A ragged, one eyed bear held dearly by a child.
A solitary leaf blown around on the summer breeze.
The smell of old books with turned corners.
The sapling struggling for light beneath the mighty oak.
The bounty discarded by the crabapple tree.
An ill advised mullet.
The opening chords of Born To Run
Kurt Cobains smile.

All these things bring you to me.

Given in,
Given up.
The leaves sacrificed themselves for winter,
yet the trees didn't seem to give a ****.
The trees make letting things go so easy.
       If we were able to let things go and watch such things fall away from our branches and wither away and die into little colorful piles on the dirt, for colorful sticky little people to jump into and send flying into the air,
     we would have no "care".
               There would no loss, tears, Kurt Cobains or fears
               of losing the ones we love.
There wouldn't be Hallmark cards for issues.
Kleenex would stop making tissues
and start making plastic plants or cheap patio furniture.
Unfortunately, we are not trees.
We cannot let go of our leaves.

I'm the best and worst,better than your first,
*******, but worse than Courtney takin' the Shotgun to Kurt,
Chick-Chick BOOM! too soon?-get the the **** out
I got more brains than the Cobains Greehouse,
He was in Nirvana...now maybe he's IN NIRVANA,

I don't know I'll leave it there maybe ask Buddha,
brutha believe me you can't deceive me,or relieve me,
even a trained hunting Dog can't retrieve me

Let's be Frank...
I leave rappers quieter than Helen Keller's beef with Anne Frank,
need enough Franc's for a trip to France to get some stamp's Franked...

Frank White or Frank Castle I'm an angry Irish *******,
arguments against me are simply facile,
sit the **** down, drop the Mic like a hot Spud,
afore you get stood all over by the Bull Stud,
I'm a ******* detector, Patriotic defector,
criminal Electors rippin' off the Exchequer
while I'm busy in your Ma's room strippin off her knickers!

I'm swimmin with an Army of ex Special Forces Women
to the Island offshore accounts are on Gunnin' and Grinnin,
constantly Sinnin' I'm Constantine slammin a Mirror offa Demon
Leavin your bird's face like a Doughnut glazed in *****,
dosin' every coffee cup in MIT with DMT,
Observin Scientists tip over at the knees like fallin' trees
new discoveries abound as PHD'***** the ground,
if Forest Whitaker fell in the woods would he make a sound?

My ground and pound will confound-verbal skills will astound,
next memory is wakin' up with a crowd around,
ye wanna step and test?,don't mean to be crude,
but ye must have a real taste for hospital food,
through a straw-thru a wired up jaw,
playing ****** up games like Saw,
ye shoulda saw the consequences when ya raised yer paw
yer Paw shoulda raised ye better bout raisin' fists to yer betters,
bunch of bedwetters tryin' to do a Man's job, forget it.

I'm the best and the worst,best friend-worst enemy,
big mistake offendin' me,don't need no one defendin me
but I still have a crew of real hard rocks,
the lads are used to the hard knocks,
you're used to the hard *****!
your faces are so shocked,
you just got yer snot rocked
now you're layin' face first cause you ****** with the best/worst!

to unfold an umbrella in a room, while it rains the gallons of chopin trickling tickles in piano form, and a monsoon of the decade's worth of memoriam to postscript.*

hide it between hiding
an unfolding umbrella
in solid space -
          call it what you want,
in americanist perfectionism,
  and call it a "freedom of speech":
"free": as long as i say it!
glossing over iran,
i'll only double stab at
the effort...
             can't bother-****
    to call it red or call it pink...
  i'll just call it anyways....
imagine if a bull sought pink...
            i'm sure you'd see as much charge....
of a quaker in beetroot skin-boots...
beef-***** of hope-long-lost-gone....
      apparently the dead have a speaker...
and a ******* fest...
            and it sounds like
a hannibal lecter's quest of thirst via
an oyster feast...
            next i'll start imagining
donkey kong jerking off
a pdf. file worth of information...
             take a razor,
and call it simples -
while calling the slit point of
the interaction:
          amounted to verse,
                & a courtney love shoelace;
******* laughing now,
aren't we?
           your beloved lucifer,
          just did the icarus knosedive.
still, imagine the english feeling,
or sitting on a windowsill,
with an open umbrella -
       counting raindrops via
the sheet...
         imagine rolling a cigarette...
huddling under the necro mushroom...
       imagine unfolding
this raindrop mushroom,
in the interiors...
        find yourself under an umbrella,
under a roof...
        you'd be the luckiest man alive,
looking for mushrooms,
even the dodgy ones, the one off offers -
even the kurt cobains...
oddly enough,
unfolding umbrellas under roofs,
made all the necessary sense,
  since it became congested in translating
english: into english (of americanism).