Give me love
O you, as sacred heart
Are hard to trust.
Plunge my bones
With humor

I read a lot of Bukwoski
Drunk
And spitting words on
Paper,
And a little of Oliver

They don’t
Surprise me
They live in a
Different world
Different city

I have written
More love
Poems than
A conductor
Would ever

Oh sleep and rest thy dazzling eye
Nor snore aloud with breath-stinks
Countenance cover’s it or lay stil
Of thy thoughts out bare; stay sti
Claws or brows; Oh now it’s mire,

today make a trail for us
to follow, eat like a poet so
you would digest words
think like a poet and never
believe to be wrong, dress like a

The beautiful frame hung on the wa
With dust and dark paintings i rec
O, bring a white wipe
So i can clean off the sadness bef
The teardrops of the picture in th

I can play
Different roles
But there have
To be no rules
Or tears because

They lived and seed in light and d
Forsooth the great wall demise the
Oh no! the casts and judges are p
Although the reaction to the dark
The visual of their face goes blan

Deception is a great feeling for
Those who it pleases to lie;
But truth is sacred and the
Continual of all lies.