there was paper
strewn
there was a moment
there was a t shirt
              the floor is swaying
       the eye is buzzing
       the sound is not known
                                                believe the mosquito
                                                its your blood he wants

                                                                                          waistrel painting

demo the silence 

                        a centrifuge 

 a thousand centrifuges 

                   its beer week in Iran

                         we follow
    we deride the thought
        we spend the thought
                   we thought we knew
 how to live

          we awaken to the same worries

thrift store stoner

Iran is a big country

what would the world be like if we didn't think GOD

thank god we'll never know 

it's like death

only the living know it