont show us how the airforce cut his hair.  Every one of his is angry like drini until the switch flicker themessage ( crawl home bforetheco9s fishwith dynamite) in the ruston pqarking lot.

Bless this man

Beef is like nothing.
Chicken is Fine.

You do not need every penny on the grey side walks.
   You dont have to avoid breaking the mirror inside of your soul.
   Just listen to the wind slowly move the leaves.
   And follow your quiet dreams know one will ever know.
   Rite now the salmon are returing upward against all odds.
   What ever you loose.
   And when you win.
   Remember how lifes sacrafice begins.

Ones self I sing
    
      Yet utter the words
    
?.. gin & tonic lol.

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.

I wondered if he liked slouching
Or sniffing black cigars in his garden
With pitchers of red beer glazing
Under coconuts!

                               2

Im in a paccific coast lite house trying to find what makes the water on this map solid and walkable.  
After all its just a painting coppied on computers and sold to children at truck stops.  I want the waves and the gummy worms all at once the coke bottles flowing out in globs of stout the kind i waited to get to and sink into like padded stools over looking the atlantic.  Open a mohito on sunday close the pork farm on monday.  You lit a smoke and dreamed of climbing the tallest cypress in havanah.  I passed out in key west on a marlin charter.  We never found a submarine thay day.

Is this raining sumer ending into september
With the bang of thunder coaxing the
Eight ball into the felts green exit rolling down the tubes of
Las vegas like red boxcars rolling away with
All the cash.  
I hope so
I want our team to play
And shake cans of raineer
Beer in the pinical moments
Sucess.
And spray broken chalk conversations after
We harpoon the no 7 whales with our maple
Mcdermits.  A universe of of black hole eight *****
Will mark are sucess in the end
When we shatter the rack like
The uviverses biggest bang
The sound creating the foot note
Of imtimidation after sinking melodic
Rythems and strokes in to
The corner pockets surrender.  
This is how we win
This is the unicorns
Hope
We are and will
Become
One of the silver dollars
On the glorified bar.

Were you a tomboy, the girl
who played football at recess.
The only one who didnt run
when a mouse died inside
the yellow pudding.
Jblm knows a girl.
She sneaks into the motor
Pool and wont
pass up taking
tanks for joy rides.
Or forget about
ratting out who
has the hugest mangina
down inside the unicorn.  
He walks by pulling up
His pants while a drip
of ***** martinie clencses
the uneven stony floor.
Her fingers move faster then
whips when she steals a cigarett
from his soft young lips.

I try the starlite
But burn my ghost to death
Cursing the moonstruck
Nite.

A mirror of feirce fire
Whistles at the cold
The blazing sizzle of rain
Can barley spit
With out a breath I know
my heart
Is running wild!

Swisscheese isnt thin enouph.
Slices of bread arnt quite wide enouph
to be intbetween a win.
A dishwasher thinks of drunk elk fighting
On the devils table top.
He tells her to aim for the ink spot on the cueball.
But shes married to a sleeping bull.
He shows horns on friday not the tuesday
when everythings resting like salmonberries.
His herd comes for brunch and a few
glasses of champaighn on sunday.
But hes the grass they graze on.
Its his job to be a dish washer.
His frienes job makes sure the feild
tastes fresher then crab grass.
His efforts give him a choice
To leave or freeze some where else in
North dakota where the trucks rest like insomiacs.
Always on so the engine wont get hypothermia.
His text reads  his lanhuage:  im happy here.
Money doesnt control the few years I have
to waste on happiness.

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"

Simic almost starved to death waiting for the
man who told him "our goose is cooked".
I folded my napkin in preporation.  And
remembered what my grandma told me:  
"We never starved in belfast".
But now everyones arived in one piece.
Hoping their goose was cooked.  
We waited and waited.  Two more
guests sat down.  One said " Is our goose
cooked yet"? No not yet!  
Finally a fed up patron
arose from his seat.
He had to of been eighty nine.
Listen he yelled:
Have fun!
Do what ever needs to be done.
Before all of your geese are cooked!
***** waiting for it.
Theres nothing we can do to change the circumstance.
Believe me Im getting the first serving, I can already smell
the aroma.

My fathers room explodes with encores and cheers for him to keep on playing:  a lady in the croud raises her rite hand as he sings
"Baby i still want to know if you need me".
My mothers ready to drag him out and spill his teeth over the back alley:  you ******* i knew you were an ***, your an ***, an ***.  
He sings again to the croud:  "Its my day for the whiskey". "its day for the whiskey".  
"Baby please understand me".

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.

Why would I share you?

So ya at the crosswalk
Buy me a beer!
Pluck the dogs you know what lol
A some how
Let me give it all something fine
Scuff the gum
Show all the steam from the cabs
Waveing high heals
in the stream of hot coffee lines
Nobody cares really
Another cotten puffing smoker
Let it a bad desire
Why would I share you on corners
Even the desks
No body needs to understand us
Black jacket rain
Nobody gets this- why should they?
Why give em a reason.

The earth is full of what ever we want.  
A Boxman wipes her away and keeps his round.
Galileo was ready to jump off
If it meant Huxley could make a brave new world.  
The only thing that falls first
Is a dream
Rite next to it is reality
I still don't know what
Landed before.  
Maybe the dream I never
Told my mother

Whats left from the ball game
I walk through rows of soggy buns
And deluted beer
No one finishes:
Conrad creates a trash bag pancho
Brandon finds an unopened can of beer
Stephens still engaged to spider women
And the carboard folds like a soft taco
When I stuff tarter sauce in my water logged trash bag
I under stand trench warfare completly:
My toes are drowining
Andrew thinks hes a dog
Dwain gave up drinking six years ago
Allens speaking gibberish (we still love him)
I dont know why
Were here.
Each of us wear the same caps
Like a team of washed up minor league players
wondering why were still here
Even more when we have to work for the rain.

On top of my eyes i see the clay eartth dry like a cast of vanilla sunshine

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.

Young peoples cloths,
To delicate for hanging,
Yet so complicated
when I read the
tags.  
But I know their
impossible to shrink
even if I didnt mean
to wash in hot water.