Find Your Own Meaning

Oh, that, that's where we keep leaving what we used to be alone

You Were Stuck At Home

Eat where you want to be

A Really Good Punk Recording

weather wilts growth under a pile of yet-to-be picked up newspapers

Joy?

Great days ahead!

Fill space of own.

Never Loser

slow real feel

fast fake loss

Nobody Else (like you)

Climb.
Climb!

There are further places
We need
To be on

Pick and choose

The soul is math.

Space

This here's the poem you always wanted.

To forget the forgive me nots, this resolves.

The dash-acceptance of every-day, forget us
Never, we know you know you have a place.

trust

they will believe
have faith, know
that we are better
than our previous
behavior though,
previous behavior
the best indication
of future behavior

good people

good people
doing good things.

and what about us?

will we ever see out of our
places? will we ever know

anyway it's always better where
we go to know ourselves better

to better ourselves.  to find place
in time in place of where Now is

My fruit flies are drunks

My friends don't care
       they understand what I offer

Some stupid slow song

Hold on to what crooked hope you have left landing you where you amount to perfect

Text messaging

It's kinda utopia

A Good Deal

There is no cloud only clouds

She is on my bed

Why not?
Why no reasoning
Why does my dog yawn
When do we close longing

Yards. Many yards distance.

Short distinct sounds of a slow growl near howl

And where will we end up after our wine tasting,?

Replacing smells

Morning wine

Ever present gratitude

yellow and blue

Yellow & blue

Where I be living

You're always welcome here but let me know where you go if not here and I'll go there

Sam 'nd Sage

I appreciate it here more even though you're not here since you were here

you said it!

Thanks god!

thank you brother

My name is ramone but they call me Raymond

brother

Life is fascinating
And beautiful

Guest Poem by Timothy G Makowski

Ha ok I will

subject

Where?
When?
When?

Now? Is it now?
Now now, there there.
Hold close to dog

Waste of often intake,
Left hungry. Correspondence

fire up the radio

My whole life lately
Has been like the end
Of 'A Light in August'

from bird to lamb

It feels good to spend money
It feels good to spend nothing

something different

Hey well well I think we should not wait
Longing for another thing, one more

you know you have

Done your best

it's important to put it out there

Knowing what you want
Wanting very developed

churned thick

Waste of nothing
Waits
Wants leaving be

some other time

Guru will rule you

mutual feeling

Toes underfoot

concept

Neighbor Love

white blue

Cinnamon in black coffee be memorial breeze
Of places I've lived the gold of living placeless
And the lives interweaving me in me then, now

I want to live

Hey! Stop.
You know. Never
Do you mind of inspect

power sanding carpeted flooring

You Can Do Anyhing You Want To Do
if You Do What You Don't Want To Do

truth

there is no need

Soon

New day
Not yet

Lakeview August

The children are playing redemption games in the warm light of the street lights and fancy fixtured warm light lights

Their parents and grand parents join in and the cries excitement and laughter overlay with the hum of bugs, fireflies

Put it in your hands

We are right.
You are right.

We are all right.

Ditto

political ideas of a
poetics of politics

Here we go

Show the flow

There I Window

Go to prison.
Go to church

Drop the Eucharist
Repent come clean

Find the money sign
Tell one to everyone

The song of myself.

Next part

Recall left to future sigh,
Here-to you know me.

Be that,
Be it.

Some sweet fallen chicken fingers

Well we were right when we said we would say nothing on the matter,

Wait, were we right when we decided and followed through on doing nothing?

Summer time shy

Sweet sweltering feast of meat and berries

I'm touching where you live

Get escape money is what I don't do do but for you, fahghettabautit

I thought we knew what we do

Get it is what we are

Love everywhere I go shut up

I need peace, love leaves me happy to be locked up

Where were we waiting,
Where were we waiting to be locked up by mistakes
We forgot held close never-lover left alone Money

Laying in

Any time we never agree to get together we have ultimate power

Bros are discriminated against even on stage they fall shy

No Bro is ever shy you know they know they ain't

Hell have you over for dinner and hip hop

Hell have me over never faceless

Foolishness held on Hard

Never am I thanks

Name of

Name

Jack Style

Leave the all smoking streets grand

I'm a man of my love mistakes

Kissed never by roses

Ok, let us get

Baby

errors

read this never alone ever alone as wished

competition

ultimate reality

people who can't understand

dry
fly
garden floor

how one homeboy became a man

quick content contemplative eurekas

clear the foundation like it was done

you're a person

building
better
lives

example

let her go

and what am I?

high and low people
in long and short hair

slow slouch

too high heels
dogs no kids
bike cops

Everpresence's Order

two apple pies and a small fries

for anything

the waste of waiting

taking over

hey we knew you would lay it out clear&clean
to take, to put it in, to feel senses as they leave

do we ever die or do we die nightly or is it us
who will will our life to fall into snug growth

still have a Shinola

car accidents and lost phones
standing tall while you slouch
satisfaction looking good time

land of heroes

Hold up held  up
Left alone joy

Belief in forgetting:
Moving forward.

chevy

Imagine in your anywhere now of perfect income and intake releases feeling out grief and leaving the levy because it was dry

but I sure

Well we'll fall
Nowhere ever

Tomorrow wouldn't be too soon

Grow me like a tree
To use by birds and men

They're clothed like the fields

sunday morning cartoons

The way others are better near some certain others

Sailing. We should be sailing not singing kids!

The right thought out difference between harmony and peace

And hey! Kids! We should see where that fits
With joy thrown in the mix, kids

written

I, O I
Know that
I reach out
Far as I can
& screen it
As if it were
You

Women's hands

How are you

Hey are you, hey, hell, how, how have you been doing

Happy birthday

We could use a limb to lose

i don't really try

Hey held-not-too-close, hold on.

That would mean a lot to slow going me.

reminder of a serene motionless motion

Strange pets in a blanket then floating three feet above a rainy curb.
Where we become phone mentors and stubble confidants
We fly higher than the biting birds in black and white we can't remember.
Hey, hell, I've had enough and you too are on a never satisfied kick.
Stream me, it is me, me to you who fits a tattered coat on a stick.
Flick and feel outside, left in the dark triumphs of sitting still,
Still despite all the odds against hair of the dog reminder.
Reminded of a forward motion's serene changlessness

Led to water

Led to water
To
Drink to see
Multiple eyes
dance to lights

Whispy clouds

Moving morning to the day time
Hey well we meet just perfect

TIme we were getting down
Nit grit slothful savings
Account. Well waste

None of nada,
Tell me why
You fit me

There-then recline
With me being
Me-us mind

Decide.

Love me like a rock

Fifty percent aren't a danger and
*snap
Could be out

Work release

Perfectly fine.

Yea, he's in,           ('Ready wants twenty-five out')
They're out.

Reclaim

Wether we will or will we not as it is go.

Numerology, illuminati, train-stoppers.

We all go together two by three,
Cling to reach our light commupance,
Legit once-was-us, hell, hold away

From the flame
Sights seeing

backwards

baseball hat

Conclusions

This French shit man man they know they know how it's done.




What? No, I know better yeah yeah this track here

Melodé

Hey hell now never mind.
I knew you of you years ago.
Fuck you. Hell I never thought

Some feeling

Held heaven closed down storefront home
Hell, give me a week.

What right do you hold in in-correction
Hell what do you and I know of us?

Matured trees' belief in the breeze
Hallways of correspondents leave

Stonework

The first time you take in rightly
You turn up &you
See uniformity in a color,
Cry a lessening sadness, a
Growing clear of down,
A steady serene
Stonework

i really

Hey there kids
We should be singing not writing
Hey there kids
What do we want for what we are
Hey,
Kids,
Slow down kids, lay low
We know you know

slaw

Slaw
Cheap thrills that cost a lot

Buxom brutish beauties studying psychoanalysis

A brand new sigh balloon that doesn't sync up with your blue tooth device despite prayer
Slaw

us not me

Cash take and be close to us holding us.
I know these days and forget not me.

Our door light low and high and
The between you maintained you
Happy you you as real as the
Beer triumphs the

10,000th thing
Out of us
Not me

the only day

Feel the good money thoughts slow
This news, all news, all hours in today

failure

Cold belly
Warm body
Otherwise

Lies I've Told Myself

Lies I've told myself

Places of truth,
Of clean clarity to
Be in, taken
In soberly drinking
Clams clarity
Of what comes

Slow & clear

The urge to express
The needs falling
In place

Of all hope
Of places of calm
Of transit, to go

To be

In ideas and tombs
Of comforting thought


We reach together
Like the dead;
We take them
In, give them
Homes in us,
             Mastering
Their flow from
Us, getting at
Our same always
Goal of safe
Sense, somber
Joy, contained
In living tomes:
    In sound
    In word        & image
Movement       & interaction
With us        Apart &
Together


Lies I've told myself

Vanity's dream world.

Of knowing no opportunity
Is ever missed;
Only the movement of
Now Is New.

Here is where we
Are & will never
Be without a here
Until the hereafter

Now being
All we know
Being now

hope of fell flat

We feel light
In our head
We ask:
Will I be
Full forevermore ever?

I've personally never asked that
Of anyone.
 Are you kidding?
Who am I to ask anyone anything ever.
   I hold my hand on my head
& lean
        Never having
Worry 'bout people's flaking off of taking
                                               Care of
Each one an other

theyre wrong if they don't like you

To go to to go on and on to turn to you who know no one but see me few far flung between you and I and us

edward

What became becomes us
Re-muddles then clears us us
As we are
Us as us us
As we will be
Be this that remembers me

improvisational bartender

Godblessit
Godblessyou

subvergence

And that is that
And this is better than that

It's just this this
That is that that that is that

The late 60s

I sit huddled
Buzzing
Singing
Along

As I turn inside-out thinking
Of the possibilities of blanket

Disappointed People
Tired of hanging
Outside in the
Cold comfort,
Sentimentally
Singing distance
Knowing there
Hasn't been
Distance
Since

The late 1960s

two brothers apart

I hold on
that's what they say I should do

get things done.
make a list.
commit.
they say that too.
read. write. make and celebrate sad together
get nothing done
write no list
&never
commit

with us, for us and through us

the inner circle

yet to be
there you don't have
it will fulfil
forgiveness

to help the poor
to love the poor
to be poor
to not want need

together we band together making sure all who are with us are self reliant
giving nothing unless we also give resentment and why would we want it

any other way?

ancient roman standard

arrive.
arrive.

arrive to a lack of all things and non things and people lack, people lack it but have hope.

what is hope? do they have it?  will I steal it from their eyes?

in its absence I feel invincible, slow, steady, assured and accepting all.

that there may never be true hope, that 'abandon all hope ye who enter here' may have no meaning yet.

we don't care.  look about yourself, look hard, look close:  no one knows what a care ever was but know now that they may never be whole lest they get that last drink, lest they get that never kiss,
hoping slow
that someone they meet will open their arms and call them,

calling:

come here to me! I want you, you for all you will ever be or fail to be,
it is only the stretching of now that matters and now I call to you,
open armed, full of endless happy hopes to be fulfilled
imagine me imperfect in a mess of sheets whispering your
name after I know you've left to spread your abilities over the earth

we sit slow, fill what we have, anxiously anticipating its inevitable lack,

yet we somehow have homes and ways to relax.

what I will accept

gradually it leaves me
I hold each drop as it
cool beneath me it passes
we feel things, we know things,
and it calms, it calms us late night
lacking into a slow silent sad singing
singing for hope abundant refreshed, or
no hope, free of hopes chance failure,
and with it a cool comfort in what
is or isn't now.  now I know we
have a place to go to, a place
in people a place in bread
a place to wear down
our weary heart bed

I know no there is no one to be in here now to hold to
and dreams wait to swim off

and the inevitable breeze of the future path keeps me
steadily accepting rationing waiting correct,

no remorse.
no reason for remorse

i owe jeff koons around three hundred dollars