my topic:loser

did you see the nietzsche?
not yet
well loser, i'll get it for you.
thanx



"if you love something let it go"

i've had disagreements with sages
on this topic; ride memories into
a corral and water them down
give them food for the nite.

i feel outside of time and body
losing what i knew i could not have.

but it's not gone however i want to play it.
it bogs me down, soma whipcrack.
go ahead, vote for a movement
and see what your hand does.



i am not fit for this
and i know it. better to drift off
into some extraterrestrial sunset
with bombs destroying civilization
out there over the gulf, over the desert
that has become a life. and we , two
survivors charged with repopulating
the human race, both of us, fixed.
oh the laughter of the gods
and how we love our own irony.
















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there is something in common between us
the disadvantage of the easy life
falling into what comes because to strive
for dreams is too much a nuance to bear.
plus also they occupy too much distance
to be part of the sun. plus also
the mind rationalizes comfort.
and i mostly agree.





















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i read a little of jack's magnum opus
this morning
which began at noon.
jack gave me a topic to write on last nite
but i was busy jammin with vera and rick
dinner, sunsets, sleep
over with a new squeeze.
the sex is very good.
tmi or whatev, i wanted you to understand
that sex is not love because love
requires soul and sex requires only body.
good sex is relative, isn't it?


this is the landscape of my dreams
which are let lose on the world again
and impatience which draws me outward
an dysfunction of focus.

getting to know someone takes time.
my lungs remind me that caverns fill
with tidal forces, empty out again but a
rise is inevitable. what freezes must thaw or

or not. change is what it is dude.
forevers drift like jellyfish with the tide
all metaphors run to the sea.





























oh. hey.
forgot you were in the room.














































that's called a poetic device.
not well used, however, since it's poetry, all is forgiven.
by someone. somewhere.