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..