sometimes i like to write
in a hurried spontaneous
fashion without punctuation
or second thought which is fine
as as one grows longer in the olden
wolf tooth spontaneous acts becoming
rather short and might limit themselves in
the ******* supermarkets or something
but these poems if indeed that is what then
might be called last for quite a short time
this illuminates certain aspects and darkens
the other things sometimes i am amazed when
they make any sense at all but to be always considering
pontificating overthinking in every ******* excuse my
french is worse then dying and as the people on the cathode
ray say or the man in his office says just doing it oh lord so
let the first things be first of course this may end in prison
or hospital or the like but there are those and i salute and drink
the finest red to their brave and adventures health warning..music
break..