where every man has gone before and i don’t think i’ll be too far… but still it’s too bad that we couldn’t make… it’s too bad that we ever fell fro…
i was born in a basket of apples out of place from the start always berated by questions like “where is your stem?” “why are you so round?”
i walk as a storm two bolts of lightning in socks shoes laced with thunder
black shirts worn at day they spoke mostly of music bonded by the odd
I like to pretend in alternate uni… where everything is almost the sam… just different in a few spots under another sun the two of us worked
i entered into my junior high poet… with such a sense of excitement to share the craft that i had disc… just a couple years earlier a craft that my gramma had
i had most of the adults fooled the family was easiest they were none too bright what little smarts i had i must have got from my father
we fly down the highway looking for the next bar open on C… we each do a line and head on in flirt with lonely girls and take bumps in the bathroom
when the rest of the world seemed… and the invisibility of god was to… i turned to a puppet a stuffed brown dog i had named Gr… i confided in him earnestly
in all restaurants madness overwhelms the staff spirits break like plates
if you’ve show up to the poetry re… with no poems to read you better worry because you can’t go on stage with… so start looking for an exit
notebooks have been stacked in pre… filled with short stories bad drawings and of course
i used to go to Gramma’s every Sunday evening we would order pizza watch whatever shows we could agree on
i can smell a clue about as well as a rock and if you’re waiting for me under a rock
i looked to my right hoping to see a bass player keeping the low end tight behind me hoping to see someone