liquid energy!?
hot milk and water
to drink.

somebuggy will tell me
what to do
somebuggy will give me a
little break!
a little crunchy break!

five o clock coffee
sweet stretches
shotput eyes
out breath

i'm enrolling you with my face and neck filled with flowers.

Me?
my kitten?
long black eyes
scabby lashes
scrappy face
black red circles
really veal
un

rubber loon
sweet lake with sweet birds on it
sweet stars in the sky
sugar stars
dessert.
sweet air
sweet wind
sweet children
pure sugar picnic table
sweet puddle
sweet golden pinecone
sugar globe
ice sugar dinner
love of nature

what kind of ghost is this?
irish?
a fresh green ghost?

what kind of mexican ghost is this?

a bloody dog

i'm a little teacup
thristy
thirsty for brown water
i'm a little teacup
pour water on my dry plant
and then give me the water
and then put it in me and
then i'm full
and then i'm thirsty again
im a little teacup
sometimes im dirty
sometimes im clean
sometimes i stand on my big hole
sometimes i stand on my flat
i am so useful in this world
i'm so thirsty when im empty
pouring

spring is s-rung
pring!
wood planks hold dark wet spring together
wood sticks hold white spring up in the air
wood is wet and smells springy
wood is green in spring
wood cups gold green thats new
wood holds

a little home on the prarie
in a tree.
with a carrot garden in
the cabbage patch
a little rain falling down on the ground
a little play shown
with red cloth
a little gunny sack
little sack of bugs that
i carry and sing about
i will sing you a whole song
all about a bag of bugs
from my sweet home that
you stand outside of
a sweet home in a hole
in a tree
to you
standing in my patch

with a little budget
a
little badger
little money
little hole
anything can be done
with a stipend
even a wet little home in the ground
even a small little movie
for entertainment
as long as you have a blankie
and body heat
you have a dirty burnt pot
and a sense of adventure
a pattycake

lick my drool

i've been a book
my whole life
a hard bound
classic
 but when i leaned over
to see if my pages were gilded
on the edges
my spine broke
and now i'm all wobbly
have to be careful
when you p ick me up
and the college bookstore worker
wont take me back
except for recycling

I'd rather work
and give people juices and foods
than for even one second
be back in the woods
with you
and my old self

The silver buttons on my shirt are mocking the fadedness of my clothes and the brightness of the moon

Sweet dinner
of meat
with fat on it
eating not for hunger
talking solves nothing
of movement
of gridlock


of needing
the spray of
la mer

Ten thousand degrees
all the lights on
lot full of engines running
sun bright
hot day
funeral
lots of layers

invitation
cheeks bright
head light

aurora borealis
on the plains
biting
unread news