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