y r we alwz sleeping in frnt of each other

a good year's crop


never a farmer, thrumming brown
what is the least message
i could do for you?

you will love another
love is not forever

forever is the myth
love is open to loss

have an apple.

today nothing happened
again and we
liked it that way
stout thistles on a pennyroyal
the untold hands of parenthesis

the sun moves across
the striped pillow
case. it has not words
to measure not eyes
to see it makes all this
angeling possible.

does everyone dream of flying?
the icarus virus
a vertical michaelmas.


what ever happened to npr
and the posts dribbling
over the volefields
of idaho with barb
and her wire
haired schnauser?what a wierd
sensation it was spelling
the hair on the dog. it appears
remembering to the last decimal.


i know a bot could do it better.
more knowlege base but what does
that kind of heaven sound like?
tombstones and grayed cardboard
spines. the silliness printed
in 76 font. that's big she said

and closed her legs. i will set up
a real live generator site. throw me
a word and i'll vomit a sentience
to spew a sentence you can read
on your audioblog ten cents a minute
the proceeds to sheckle the pockets
pfc/coe/ceo/cfo/pcp william r allan. why not? he might
be retiring to a barcalona chicken ranch
as the stew in this week's cacciatore
sonomos padre ladles from the steamin
pot to the steetkids.



oh he knows all about , brah
the hopi taught him well.




clouds in stately waltz, a disneying color.
splat blown ticker tape constucted
against the last lasriat of a meme.
did you get the message jo bob? i think
it sounded like code. the patterns
the patterns. clud clould cloud following
tin soldiers in pincers and princess colors
the msiz lohan and paris in jarkata
passing out party dresses and 3d glasses
the ministries of get your boodie on while you live

i've an vast infection of nat's garden it
finds my crow and rides up the loany loam
stops
when i eye it. and yes the goddamn crow
keeps cir cling till it becomes a grackle
but that doesn't bring him back
or me either for that augur.

a fish from another dimension spirochets
into the pistilling sky. i'm not that stoned.
when you come to town we can get steak n shake
ive a corner on their coupons or got
a coupon from the corner or some horsehead nebula
dancing on a neverwere there. where. i had
one too many ees but i gave it back
i'm not greedy. for anything
but your eyes. open them








oh cleave unto me
draw me from myself in
division. there's one
i'd like to own
but it flies into the
nitening sky and i woke
you for a drink of filling
me up. from your fountzining cup
sup?