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

never

need nothing
want everything

always

want nothing
need everything