after glow

this after glow
shines as brightly
as the first star
ever saw

my pants are dirty

the animals rob energy from me

this is the way it spells itself

I have no controle
over the taking and giving

words are more dangerous than
nuclear bombs riding surfboards
on a sunami

hurt is what hurt does

I will pet you now
until you purr


smack dab in the middle of sadness

smack dab in the middle of sadness
is where the pearl makes the oyster
the sky supports the moon
the sun burns

two reasons why
the frog sings
wet and slippery songs
in the morning of her day

the earth is our tenishoe
we run fast
from our youth

killing and eating what is in our way
crying tears into our throats
so that no one can see

I am just like you
reading my book
from the last page
to the first

spank me doctor
so I can breath

it only took a minute

time is the reason

time gave me the reason to live
working backwards into light
shining moon phrases
barking dog moments
cat meeeows

born alone
I scratch my own back

tulips bloowm of thier owwn accord

being not responsible for this
I swimtoward new truths

small children remind me of my youth

small actions of the brain
seem to youthinize me

running free now
tethers cut
ropes made of soft cloth
and keep me warm
as I use them for blankets
harm is a useless dream
hoping for a car to own

tools are a way of avoiding your fingers

bacon tastes good

have a goat at it

cups half emty

passion made a visit to a lonesome musician
painting a self portrait
with colors not of this world

left alone with the smile of knowing
tears ran down the face of the mountains

the seemingly strong efforts of the caring people
created a vacancy in the hearts of the travelers

inside this
a secret

the patience of the lover
taps the foot
to the blues rythm

glad to have not given it away
the traveller incorporates the dictinary of all time

searching for the word that explains
his heroism

strength has no muscle
but is as weak as the bending willow

clearly the juice of the new milenium
offers a step in a nuetral direction

having colored many pictures
my painting fingers are tired
as so are yours

blisters turn to caluses
hardened softness
hoping to be kissed
redeemed flying a new flag
without war

internal or external

the solution mixing itself
in the peetre dish of opportunity

while the everglades freeze the moment
for all eternity to read

the kindest word

the kindest word walks with soft moccasins on the softest of dirt
looking with the kindest of eyes at where she is going to put her feet. I am not good at doing this perfectly. plauged with kindness I try to touch the edges of this elusive truth , stuck in a damp sleeping bag, I dream wet thoughts about a tomorrow that brings me love.

confinement of the mind

after looking at the sun
the reflextion gave me dizzy reflextions
of the possible tomorrow
stampeeding awareness
helped me to see
the holes trying to trip me

anger as a weapon

the dagger sleeping
venom on the night stand

juxtaposed love

this sadness needs no explianation

when backwards
the love fights harder

time is the hammer
pounding the hot metal into the shape

while the past fucks with the rythim
of quiet possibilitie

the stage was set

at birth

for you to change it

naked on the beach

I said
small words looking for an owner

well behaved preachers
lonesome in there brd

class wars
end up

my grandma never waisted her time
with this

if i tried to tell you anything
it would backfire

the trouble with trouble is

jesus never cared about
what his clothes looked like

dressing up for church is for children

football games remind of coaches
small children chasing balls
while dog
shows the way
to the punnishment
of commitment

the wounded dog
the homosapien
of awareness with salt

do you love your dog????

ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha aha

my dog lives in my heart

as the people drift
like sea foam
crusty and bubbly scum
trying to be pretty
on top of an ocean
that doesnt care

who is this fault
crying for a story?

blame is the game no one can play

fingers tired and rotting in the wind
as they point at themselves

my beauty awaits
self knowledge

incripted on the oldest of stones
that never told a lie
about how old they were

this curse of self awareness
wares the most beautiful of fabric
to discaim the lie of time

your skin is a temporary vessle
for what you already know you are

I landed on this planet
to share this

your words are more precious than water to a thirsty horse
our hearts make small baskets while yearning for bigger baskets to be possible

It is nobodys fault
guilt is the devils margerin

make a pickle out of the devil

add spice and flavor

the shit will taste better

the day I let the animals into my corall

This glowing june bug
mating with my firefly

giving birth to a 13 legged
flying spider

who parked itself
on speakers corner

where all is valid
free to the listener
and the speaker

As a flying spider
bugs and sustinance
no longer a worry

no longer spending my days
pooping out webs
get blown away by the winds

No more birds
flying through my web
laughing at my efforts

to rebuild and rebuild and rebuild

now my tool of choice

I have a zebra
living in my little finger

I call her pinkie

the crockadile
rests in my groin

the hippo
in my hip
of course

Birds in my brain
chasing bugs

sustaining each other

snakes in my feet
grounding me

Elephants have room
in my torso

Tigers run free
in my left arm

Skunks in my heart
repelling bad energy

mice having sex in my knee cap
to feed the snakes in my feet

Buffalo travel
the length
of my intestines
looking for new pasture

Flowers sprout
from my pretty asshole

Hawlk flies free
in my lung space
catching the updraft
of my breath

Cats sleep
with my lizzards
in my brain

Deer teach my eyes
to see

Girrafe extends
my kneck
to reach the leaves

chickens live in my balls
making fruit

teach me of patience

As the bees polinate
my spirit
for new growth

Bears teach me to dream

Antilope in my stomouch
eat and be eaten
she comes to me
offering food

traveling the length of my body
reporting the good news

honk honk honk

Fish swim in my bladder
asking and telling
not a soul
thier thoughts

frog on top of my head
nestled in my hair
calling for rain

While the vulture
cleans up the mess

without a thank you