i don’t ever want to rest in peace and i certainly don’t want any of… resting in peace some of us grew up listening to pu… and speed metal

i would be excited to hold it tickle its little belly and watch it laugh if it cried i would search enthusiastically

i can smell a clue about as well as a rock and if you’re waiting for me under a rock

an illness so cold he sees flames as medicine and treats his disease

that is another man’s suicide if i kill myself there will be hookers

a man must find his way to live in the world a poet must find his way to let the world live

i search each second find words under rocks and rugs looking for poems

the Buk used to write about the va… hanging around the downtown Los A… looking around the library here on 8th & Rio Grande i think

sunlight makes love to the earth an orgasm of photosynthesis from the heat of their passion tulips are born

dawn is a coffin stars take their graves in morning come night, resurrect

let’s say you’re trying to go somewhere who isn’t? but let’s say you never get there

isolated Sunday bicycle rides tend to compel long winded speeche… character dialogues from stories i… and plenty of l’esprit d’escalier i speak with the dead

sound becomes idea phenomenon of music as to hear a soul

voices spread through the room like butterflies or wildfires inspiring some to try a new way of thinking

i wanted to vote but looking at the ballot i wondered “for what?”