Graphic holographic photographic
useless plastic blacklights
that sit

popping balloons ***** spilling
everywhere, at least partial
it comes and goes

sitting, comparing mustaches, reminiscing
woodland conundrums meaningless exchanges of time
passed

squished in a sober automobile
full of drunks meaningless squabbles
squished seven in where seven belong
belligerent drunk, joyously sober
drunkenly sober?
either way i am
am i
i am
here for now, although we all know the impermanence of time, the moment
stupid words thrown on a page
to serve what purpose?
what good does any of it do?
words connect emotions
sorrowful stories of serene sounds
uneffecting interacting with all

endless expanses of open feet walk without
soles? souls? either way the have no base?
sitting on couches watching beaten cats dogs children
the night is getting late it's clear now

and i sit thinking thoughts that never leave my mind
and smile

take to the right the one who is but nothing. there is something. dark and dark and dark these things are. black as they appear none care more than dark. Blink in the light. it is far far brighter than need be. The dark hides nothing, the brightest light hides all. where then? where could the one to the right remain? to the left there is one to the wrong there is another but to the right... nothing. how can this be? there is one here. there is one there. there MUST be one to the right. foolish foolish foolish to say there is not! the right remains. alone. unaware. unaffected. uneffecting! the light too great for it and the dark - the dark too far. how then? does the right exist? it must, there is a left and a wrong!!!! the right must. it must. it must. but