good friends

Hands on phone
Light, day left.
Music. Music.
Some people Sing,
So slow they sing

there was and is

What Holds and
What makes so
Full it makes
It better by
Holding

spare a year

You know the load.

For heaven or hell,

Children free from
Talking but playin'

Worm n tree outside,

See me, see me
I showed you my
Age

Little life

Calamity gathering gross ghosts on the floor
Fixative of off beat burdens, grow mighty
Fall fleeting ghost river meaning we
Not an uncompromising musk
Greeting the years away

Falling fasting feeling most others are others
Meeting another great escape twisting up
Monuments to the last place we were
Wondering, waiting for the never-
Mind of place in place of shade
Gave up the gaze ought not
Fought, got meanings to
Fit fully still empty
Out where we
Least of all
Know

tom waits

meadow

A float
A city
A ghost
Privy to
What's
Mostly
Here

Lack of
Fear
Ruminating
Leave us
Here

The sounds
Befall what
Ever we
Are
Looking
Just fine
To be
Found
Here

Go up to
A greased
Pipe and
Lock sights
With what's
Lost from
Our view
Here

three feet

Comb through headache scroll
Stomach ache gone, going on
Feels like this tapering flop
Never stops never stirs up
Another day is another
Sqwinched slipping
Hope happening
Grope float
Gloat cope
Coma

forget sculpture

Pure Michigan's night before today
Held cold water, which we need
We need to feel new.  Happy
To never be not me, less
Is never what I want,
No, what I need,
What I need

they say it fits

Trickery of a mind not better than a mind completely lost.

Time keeps creeping through the songs you always listen to.

This This is salvation; this This that we read I wrote is our salvation.

Hope hold love of that frontal left lobe we left in a gutter so long ago.

So long, so, so long and other tricks of talks we never wanted to have,

Yet hold out to hold tight to hold on to what we were meaning to say,

So long, so long ago.

Treat Yourself

Treat inside you as you would without you

Lettered day, forgotten day, clear gains either way
We knew you so well; were with you in what you
Said so many obvious longings long past us now

Treat inside you as you would without you

Come home while at home alone with the good
Part of burnt popcorn's shell stuck between tooth
And gum. Turn to every morning routine, night to

Treat inside you as you would without you

Know best, know more, know less than you need to.
Cream of watching what's left in your head from those
Stories of your sleep, come back, come back, come back,

Treat yourself.

New Dream

Moving Game,
Stationary dance
Stay, turn away from
Nights drifting, come
Back, come clear
Come away with means,
Not vultures, not another
Safe self skipping the good
Birds songs, the light of open
Worth in planning hope,
Planning a better gaze,
A truth not so obvious

Woman

Calm down clear sky,
Turn on the figures,
Stay with me
Stay with me
All day
All day

My sheen

oohs and ahhs, la la las, sheen, my sheen, hair crimped by humidity, sheen, plastic 1000ad shields clapping when they should ting

tailored stream connect

I painted in a failing kerosene heated houses basement listening to vinyl with bodega cheap tall boys
A cheap one hitter my dad found on his apartment floor and called a one toker, what I name things and what names are given; hold them close; close as in the sun you temper with S.PELLEGRINO now,
Hearing music made by machines when we want men we knew with women to with tearing stark motion perfume a room with arms and bold breath through things they treasure and carry

tangerine

Everything that has or is now happening turns sure enough into a future story
Hell, have we reached what all have always wanted?
God, I can't come to have this without reaching
What all we want to be substance stable
Dancing inward in words spoke

Should I buy a bike wheel
To hand of hand
Hang above
A house
Home

Preaching We Don't Care

Timing the release to fit,
To fit just so, just so we realize

Drone Before Drone

Ghost of attempt,

Clear the future way,

Make do with most,

At least 49% of us are

At your footstool, breathing

Heavily while lying down,

Blanket clenched.

I know the way out of dream

I knew a better way some day

Distant. This is me. Here, here

I am, waiting for breath to slow;

Lay down beside the fire my dog fears.

What a grasp, what a grasp of what

Will be if we only did this, this, or

That that made it work out well

For the clear, for the clear Future way.

there will always be sunshine somewhere

I'm so sad I can barely type this

the sun shines fairly on brooklyn

A green ash tree that grew in Brooklyn
Will be cut down that I knew so well

fox jack russell terrier

You can
Be on
Boats
Lina
Dignity
Lina