i am alone
and
you are here
and
i am alone
and
i do
not want
to do
this
anymore never
again

keep going
one of the secrets
of life
involves movement
cleaning
keep the broom working
the dust pan
looks ready too
ponce

imagine no longer
needing to worry
needing to be
concerned

mark the calendar
circle the day
make it a bulls eye

pint glasses for the
over achiever
spent the night
out

on the couch
where i slept
with a blanket

didn’t this happen
last week
and the week before
and the week before
that

the truth we
need to tell

mom died
took the love
with her

hate destroys us

the land that
produced peanuts
magnolias
and
bob

who married
betty
after
a short hospital
stay

i wanted to
play woody
songs
ride a train
and bleed
so i could
bleed again

goodbye
to
however it was
maybe
we didn’t know
then
like
we know now

rub
the tired out
of
your eyes
embrace
motel life
fires
and the grave yard

see the moment

it was
in the hospital
betty and bob
the promise
that is always
kept

“what a long strange trip it’s been”…got old and noticed,noam said here we have two parties that represent the same interests:a gun in one hand and a bible in the other,surprised we are still alive,stay well,fight the good fight.

nobody
knows where they are
going
they might say they
do and believe they do
and often achieve things
that confirm they do then
something else
arrives

the mice
were
underneath the house
planning

you
were upstairs
packing
your gun with
fresh
bullets

the world
is where we live
for now
anyway

soon

extinction is happening
and
we are watching
just
open up your
fucking eyes to
witness
the
revolution
of the hungry

waking up to this

i am
not very strong
however
i am
part of a
collective