BIRDS


1.
a big pink flock of robins
pink because the sunset + their breasts
eat worms despite
a hotter earth

2.
and all the cockatoo could do
was lick with its five boned tongue
and peck with it's two boned lips
and speak to us at an angle


2.
to
"fuck me"
like a blue bird
with a black song

and a red beak
that picks at dusty crickets

to
"fuck me" like a
bird that
lives in a dark wet fir
one that is still alive inside
its ribs

and not the chapel bells played hastily
that old tune too fast
that old mary had a little lamb
but ultra tempo
not like that
we'll put it up there
its sour
but up on the mantletop
the red easter egg that
won all the competitions
and is such good luck
it's rotting inside the case on the mantle
it's been there too many years
it's begging to be let out
with its red cry and its laying down
inside crystals
inside a dead house
inside a bubble town
inside a healthy state
inside the west

Bob Dylan Song

walk two moons
get a tootsie
roll
walk three
get a bike
walk one moon
with me baby
walk one moon
and be mine
run one moon
run simple
feel your knees
bump and grind
run one moon
i'm at the end
of your finish line
your ankles
love eachother
they rub and bleed
bump one moon
bump the moon
bump the moon
here we are on the brink again

the sinks won't close,
they hold back
with a whine

we're on the edge, we're edgy
we play
palsey and polio
brands of our grandparents

right now, this millenium,
we have less dirt,
less shit in our faces,
less gingham and twine
more porcelain more porcini
more granite floors
less aprons but we're exactly the same
100% bdsm
and we're not even faster.

we hold back all the time
hear voices in the water,
we fall over the edge
black tadpoles on a dam.
you have my million wives
by the pomegranate
by the bowl
I just did it
did you hear?
Hurts
only a little
in this town
it hurts
in
In
a different spot.
we stayed at motels
and they always gave us
two beds
and not because we're two souls.
but because we're one soul
that's too young.
And the wind blows sideways
defying gravity
because the wind
is another force
from another place
and the sauces
matter
sauces matter
especially the
savory
sauces
you have all my lovers
and you won't give them back
persephone
i'm ruddy
to run
I'm messy
and friendly
and rough
ready

knowing
i'm right here
just it'll take
a second to spruce
up
i'm the loss
the thing is
i may
not
come

around,
come
ten moons
ten moons
are a black
umbrella &
the coolness
of a bat
competitive
bats in golden
caves
piles of berries
piles of cherries
piles of sour
for you and me
and take it slowly
i do like dropping out
i do like letting go of
invisible force fields

what's all this phantom pain?
I thought I got lice in a
French boomerang house
in a plume of a boomer.
scrape my shoulder in a
move i never make

someday i'll get glinted
differently and maybe i am already.
incredible india
lots of numbers
i'm not eating right
where's my line?
my figure.
my acupuncture
acupuncture me.

fellowship :
a gate that clicks
after it swings

wash me.

is it a fast day?
ouch
ouchstop
0 I'm ready
ready for +
and phantom pain's A-ok

guns

the boss was right
about hunger
and
wanting
productivity
does he have moles?
i dont remember
even where they would have been
a big U drawn under my belly button
and wanting to get even
and not caring
about
breaking
breaking even
& if you wake up early
you're ahead
it means you got the worm,
that's how the
worm works.

marina's story

joey crosby is just the shit
he just talks all low
8 years old and naked
TENT FLAPS OPEN
and he belts
i'm tnt
suck my dick
i'm tnt
i'm dynamite
i'm willing to fight? no.

the end
(cape cod, baby!)
bitches are the same up close as far away
hairy breathy and won't look at you
wont look you in the eyes.
wont do it like that for you
wouldn't've anyway
that song cathy's clown
"dont want your kisses that's for sure" (~chip~)
don't know about ray charles, not in detail anyway
don't know about peres v netanyahu,
don't care.
posture posture
make your neck long
focus on the collar bones
focus on your tits.
sit crosslegged and let it all
fall out of the downstairs
let it all drain out when you
sit there indian style.
hold your cauldron
but don't stir your cauldron.
you're being regal
your elbows are out here
and your hands are together
they 'inter'lock'
now focus on your knees dropping
and let it all flow out
from downstairs
so nervous
and so slow
so so right now

cuz you're so fingertips baby
so inside flat of a pinkie finger
you sweet,
you Boo.
like a candy corn pinkie baby
just common like that
just so normal for an american
y' don't dance too good, don't know
cotillion or waltzes
but knew about the back of a pickup
once/intuitively like a dog

think y can make music but y cant too good
cant love too good
don't want enough
too still,
too equal to women
to push push it

y never buy green or blue dyed carnations
or get dusty from roads or
greasy from machines
shame on you
jus good at bro-ing down
good at boys
and at hardworking women
who are equal
when your feet revolt on a roof
the sky is full of asterixes
but later
later we might do it
There's a line through your face
like you're bleeding from your third eye
and it goes down your eyecrack
and in your nostril side
to over your lips can you taste it?
aint wipin that off.
you have flowers all around your neck too
and there are leaves on the flowers
but behind you is all black? is it flat there?

when you hold it back

a full brush very bloated with dust
is also like a cheesecloth filled with cream
do they hold on to things that should be let go?
Playwrights are rampant, boredom is rampant
male water buffalo go on rampages
strings are plucked not so often as one may think
and the window sucks the curtain in
and holds it there.
The window is not an eye it is a large dry mouth.
if you pull a string and hold it long
does it pluck louder when it is let go?
maybe the chicken knows, the chicken knows about plucking.
on the edge of towns there's this crust
of those welcome buildings that are also exit buildings
that are also shat on

That crust is the same crust that's on biscuits served there
mmmmm.
he wrote all about childbirth hemmingway did
but it doesnt even matter honestly
b u l l .
and war? what the fuck is that? honestly.
I have no clue about all that fucking bullshit
war and childbirth? give me a fucking break.

I know all about some SHIT though, really like pink snowballs that you eat
but they're so sweet they're salty they're just so stimulating
its like UMAMI, the fifthe fuckinge taste
except in shad-ow f o r m.

just with war you don't even feel about it if you're me.

best story ever.

ode to how all the mints make my breath and tummy
the best!! omg!
york mints, after eights, jr. mints.
they are anti-afrodizziacs tho. o well :(/;)
liver for breakfast
next week
hal-le-lu-ia

livin on sunshine n
vitamin D,
Cokakkola, we All walk like egyptians,
duh.

Heresay if i daresay
bliss is in my name,
i am ultimate and absolute bliss
bliss I am.

I daresaid there are two ds on that woman, woman with a yoni
that flop and
her waist just not even there and those
eyebrows are absolutely me and you and
nataliya voliodovnanana
yorn and yule
puke and drool
See,
You are in the food i eat
i eat you everytime i eat.
and that is why we are so close
everytime the woman walks down the street
in the sunshine
and we feel so good because we're not deprived
and we're so eachother?

different poems.

1.
what the fuck is that O doing in the middle of that word?

2.
just because we all
have bob dylan in common
doesn't mean we can dis shit,
honestly,
let go.

3.
I'm not talking about how triangles are
all there to create whatever expression of harmony
amongst the discord,
or your bent or unbent hat brim
THAT HOLDS AND LETS

4.
seasons make such a difference, i'm all season myself.

5.
going out on limbs is really legal.
the limb does not want you.
and neither does the tree.
i've always been one who could go out on the road
with my pitchfork
i have soaring confidence
because I can tell the difference between some birds of prey
like red-tailed
"chippewa
chippewaa
chippewa/chickadee"
those birds all have breasts
but out on the range all that matters is long legs
some dry nimble man flexibility
keep going like that
and loose clothing
but mostly effortlessness
Is that soreness, pleasantness, itching or burning?
Is this cliche?
Do we all know about it?

some people know about it
and other people feel about it And Don't Know Just Are

there are only good people in this world
that is for sure
only pureness and unadulteration
all the food in the world is kosher,
that's for sure
there is no evil
only confusion and judge ment
because we just did it that way


Some tribes run on smoke and some on corn,
that's for sure.


All some tribes
include the actual shit
and include their children
but not nowadays
except in secret dens
in inner cities
that are illegal
and on tv

death year here

he only want police
earth raw lorax
utica we kortland
jutinder is an iowanker
porkers on terhan
and terhan's vintikation
eats and pluots mirabelles
huttonston variety
lily, quiet, reeds in winter
guys in town
yonkers and bonkers
joint
and
polsters on the walls cry
huyindon leaders
mice and rats know
hey how do people restrain themselves
and the power of positive thinking
making when there's layers might be there
you are lazy
there are gutters on this building rotting and heavy
there are so many worms here probably
there are glow bugs too they all itch
it all itches when it gets bigger

live nights are also growing boners
moving uncomfortable unstoppable
cats just keep pushing at you with their sides and heads
and sexuality. their purring is actually them sexing.
live nights leave loners scared.
what do you do to push like a cat
stay empty and happy
and remember you want people

dont

don't let it ruin your night my sweet nothing

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jokes:
1.
11 months out of the year it's italian but in december it's christmastime!
2.
Learning experiences
are great like vicccss66
and how it is alchoholic in a way that makes my butt hurt
heres some cheers to those who get way more stoned than me
who get way more boned than me
heres to medicine head
and being on the losing end of it
one night playing violin, I think i'm ok if i get out of the house
just like most of us,
and fear of unnavigation
and hasstlement
what's a man to do with an electricfeather breath like me though
what's a man to do here in this weather?
I'll give some pennies to poorness that spurs
i'll give some pennies to the sprue that is in me
that makes me only eat potatoes.
And here's to not getting back to me
here's to the hangup calls from all from my uncle to my longest
here I am,
i'll wake up early tomorrow.