Archived Poems

jackson pollock on painting so how do you feel about art it is funded you know so are libraries could take the bus except there is no bus drifting thru the lavender mist

music to the ears of the birds so glad you found me wonder sometimes where you live would love to see your home

work now for a corporation they want blood footprints of the first child a camera placed above the bed and movies about breakfast when did i agree to all that when i qualified guess i do not mind work now in a garden surrounded by worms and giant bags of peat moss punch in and…

decisions and written plus oral arguments the deal was done was doing it for them not coming back would ask lots of questions unanswered went to the chamber to dance and all along been thru salvation none of this ever quite happened more than twice

you are not entitled for whatever your fucked off reasons not to talk it is not mysterious not anything it’s just fucked off

in the womb learned how to play guitar fucking melody voices singing what i thought was harmony tapped my tiny feet there are pictures in one hand a harmonica the other a stick for a drum that day i became a band

then the sun came out shined like it knew something

doubtful an empty pot miss yesterday when it was full feels like a hat searching for a head a thought in need of a pencil a cigarette long ago forgotten

ww3 they took a break enjoying my loneliness the reassuring sound of the quiet down to one bar

well that does not make any fucking sense know how the cats sleeping i am dreaming with the cats birds chipmunks other cats foolish dogs hiding bones stupid people acting smart fell down then got up required adjustments vision tests things with blood urine fecal collecting i am a doctor somedays then other days an…