i'm just a poor boy
with a poor bullet

i'm just a dead dog
with yellow snow

i'm just a cold old man
with weak tea


we're all cracked

an entire purple mountain rests in my backside.
I live on the crest.
an entire freezing lake gets made all the time.

i'd like it if you could just
get this kink out of my neck

I'll take off my shirt
and you can see me naked
but most importantly you should rub my neck
and hopefully actually work something out

because it is sore.
you could step on my shoulders

lets just look into finding a dinosaur track
in colorado
in the sunshine on the prairie where there are tons of spiders in the grass

the bells chime in songs and also in churches
but we dont play bells at home right now.

just rub this out of my neck and be an old man that tells me stories
of women with cymbals on their fingers that clink
and of aching knuckles that I give myself
through the worst ways
not allowed.

Let's drink cold coffee
and sit on the floor
and eat iceburg lettuce
and talk about sheep
and draw pictures of
wales

I thought that she embroidered 'dad' but she embroidered 'dark'

I thought but

i know i have a chance

one chance in hell

one chance in a song

in the morning

and also hark

the harold

angels sing

a morning song

that I wont and cant wake up for

with my heavy

with your grace

with your grace

I need a cactus
so it can bloom in colors
i can't see,
but insects can.
(to me the flowers look green yellow
like my hair under a shadow)
this will remind me that butterflies exist

the spines will stick in my stomach

I can water it once a month
and watch it swell up like Health.

cactus

I need a cactus
so as to prick my finger on,
in my nightgown
and in my long blond hair
that is really smooth

and i'll prick it and recieve it's poison
daily
and fall into a gentle slumber
that i'll only wake up from with
a prince's kiss?

listen to me,
listen to my extra parts.
they beat like a drum
and make my voice squeak more helplessly.
they are called.

Springtime, I'm not even thinking of you.
Fall, you're all about rape.
Tommy, your real name is winter.
Summer- I can't even say your name.

day two

and i'm in it

and the water's set to boil

in like 5 minutes

there's dust on the empty bottle

and a white animal

loose in the house

I have an extra ring.

+

GET OUT OF ME


I DON'T KNEAD YOU


I DON'T KNEAD ANYMORE

I AM A BREEZE

I AM A FLOWER IN THE BREEZE

I AM UNRUFFLED

AND MY SKIN IS CLEAR

INVISIBILITY

STUDY

AND WARMTH

ARE WHAT I'M INTOBEINGINTO NOW

LET ME CLEAN UP A LITTLE BIT


LET ME SWEEP


LET ME POUR HOT WATER


AND WIPE IT UP WITH WHAT USED TO BE A DIAPER

IT IS ABOUT TIME

TO GET DRAINED

TO BE FLEXIBLE

AND EASY

IT IS ABOUT TIME TO GO TO THE WOODS

AND TO GET TO KNOW SOME SAP

AND SOME WET BROWN NEEDLES

IT IS ABOUT TIME TO PUSH

PUSH THE ICE UNTIL IT BREAKS

AND A WALRUS CLIMBS OUT.

LET ME BREATHE

BREATH OF PEPPERMINT



LET ME SHINE


WITH LOCKS OF GOLD



LET MY GARMENTS

FLUTTER IN THE COLD WIND



LET MY TABLE

BE FILLED WITH ROSES.

RAIN RAIN RAIN

COME TODAY

COME BATHE ME

COME LET ME

GET RID

ENTER IN









FLOOD












OF DARK WATER















STILL CLEAN










THAT FILLS UP










THE COURTYARD













THAT'S IN THE MIDDLE












AND DRAINS OUT













LEAVING ONLY THE WHITE PEICES















THAT COME IN PEAT MOSS















ENTER

THE

SMELL

OF PEAT.

ENTER IN







DOLPHIN








SALT






&







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AND SPLASHING