slow down
the walls are
calling

blah blah blah
cheeseburger
may i have
an oreo
milkshake

you are what i
know i need
words trapped
inside
a speaker

we will be here
together
feel
the dreadful beat
and
do not
forget to dance
yeah to know
oh oh oh oh

this takes place
in a car
just off
44th street

does anyone really
like grand rapids
in the winter
just
a few

it is
pretty
cold and white
how
would you describe
it

not a word left
to say

a love song
so stupid
it
could only
happen to
me

 

clarity

was fucking sick
thought i was dying
cause i am

asking for a pardon
just let the clock
tick
alittle longer

found
what had been
missing

— — —

death’s release to
somebody
you probably know

heard the fatal news
said something about
not coming here
i surrender
waited
not really
just did not want
to wander
without and
how
that is nonsense
spoken
in thought and
in person

— — —

how
to release
yourself
from yourself
thru rhythm
or performance
back stage
concentration
hitting the mark
then the light finds you
empty

refusing to go there

would rather be thoughtfully
rich
as in a bird with
a sensitive beak
craving

never thought about being
captured or ruptured
or anything except maybe
landing after all
perfecting the difficult
the impossible
please do not let me leave
we can pray
often
seldom
invisible

because i see you
tortured parts and
by people you
know

always going never
going
to be the same
so you know better
your past life
as
a boomerang

please come here and
stay
save a front row seat
put them on a guest list

please come here and
stay
type a song write about
happiness forgiveness
found what was missing
forever waited
found what was missing
making me wonder
making me missing
frontal lobe silence
anticipated distortion
so fucking sick
thought i was dying
cause i am
loving you
anyway

the brain being
a complex organ
full of pipes
and sound

lets
feed the hungry
exploit the faith
make it up

many years ago
when the blue moon
laughed and
the town followed
all the way
got the answer
needed
to advance

spoke fast without
consequence
became meaningless
then cut in half

here is what
we get
start then
finish

cried like a stream
gaining momentum

here you will land
here you will take
up space
to be filled in
later

how
this life
does
not work

hope
there is hope
everything
is nothing
he
said this
while
in bed
dying

Seems like the spirit doesn’t see age or read poems.That’s for us to see.The spirit sees light and movement and knowledge,learns how to see energy.Miss your clarity.What we would see,what we would say.How your spirit is not so happy.Where’s Terry?Fuck if i know.He is that person you described.That is not what my spirit says.That is not what your spirit says.Fuck if i know.Light and movement and knowledge.Miss your clarity.What our spirits shared.Our light and our movement and our knowledge,our synergy and love.

got a pass
heaven awaits
imagine the in
feel the siren
the knowledge
of the ambulance

talking birds and
the priestess telling jokes
absurd chair
surrounded
learning to walk then
raven
fly away