the Allen Bradley Tower clock looks at me like an all knowing ey… it tells me “you are home you were not born here

i walk like an appetizer onto the moonlight tongue the wine is in my blood

love digs graves all around the world but i used to

put a million miles between me and… shoes worn away from the journey i will arrive with toes calloused feet stained in earth and legs swollen

i think of drinking with the moon but Li Po already did that hundreds of years ago among the petals of China i think of walking alone into a di…

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

slippery bars make it hard to hold… captive against your will always lathered in the sweat of es… you elude any sentence

to reach for the pen only when you need it is a mistake you must reach for it everyday eventually it grows familiar with…

sound becomes idea phenomenon of music as to hear a soul

splendid bit of glee response of a mind tickled nothing like a laugh

i walk as a storm two bolts of lightning in socks shoes laced with thunder

last seen at the brink of the abys… screaming at god laughing at the devil and smoking loose tobacco dark eyes and burnt skin

(a) his job (b) his home (c) his girl (d) his mind (e) his life

i dream of a world ruled by art where the letters that come in the mail are written in fingerpaints and tornado sirens sound off to th…