tried
to text
guess
it did
not go
thru

keep hitting all
the wrong buttons

in my mind
anyway we
remained friends almost
not for long

thought about forever
how forever seems
like a long fucking
time when you do not
talk

okay
we will only speak
Spanish maybe
Sanskrit

enter
be ready
to
go

interrupted
lock her up
throw the key
away

vision
does not
allow you to
hear

he looks like
he practiced
eternity
out to murder
god

am alone
and silent
the television on
the sound
is turned off

his pathetic suit
the husband got
what
she had wanted
and
so did he

he promised
he
would crack
a smile

you have 24
hours
and
must pay
the credit card
bill

met the devil
and
the goddess too

at the same time
relaxing
on the couch
next
to a book
about cartoon art
and anatomy

everybody’s darling
killed by love
in animation

happy go lucky
whistling
who
would have thought

alone here
with a pen
sunlight and static

burn some toast
engrave the sky
read some poems
a novel
about sunglasses

and the beach
seagulls
on vacation
canoeing

am a firm
believer
that
you are evil
because
you cannot fly
just float

here we go
again

like you will set me free.take me someplace
i have never been.hear what only
a dog can hear;blow your
whistle.

wonder how you do it sometimes.
manage in the face of
this fallow artscape.

the pace is empty and if nothing
else i wonder why?

to be filled with
crayons and people
as sticks.

a mannequin .fucking expurgate this.

must be fun
writing
virtuous poems
that
bring happiness
and rhyme

exam loving
reach for the stars
paradox

tested positive
for an
addiction

the world i knew
no longer
exists

it all changed
seems like
nobody cared

go fuck your image

i remember
yesterday
like
it was
yesterday
and unfortunately
you
are no longer
here

for me to see

as time goes by
do
you dream
of
lakes and oceans
and people
smiling do
you

the child
appeared
lost
minus meditation
legs crossed
humming
that melody

for me to see

it rained all
day last
night
i was here
i know
sleeping

you will be
on
your own
you
know
armed
with a pen

so we both know
it was
about to end

drinking
spinning
trying
to top that
somehow
i know you
can

fell into place
the 3rd note
in a cord
the knife
on the table
the drugs
in your pocket
the cross
around you neck

grew up
wanting
to be an apostle
hang out with
jesus and that whore
mary
got that story wrong

bucket number six
tension fucked up blue
hair and a voice that
could produce nausea and
ultimately stunning orchids
and hyacinth
which i would crush
with my awkward
paws and leash

your beautiful eyes
spin the wheel
get out of this one