DONT SAY ANYTHING

whatever direction you choose
make sure its chosen

you fuckin slobs

this is precious oxygen
to not fool with

we can ship the slob klondikes to mars
in fifty years

dont accept peril
long john silvers

ho

ginger blood vodka

lets gaze at the chipped glass
while our lip is stuck
to the drink well
past drinken

a drop of fresh blood
melts into all persued
type on an idea
well past used

all star game

nothing to win
lets loose and loose
adjust the numbers
to sin and booze

wake and sense
that loss is relative
to your prize
there is no fault
behind those eyes

peace piece

there isnt even
a girl
RIGHT NOW
who has my
number

robert frost i ain't

"Ah, when to the heart of man Was it ever less than a treason To go with the drift of things To yield with a grace to reason And bow and accept at the end Of a love or a season."

I DRIVE A DODGE STATUS

I have a Volvo.
I like driving
on water.


Sometimes
I hear everything.
Imagine that.

shut the fuck up

s oo l on g
go ne
featuring
the last honest
moment
again
&
again
ect ect ect ect infin
ity
thirsty for coke
and pepsi
building thefeeling

see a felt
time wash ing up
around
everywhere
especially the
s e a

bornoutofthat tightskinshifting forcomforteverywhere
especiallywithanywomen ohyouknowthestory
acrowdedemptiness seeingwithout
feeling

where have we going

re mem b e r
immediacy re mem b e r comp
lacency a stupid way
to find your self
"no good" wat ccchhhh t ast e

remember this song

that stripper tied to the pier
out to sea on a rotisserie star
a field of green inside a dream
in a brand new contempory piece of shit

we made a recycled tongue on the couch
it's just another bad symphony
played out all night

it's just a beer on the futon
another wasted extravaganza
what a joy to compose
another bad symphony

i cant write that

Everyone stands alone on the heart of the earth
transfixed by a sun ray:
and suddenly it is evening