came and went
just the thought
you know

packing then
the day arrives
finger on the fourth
fret
i
quit being me

the year of our lord
riding horseback
into town
just
to waste time

god’s eyes are watching
you unaware
playing
crazy eights

creating symphonies
where’s
the drum solo

the year
of the toenail
baptized
with blood and water

so have a sandwich
have it on rye
bread

put in some effort
try or
be creative

please do not go away
i need you
your visits
your sense of knowledge

you could do things
make magic like fire
turn into a bird and
fly away

strong enough to carry me
strong enough to put me down

returned from
yesterday
had a book filled
with notes
drawings in pencil

it is
different now
ready
everything is almost
the same

got people
yelling
at me
to
buy more shit

the idiot’s platform

the mud dries
the leaves burnt
think i
will make coffee
and sip

surrendering logic
becoming something else
something new unlike
a car or maybe

it is a simple transition
described as a transfer
of energy

who
invented the piano
and why
would people play

was
in a room once
filled with
ideas

could no longer breathe then
you opened a window
and
i escaped

returned
with a
present

spent yesterday
lost inside the television

surprised by
the lack of wires
thought there’d be villages
filled with people

it isn”t lonely by your self
so
what”s your point

there i found a tree
a hat filled with wood
and a pen

we will evolve

in the rear view mirror
just want to
drive
somewhere
close or maybe far
away

here for now
that’s
all it’s ever
been

until i eat you
until i
put you in my mouth
and swallow
then

lost forever in time
a bone
drawings of the sun

a house in the 60’s
the very first mirror

went there to fall
and bleed

happiness
in my shirt
pocket

a pen protector