more

tell me more

tight tell me of time

more on

media media

flip back time

more

time

gaining relating waiting

walk in the park car

sometimes so

anything

tin

the only thing wishing wasn't

stop break repeat buffer

shallow gauze

this is the way you're OK

asymmetrical spinning leaving

YOU CAN

the wait is gaining

star
STAR

touch tone

warm lit keys

tangents

image of an image

asymmetrical spiraling

nature

brief

breathe side
leisure lounging

a reassuring sounding

reverseing

stomach spinning
soothingly slowly

the money comes
from not working

the days lie
down

everywhere in
wanting waiting

and again

reverse

show revised mainly pluralized

slow legs cross

turn off the arrangement

undulatings

ups and downs

movements on a small level

unity ups the shovel

waits gain on you

show

slow leg cross

turn of the arrangement

undulating

up and down

to movement on a small level

unity up the shovel

wait gains on you

then and again

at the new jersey walt whitman service area

an american flag slapped me in the face
on the way back
to my car

project

closed shut eyes saying sent

the laying down is in new ground

a rub and a flinch wheel top where

mothers of fathers saying sent

window top off saying sent

the guides and laying low

and the plane down

tap dance

what you're
feeling
has been
felt before

or it hasn't

either way

it's something
to think
about

refried

wishing wasn't

too much left.

not enough beans

are waiting for our

agreeing gathering.

plaid gains

some folks
don't wear no

clothes at all.

steady let

leave

lost.

gaining gain

feeling felt.

wait
waiting
wants

old photos
thrown away

for time wasted.

face paint.

flippant faces.

gain gathered.

feeling unity

working

in and out.

gathering.

925 finally freedom friday

books are for faggots

in the deleted scenes

(what) of
Cruel Intentions(?).

new phone

photos then

new baby

in a pot on the stove

in a cannon.

video games

old poem

strange
what some things produce
when other things won't come

action in this
strange
instead

'Others Narrate With Lyres or Harps' by Fernando Pessoa

Others narrate with lyres or harps;
I tell with my thought.
For he finds nothing, who through music
Finds only what he feels.
Words weigh more which, carefully measured,
Say that the world exists.

poem

win what

gain and losers

fit fitting fit

lost losing lost

there isn't.

then

again

there wasn't.

troubles unsaid

saying said

saying

weather wears want.

gain is gaining

font.

poem

Birds don't need

GPS

and
neither

did we

poem

warm
life
comfort
pay

figure

in

life

so loss
isn't
gain

then &
again

finish

mind life

gone

left
gone

trickery

what
gain

finish
dinner
with
grand
ma

drool

perfect.

trouble

that

light

not

her

s
l
e
e
p

poem

photo genetics

wait line