You left your surname on the chair. How
Will you be walking out?
I think they will laugh. But the sky
Is a can opener.
We should try this foot first. It
Aches like fur and berries.
A romance of psychedelic
Umbrellas. Disheveled looks
Good on you.
You can borrow my shovel.
Let what you
Have lost settle on the stars.
I think they will be angry. The soles
Of
Your ambulant thoughts
Are not stay at home caddies.
blue black green
and yellow sun
wet paint yellow
one two seven
or any number
of raindrops
the √ blue
= 11 ▲’s
hold open the door
the elbows of the moon
are mostly dreams
the job of a fool
is to ride the bus
till the heart becomes a circumference
suffices the world
the job of the poet
is to put earnings
in burning buildings
look look a macho moon in reverse
parks in the eyes of city gulls
go ahead and honk for doomsday
i’ve the summer grass
tattooed on the shoe strings of my brain
between the toes of my heart
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love
pud
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life means settle for less
due away with the wind
before it satisfies your face
of its wild silences
life means
pay cheaply
and ignore it
throw away the beginnings of light
sit calmly and make misery of your ledgers
a sitcom of tears
is cheering
for your demise
you will have everything to do with their name calling
naïve haircuts 