4.13.2009

two days to tues day

04.12.09

do you believe it?
do... you... fucking believe it!?!
we are here.

In two days... we'll still be here.
But there
in the crowds, just beyond those clouds
blowing funny shapes
for the silly prime mates.

To gaze or stare
or let loose that burden to bare.
To learn and teach
To teach and learn.
To love and touch
it's never too much.

Abruzzo's uprising,
yet we are still
up and rising.
hour to hour. second to fucking millisecond.
Let ours create
days that sing, and nights that moan.
Baby, I'm ready for you to come home.
I’ll see your holstered silence
and raise you one.
Seven hundred and thirty days
when my soul was shunned.
You still don’t know?
It’s not supposed to be all hustle and flow.

Broadsided, not by my fist
nor a bus
nor an illusion of us.

Invincible illustration
lacking proper dictation
dedication.

We drift on in calmer tides.
Wet emerald moss on soggy
tattered
rafty
remains.
Drunken from a year at sea.
Is that an elephant in the billowy white looking down at me?

Illusion or confusion.
Gots to keep it movin’.
I heard about a place in Berlin, where it’s ok to raise children.

You haven't heard?
mums the word.

Save your sympathy.
Humble yourself instead.