when i'm thinking about you
and see the moon
it is my secretary
over there
trained,
a karate fighter
runs on the beach
takes small meals
prays
but who does he think of
when he looks at the moon?
fire
play
burnt
personal experience
maybe a song
actual warm
a fire,
people coming over
smoke,
"white rabbit"

true religion
summer fires,
golden as a little golden ring
leaving smell on One
leaving beautiful black behind
in a circle on the dirt
summer fires
coals
putting out them
washing the black ash off my feet
a whole cooler filled with ice
and a whole bag filled with charcoal

and the small room that the dark
makes all around us?

some grass,
some river flowing,

all the birds are quiet
too
"postcard"

"wyoming,"

"2008"

certain
living in a little hole?
eating little pickles?
living?

little stoves with blues
wittle tinky fridges?
little tshirts?

"love"
bathtub conversation
what to do?
ground that holds all
the whites
ground that is moist
ground that kisses
my forehead


ground eats electricity
ground drinks water
ground spits green


ground


also winning,
inserting.
sitting round a
table with small
pink flowers
in a cup

"tea lights"

tea: ceylon,


"life"
five small men are somewhere
playing cards
small table
just come over here
and stick your hot mouth
over this candlestick, see
suck it in to blow it out
and then there is smoke to deal with
over dinner
all the way on the constant
all the way on blacktop pavement
let us go to the desert
and let us believe in dirt clods
a little bit over the crust
and over the edge

of the green hill
in a red shirt

and believe in
no moral cause
my friend
but that of
the orange you're
eating

for me!
a big number
for you!
small boxes
filled with
tinsel


for you!
new mexico, 2007
special candy
in a cupboard
with words on it
children words
new post privat
queen of
cards
of a table
she's like a little bell
that keeps needing
to be rung
this is a song.

can you see what i see?
a star a star
shining from afar
and it twinkles like a little
eye or hair

twinkles like a bell
and a voice
saying things
it
has
said
many times

twinkles like a drip
in a bucket
ding ding ding
every shine in every eye
and every smile on an inanimate object
every figure in a cloud

and all the dances in smoke
and all the flashes in the corner of your eye
and all the spills that make shapes
and the faucets that talk

the purple towels
the lilac pens
the periwinkle fleeces
the violet stationary
the smell of uncooked tofu
and it's juice

a living room with no windows
trees
tree
trees
cut the sky
cut
cut cut
"play"

is never play.
it is perversion
and hellbentedness
and boredom
and grease
all them sit in a circle
and they hold hands
and they sing a song to the food that they have

they sing a song to the food and they are children
and they don't care about the song
and they don't care about the hands

they don't like the food.

the whole sky is filled with ice crystals
and there are golden rainbows in it
and the whole ground is full of confused children
who do not care
three old teachers
like the dog and the rain and the horse
three old benches

the dog follows
the rain falls
and the horse is somewhere

the dog begs
the rain whips
the horse won't let you too close
but also will let you pretty close

the dog barks and is scary
the rain makes crops grow
the horse is a little horsey and twitches with flies
five dimes sit there
five movies play at the cinema

a whole field of grass is dry
and flows in the wind

a whole field of poppies:
does it deplete the soil?

five worms
fed to one big fish

five days left
before the deadline
folding napkins
eating flowers
climbing waterfalls
eating coffee ice cubes
swimming in red water
tasting wine
eating trees and looking
at trees
eating frozen fruits
riding a bike down a hill

the finer things in life
a tiger roars
it sounds like choking
a frog croaks
and you can hear it
and we are all speaking the same
language
you guys we both exist
and there is a sky
with a kite in it
it is about to get weird:

i'm about to get into raw potato

i know.

the thing about starbucks is that they play bob dylan

which is neat

the thing about life is that there is ground

and potatoes grow in it

and there is bob dylan

he sings about my feelings

starbucks

serves delicious frappes
when i worship
lord god
i love to drink water too

when i drink water
i am worshipping lord god throat
no perv tho

when i worship lord god chocolate
i have to ask my friends if any is
still on my face
when bears worship
lord god forest strawberry
or lord god gooseberry
they really worship her
lord
it has been awhile
since i have had a chance
to worship lord god strawberry

i would like to worship her on
some angelfood cake soon
too real?
bathing in a pool
bathing in a pool
dogs swim all around
and there is lemonade


now it is night

i ate hot fudge

there are flowers but not as many
as there were a couple months ago
every day is tolerable
if i can bathe.

very nice kittens in boxes on the street
very nice bike to ride
very well behaved things

folding napkins.

lighting candles.
what happens when you wear a face?
somebody said "we all have many selves"

the girl over there
has said the word "honey"
repeatedly
i can chant my own name for hours
i chant my name over and over
i chant it on the internet
also on my phone
i chant it around fires
but only when i'm by fires
i'm a very modern girl
i own chickens now
they live in my back yard


i have a cage in my room
with singing birds
that are blue

my chickens are black

i also have an entire
herd of guinea hens
that think i'm their mom
and follow me everywhere

i only wear leather
i eat mostly radishes
i can climb waterfalls
i can see the stars in daytime
i can do whatever i want
it is really cool
there are roses here too
if i was a little mushroom
i would be red with white dots.
you could eat me and die.
there would be people who
loved me
and whole civilizations
that used me
if i was a little mushroom
i would be under a big tree
and i would eat poop.
if i was a little mushroom
i would be black underneath
and i would digest rotten things
if i was a little
cat owned by bob dylan
i would be in a different life.
exactly what i want now
exactly for me
four heads of broccoli
and they can be cooked
anywhichway

yes yes
i spend all my days
walking down
the very streets
that bob dylan walked
merely 40-0 years in the past now

it is just important that
we all get our leafy greens
and our connection to music
in a tough day and age like this

not
attention to me


five seats around
a round table

five cups




my night
my cake too.
i'm not quite sure just what i've lost
it's a whole nother forest, i know
the woods i'm in now, though
i'm sure that there's roses here too
fiorucci
forinaria
forever
for ton