I starved the dormant trenches
for curiosity's sake and
wrestled with a boar at Koke'e
  the swamp was covered in mist
   we heard twenty dogs barking
 and a white egret flew overhead 
   there was no more poke to eat
   our shoes were covered in red mud
       I ate musubi and watched
an old movie

the captured phrase
 a monster
striving for thoughts of
 simple sadness
          adrift in the desert
          sand for miles
              hot dry air
                      what is this about
 fuck if I know
             the monster
thinks
             he opens a
river in his mind and drinks
 and it is night
                   two bedouins see him and shoot at him
from their Range Rover
     he throws the car down a sand dune
           they climb out and run away

       under the brilliant
  Milky Way

step 

yo 

step up 

                i have no one

 two tell 

                   the secret 

 of the 

       song

     of 

                  too much 

          too much 

                       so 

             stick with me 

                      i'm sleeping 

                   and smoking 

                             burning the house 

                                 up or down 

                                    i'm burning the house 

    sideways

  

I thought there was no end 

no end 

 at all

 I thought I saw a wall

 no wall 

you fell

I thought you were the one 

 so fun 

no one 

 I thought I had it all

too tall 

what gall!

I thought the brakes would hold 

too late 

we rolled 

I thought the sky was blue 

so true!

such blue 

I thought the day was done 

just now 

no sun

 I thought the moon was gone 

it seemed 

 so wrong 

I thought I'd go outside

and play 

and hide 

I thought the street was clear 

a truck 

oh dear 

I thought my shirt looked good

the mirror 

misunderstood

well timed 

         the abbreviation

 her cashflow thinking was 

 

                          she regulated pleasure 

                      a little here 

         maybe some tomorrow-

              she stacked organic nectarines

                       and watched tv

                        a western 

                                                            "C'mon Miss Audra, Nick is in trouble!"

gunshots 

and hoofbeats 

      she yawned

drifted by thenow empty
won't get laid guys house
     'nstarted tothink
   we should really be morethoughtful
but that oldwoman's
  always trying to sell us chinese parsley
              seeds



            

he stepped
she supped
 burp
  snicker
 so stoic in his cadmium reds
          she put the sheep to bed
                       and dreamt of electronic watches

a stolid 

sense 

of effacement 

the time travelers dilemma 

    some skies are repeats 

              the birds know this 

                        there are only certain amount of skies 

 and they have names for them 

 today was called a blue smog