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