I think I held it

I think I held it once in my hand for a moment

I think I felt its life

I think I found in it some now lost secret

I think I knew it's self

where is it?

it's there in the grass
in the dirt by the side of the road
there on the shoulder
in the space behind the car

it's here in the gravel

here in the path toward the cliff

here in these seapushed sticks left

in gentle arches on the beach

yes it is

I want it to be what it is not
but it is
only wanting destroys it
only want will ruin
yet it is

I want to destroy it

my want to destroy it

every street has a name.

there is no place
high on a desert plain.
everything is known.
every street has a name.

going to a play, even one performed by amatuers

of course there's still a barrier with
them up there and me down here
but their voice and bodies vibrate words
that are not mine not theirs\
but ours

peek II keep

peek I I keep

seciov gniraeh hearing voices

enohpelet :seert eht ni in the trees: telephone

eh tot peek s”olleh” "hello"s "keep to the

s”!thgir right!"s

dna and

dluoW” "Would

ouy you

ot tnaw want to

a esiar raise a

ni dlihc child in

dlrow a a world

erehw where

eltopihC Chipotle

“?stsixe exists?"

Nick Cave

blast down the ground round freezer burned burner phone. the underwire bridal shower. the grinderman

say it

say it
don't say it
just say it

don't 

say it just breathe

don't breathe

don't breathe

slowly in and

out like a candle

don't say it don't

breathe

I'm not the mountain, not the salt-eaten road

I'm not the pock marks

I'm not the climb, not the air through my teeth

I'm not the turnout asking why

don't say it

don't breathe

word list

rotten hidden guided frenzy

Asgard verdant crowded fun

mic check murder violent villian

mister madness violet bun

west point millions lis tserve valley

Gandolf villian driveway gun

night time insert bloodlust servant

artist maker mighty done

Search Terms, Inaccurate Spacing

where was 

warhol's factory rio 

movie length serengeti rapper brandy snaps

swansons deli 

chicago spy kids 

common

sense 

media dim sum  acramento michelin

to me my friend you never can be old

what year did 

cubs win the pennant blizzard of 1999
raw 

flour warning label dennehy 

lyrics windshield 

washer fluid screw change headlight 2011 forester

reply all

today is a day like tomorrow
so watch your words
pick your scabs
say what you'll say what you'll say

tomorrow is just like today

the steel cover over the hole in the ground

will still clang and echo under footsteps

will still casually announce its acknowledgement of the 

secret world

Yung hoarse

I am a vulture                  picking flesh from the hole in your chest
I am a deer                       dead on a fire road
I am a wind in the grass blown aside from years
I am a sea                          of waves crashing on headland stone

space like

like braves do 
 like you have thought that i could 
  like these great gram grey 
   like fires in furnaces 
  like a magical France 
 like a didgeridoo 
like cramped quarters  with
 like years without borders 
  like hoarders in Davis
   like utilitarian mess 
    like other years better 
   like cramps in a sequence
  like braves do
 like trees in a wind
like car parts
 likes feeling the weekend
   like the tribute to queen
     like the yeas boss i see
      like commandeering 
     like the ship that was lost
    like a cinnamon roll
   like a compliment
  like braves do
 like braves do

like

A trip to the doctir

 don't mind the hole in my finger and the pus coming out
the meaning is trite. the point quote useless
i think you'll  be quite offended by the smell regardless
this hole in my finger does not seem to want to heal and, well
the doctor's don't have much to say on it
this hole will just get bigger , they say. and
there's np use trying to hide it. it's a big pus filled finger hole my
doctor said. most people are going to know what it is.
what with its scabbing
and crust
and the recess well.
there not much you can do about it
it will just keep growing 
until everything is it

New Some

Out of th
               e van in the empty
                                  wooden livingroom of a chapel
                                                                          hill house
sleeping bags strewn
the the only color and up
                                    early after a sleepless night after
a strangers loud snores and a walk around
a strange neighborhood in muffled starlight
we sit on the knee 

                              high radiator flipping through a strangers 

records milk eyed mender and poor aim love songs and we 

sit in the quiet rising listening to joanna and fallable ships and into 

the van soon full of 

      tubes and 

      wires and 

             string

             s and 

             skins 

             singing 

             strange 

             songs to 

             strangers in other 

             states 

             strange 

             songs in book 

             shops and 

      clubs and 

       lofts and 

        bars and we will eat pie for 

 breakfast and we will camp tomorrow
ohmyloveohitwasafunnylittlethingitwasafunnylittlething to be the one to see