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

avengers2

 sometimes i lovejust sitting around watching a flick andd well and i can withstand most crap but this one thid pile of nunce is well fucking beyond

a younghorse ethos

this frus
tra
ting
task of defined bea
ts of playing along
to yourself i love younghorse bu
t i am confounded by a four
track
tape machine so much
tha
t i s
top so fuck i

t

Several Days in One

i wish you could know how i wish i could draw like you:
today leaf rubbings an and scribbles like they were planned
you with ginkgo and maple with

parallel and pannalel or whatever science word you learned

you with abandon and precision
you with a palette of bold
it doesn't matter
you with a golden golden like like

this touch like like it doesn't matter and it does every move is priceless like you today in a hallway

 in a harry pot
ter dress you today in a shirt that says i'm ready for the weekend i ii want to hug you to know that you are real i want a hug so that i know we are both here and this is not some sadistic dream that i'll wake up from and know what it meant to be happy but not have it it any more and you put a pen to paper and i smile you put a hand in clay and i i i can't describe what this what this

today you made a game
today you won at mastermind
today you rode a bike without thinking about how far