Nov 2018
8:26 AM
May 5th 2018
A Sunday
A cold nose
For your hot soup
A painting
For your open garage
Sound is near
For your overdosing
**** the juice from the berry
& the pollen from a flower
A Camero going too fast
For your Club 27’s
Art supplies spread everywhere
& to not be a millionaire
& to not be afraid of daddy long legs
to seek revenge
in the form
of a
chocolate milk
I am wildly running in silence. It is a form of expression when I say:
“don’t wake up to your mother saying
go backwards”
“Cheat in someone else’s voice”
“Wonder whether something is wrong”
“Fit your sentence into everything”
“Continue onwards to health”
“Sit together and have breakfast”
“You will find sunshine after removing the nail from your shoe”
“On Saturday morning; war”
“Finally, I feel beautiful and can sit, where do you want me?”
“Brother, do you want me?”
“Perhaps if I wrote something deep and profound”
“And it came from my mouth”
“Perhaps if we invented a language”
“Make them for me”
“They’re so perfect and I’m so strong and mean.”
“There is a scenic garden that houses a knife, a hair net, and a Chinese mother. As lively as it is, to make everything, to know more, customers will be arriving.
We imagine people that get soaked by the rain and the cuisine they eat as the night slowly fades away.
The water that washes away metal and holds strength and culture when suddenly oil spills over the lands and the smoke from factories cloud the sky, or, the snow that prevents us from creating something new.
We settled on a Norwegian Island
and worked construction,
shoveling dirt and building skyscrapers
when the snow began to melt.
So, we drove to the city and bought sausage from a Bar-B-Q joint, dressed in a suit.
We left our childhood homes and had children who worked for factory mines and operated conveyor belts.
A doctor tried to stop us.
He tied us down to a gurney, and even tried to put us to sleep, but we kept driving.
We came upon a large tree and passed it and were grandiose with ideas as we came upon a stable.
We were shirtless and rented horses. We rode the horses to a beach.
We wanted to relax. We built a camp fire and hung and unpacked our belongings, then went into the ocean aware of the undercurrents and sharks.
We prayed to the mountains and the setting sun. California was not enough, so we rented a boat, set sail, and never came back.”
10:10 am
May 5th 2018
A Sunday
A cold nose
For your hot soup
A painting
For your open garage
Sound is near
For your overdosing
**** the juice from the berry
& the pollen from a flower
A Camero going too fast
For your Club 27’s
Art supplies spread everywhere
& to not be a millionaire
& to not be afraid of daddy long legs
to seek revenge
in the form
of a
chocolate milk
I am wildly running in silence. It is a form of expression when I say:
“don’t wake up to your mother saying
go backwards”
“Cheat in someone else’s voice”
“Wonder whether something is wrong”
“Fit your sentence into everything”
“Continue onwards to health”
“Sit together and have breakfast”
“You will find sunshine after removing the nail from your shoe”
“On Saturday morning; war”
“Finally, I feel beautiful and can sit, where do you want me?”
“Brother, do you want me?”
“Perhaps if I wrote something deep and profound”
“And it came from my mouth”
“Perhaps if we invented a language”
“Make them for me”
“They’re so perfect and I’m so strong and mean.”
“There is a scenic garden that houses a knife, a hair net, and a Chinese mother. As lively as it is, to make everything, to know more, customers will be arriving.
We imagine people that get soaked by the rain and the cuisine they eat as the night slowly fades away.
The water that washes away metal and holds strength and culture when suddenly oil spills over the lands and the smoke from factories cloud the sky, or, the snow that prevents us from creating something new.
We settled on a Norwegian Island
and worked construction,
shoveling dirt and building skyscrapers
when the snow began to melt.
So, we drove to the city and bought sausage from a Bar-B-Q joint, dressed in a suit.
We left our childhood homes and had children who worked for factory mines and operated conveyor belts.
A doctor tried to stop us.
He tied us down to a gurney, and even tried to put us to sleep, but we kept driving.
We came upon a large tree and passed it and were grandiose with ideas as we came upon a stable.
We were shirtless and rented horses. We rode the horses to a beach.
We wanted to relax. We built a camp fire and hung and unpacked our belongings, then went into the ocean aware of the undercurrents and sharks.
We prayed to the mountains and the setting sun. California was not enough, so we rented a boat, set sail, and never came back.”
10:10 am
