monica s.

always wanted
to go to that
modern art thing
in miami.

you look like some broad i know. i...

you're the best,

ive dreamedabout you baby
there is a lostness
for thinking about you
come the morning
everythoing os gone

working for where you been
a certain longing
up and down the state pen
mourning for the ground
tearing mountains down

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woke up on your lawn
afraid to make you think
that i'm anything else
besides this \/
Confucius say that

winter fashion

khaki calamari olive garden attire

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hyyyyyyyyff
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i'd like to see you cry

play the
strings
one last
time
say hurray
one last
time

there is
a sunshine
shining in your
heart
even though
you're gone
i can still
feel your heart

self portrait

time to febreeze
that hole out

put the fire out
quit smoking cigarettes
while you sleep about

fuckn shit all out
wave your flag about


cumstained mindbrain snout

The world is your beaver.

i'm gonna do all i can for my landlord

im swallowing all the warm
apple pie scent that i can handle

there is a thanksgiving for riding
little ponies in your brain

a grand entrance for all the
things that you thought of before

if there is freedom then i can smell it
its alright in the ring around here

empty shot

grew up grazing at a pornography day camp
wasted while spending time wanting to wilt
without the feeling of pain just the spirit
clenching the heart of motherfuckers

charlie murphy memory

1 oz. pliny the younger
1 oz. double barrel ale
1 oz. firestone ipa
1 oz. ska ipa
1 oz. ska ipa
1 oz. ska ipa
1 oz. coors light
1 oz. iron hill alt
16 oz. avery ipa
16 oz. avery ipa
1/2 # alaskan crab legs
4 oz. seafood dynamite
2 fresh oysters(pei)
16 oz. flying dog belgian ipa
16 oz. pabst blue ribbon(can)
16 oz. pabst blue ribbon(can)
16 oz. jack daniels & cola
1 oz. reposado patron
16 oz. red bull & vodka

i want a hot dog for my roll

i don't like all the bread
i'm on that diet
and besides
i don't even like your dog
it's so cold

earth-planet, universe

tired
of
fast-
ness

green
rapt-
ure
!!!

inter-
view
with
a bear

get
near to
the
heart
of the
earth

satellites

enjoyed a balance of summer
beer times' with six thousand
and a lonely stale lemon and
vodka drink that was way past
its prime
isang a song for moderation
and hard work that never seems
to churn my day
like i've always
wanted it to go, babe
without a serious plan i
play like a slow tool
in a small
town with just one
horse

african american jim

the ghouls came in
while i was coming
it felt nice
to stay inside
after your all done

i coughed at your shores
in the shallows
said goodnight to the werewolves
see where's i be
see the seas

the bluejay and cardinal float
across a wet river i'm passing
that could be we
in a divide or in the tide
lettuce see

dream machine

a chance of purpose
for something of somewhere
or someplace who cares

about the things
that you are thinking
the peculiarality
is a young mans
game forever

through the window
downward
from the hill
i nursed the magic

wet

i punched the keys
with all of my necessary
digits
everything came out
just like planned
except for everything
that was right
the moment was merging
and everything changed
even the _ain

sinbad

the men all
be acting
like
zombies
at the
mall.

some girls right now

drawing with my fingers gently
on my mothers back
even though she's been gone
twenty five years

it'll never feel the same
especially, with this lovely girl
in my arms

i kid, i kid

i hurt so new
its a manhattan makers mark
a slice as big as my head\
its a pitty to feel so alone

the acceptable verticle
position deep down
left like a ghost
still breathing
underground>>>>

yearn for the thread of creation
lets sausage link a beautiful
feeling together;;;;;before
i go on vacation baby$$$$$$

blew the trumpet

i won and ate pizza for
8 days in a row
you wouldn't recognize anything
or your best friend
i feel for you

dead too
mother and looking young
i'm not yet a father figure
but still the man
of the house

summer camp/////

a new border in a small=town
the mission of love with solid food
goodbye im lonesome
somewheres im not going

three new band names

congo butts
wild puppies
submarine heroes

even jesus wouldn't drink diet coke.

black maple hill

on the road to recovery
from losing my mind
to probably not finding
anything in the way
of new direction

the foundation of
dreaming is so
close to the basement
door that it's stuck
locked up by
virtue of the
masses
the value of
passing through
is pure sunshine

burning blisters
of salted handmade pretzels
sucking up the alcohol
from kentucky 1991

prescription surprise
sculpted and molded
into fine spirit
with bio dynamic
grass amended

particles of car alarms
sheets of ambulance
seaside swing of smoke rings
dirt of diligence

so long(hots) philadelphia

eroded on the subway floor
slick black tar slime
unfortunate racist propaganda
another thought to get away
still a weasel

operated on
tampered with
reformulated

lonesome smell
forgotten shell

cherub piss

without any god
it's brilliant
to believe in love

or the ghost of love
and all things in between
the awkward standings

everything from here to there
the beautiful feeling
spewing from
the fountain

my african americans

the food is taking really long because im black
are these the chicken wings?

raga, dog

free poem

not everyone has
had a pizza party
not everone has
had a friend
sometimes every-thing is wrong
sometimes it's everybodies song
sometimes no-
one chimes in
sometimes no-
one has come or gone

sometimes it's a depressing poem, bitch.

boring hasalways stood right next to brilliant and noonehas said shit about it.

listen to the pleasure now

hear it when it's right infront
a container snyc
get sick sink set see sun

chelsea ginger thrill
human being girl

willie nelson

the line of this reality that we are always on
a specific space in disregard to cameras
the flight of an air stream down the road
that road, that goes somewhere forever
in this picture, in that picture, still travelling

l'oro de napoli

there is a flame spitting
out of the gold watch
of mt. vesuvius

if you knew about rudolph
you would yell at jesus's
christmastime lagoon

have a volcano

ahh, management cowardice

shuffled feet////////
saying so about the youth.
with abrasion and judgement
a sonic understanding of music
slowly returning to everything
before it was magic

piano solo

me go to the computer
tired with weed
struck down inside that day
zipped on a chord of tomorrow
yawning at everything else

suck on the future so softly
pretend you'll friend saturday night
hit the keys impromtu always
play the song of it's alright

slam dunk

even with all my facebook friends
i am alone
and i'm sure you kids
don't ever think about all that stuff

the quiet forests of confinement
a resonance of jazz that is
here it says easy
a breeze of calm, cool
quietly screaming that same sad song

i guess you shouldn't rush a good sentence
into a new clean stream
the conscience of real airs

gina for resident

i said yes to mrs. forever with the potential futures/
she saught the familiar tradition wit the rest of life,\
ive been in loves since the beginning seconds of the initial thoughts
frequently reminded of emergency reaction fraud gossip111
its anothr one of the uncomfortables in a remarkable feeling
weve never axed for anything else more reals..

good night

the only kind of smoke that doesnt dissaper\ar
the lost exhaust ive grown alone to tell
the last smurf and gargamel

"pizza farm"

the winning of always
take s such a long time
it's lo ho yo lo ho yo
in the bottom of a vessel
the streaming of emotion
generates power
to fill the sails
and progress toward new lakes

there is a fresh time still
for one to fish in a new stream
spread our minds
around smooth ideas
break bread inside of friday
some place else

february 22nd, 2009

to tip-toe
in the nonpareil universe
confused with gifts
spread thin with drinks
here's to one half of a lifetime

thinking of pretzels
and wine soaked shirts
with bread baking
and drawings of words
rising from the oven

tender roll

i guess i'm not fast in the low yo market
not that i thought that speed was rough
just a feeling of shoved burglarized youth
around the driving of the tush boogie moon
after dessert\/\123.

i don't know where i am!
harmonica rhapsody
drum solo
what a nice organ
where i am

new thing

eleanorrooseveltsaid,
youmustdo theonething
youthink youcannotdo.

new band names

ape
chicks

small
cock
bravos

gag
cocks

fruit
nuts

fat
slob
butts

puss
whore

screw
tactics

dead
fucks

dog dick

pook a poo
dog a new doo
duke a doo

show a freak dog
a new goo

hard crash

write around a lot
seek a new post
create a soft tempered clavier
roll off a couple simple speeches
always pretend with smoke rings and arm chairs

you stupid unlaid fuck!
what are you? gonna masturbate forever?
sad layaround smile wasted
chirp with the birds slanted
across the cross mother breathing
shipping out to some grand sea

fuck you = i love you

ice to rain sunrise 7:12 a.m.

there is also a silence that's free
like the absence of weight
that sometimes floats away

these are th days
there isn't a candle left anywhere
here's to a sweet horizon tomorrow
for us to look at

the funky popcorn 16 horn comeback now orchestra

the dead zone
the safety zone
a weekend across the hills
a wake through the bright sunshine
a blinding look into a new day
a fraid of the self that you brought to the table

i sail on the atlantic

simple and fearful
set out in the night
when the ocean tries to follow me
i don't put up a fight

let me go
get shipwrecked for real
without all the trouble
on stromboli island

love sums

t-bone kiss mess
the coal of dreams
trips through the cement
of cheetah coca street

dismiss the fresh crest
scream at a mess best

boys all over the ground

i climbed in a lot
we walked around from time to time
i rode a moon on fire
from time to time it was screaming

the death of humor is disgraceful
sometimes when the spirit leaves
its really unentertaining

somewhere/// to from

when you remain lovely with doomsday guy
it makes me want to apologize
but its not my fault

fallin around my head
lead

some more pictures of karl

you cant readwright
dead in a room across a coupla blocks
he just lived over there
real nice kid too
he would walk in once a week
ask for a case of ipa
and i would always tell him how its tasting
with future improvements included
oh, and the dog