Read till ya bleed.
Then read some more till your dead.
When you get to heaven dont stop reading.
Then when your bored they will send you to hell.
Hell is full of books.
Read everyne of em you can.
You will become smarter then those god dam demons.
So they will become jealous.
Hell is full of jealesy.
They will have to return you to earth.
When they do
Start writing.
If your still not crazy by then
Give up!
Give up and become a doctor!

Coyote saw the ducks.
He was trickster but toaday
He was creator.
We all agree here
That something is wrong.
He said to the ducks we dont feel
Rite about this.
Brother duck wise knew
He needed to dive and see what
Rested under the deep water.
The second he had roots is bill.
Coyote knew what he wanted.
I will make companionship
Between every creature.
And give man the tools
To live with us.
Coyote made arrows and spears.
Man will hunt us but he will honor
What I gave him.
With music of flutes
And a boy will chase for medicne elk.
With my arrows he will miss and find
Wind blowing through the wood peckers
Hollow branch with holes.
We will dance and celebrate his marriage
When ever the suns resting heart shapes the
Clouds into the ducks sioulette.

Look a the eagle digging
His claws into the salmon.
If it was slower
You would notiice
That the tree that
Dies kills the life
That thrivwed on
The unbrella parasite.
The dead kills us.
While we ingnore life saving
The way I see a huming bird three feet away.
Theeres nothing to say ill come again.
To see the world full of noise.
The anthem of love and nature.
Hunts you  down when the unlucky deer.
Feeds the craving I have in winter.
You hate the way we survive.
But after aweekyoue
Achanged antalo9e.
Often the people you love
Forgive ******* lauphs.

Three kings
The bell rings
I pay my taxes                                

                                                         Tapioka pumpkins
                                                          ****** jello shots
                                                            Im reffing the wrong game

Be who you are
Look whos here
One nite only
All hallows eve.
Leave the bible
In a shoe box.
                                                      Did I come
                                                      Somebody else
                                                      Opened the door
                                                        It wasnt me.
                                                        Im not a woman tonite.

Theres the tree,
Pruned back,
2009 looked like a dream,
Brads poniac yellow shirt,
We sped down vassualt,
Over the hills soul,
Where the russian boys
Name was carved on the old mans ugly tree.
The bleeding branches,
Force us to slow down.

In the movies nobody dies.
The actors are imortal,
The actors get to leave a crash scene.
The filming stops.
We get to see the russian boy go to college.
He buys the old house over the hill.
Becomes an engineer and prunes the tree
That killed him on vassualt street.  

We always think of the tree
And the apples which line the
ground like graves.
Somewhere it happens
Every year.
Fast cars and slanted hills.

Keep on letting us know how bad the break up was.
Some of us are just as bad as you mite think.
Anxiety, helplesness, *******, all *******,
Fill this website with garbage.
Becuase I am as bad as you are.

My brother has forgotten
The way ivy grows on fences
And trees.
Let me show you the way ivy grows.

You have to start small,
Smaller then a humming bird,
Pretend your here with me.
You wont see me if your passing by,
Im behind a ten foot fence.
I heard the gas pedal excelerate.
If your listening now.
You have to yank the thin vines
Until there's a basket ball court.
Yank the vines until you see
The dump behind the fence you
Always wanted to know what was
So private.  
It was a rusty wheel barrel next to a
Dead lawnmower.  
The years are a epithany like the lost baseballs.
Be the green monster that makes us forget.
Let the ivy hide what it hides.
But, one day you and I will have to loose our
Grip on the house we used to call home.