Playing 

    an flowering

sunshine soaked 

  Calif blustery eyes

      Your tears are fog

the beach asks your name

     You left the drugs behind

       But somehow they didn't leave you

           You dreamt of powder

         but it got all wet

The beach stood in your way

Sand in your hair

Sand in your teeth

Sand in your eyes

Never say never they say 

But look the other way

No one's watching

 

 

 

 sentient

tomorrows

Casualties of school

Broken nails

Broken teeth

Broke and hungry

Laid out 

And despondent

Skies blue

Bruises blue

Bruises green

God given worship

Sentient lies

 

 I prisoned 

With the face of God

With mercury

And branches of manzanita

I left and wandered 

I kept time and watched the sun 

Always on my right

I ate Chiapas and "borrowed" a car

All my songs were written in blood

But no one could play them

Except one guy in Des Moines

But he died 

of measles

 

 

 

 I came

crashing down

like Cendrars

Like Celine

Unlike Giono

Or Calvino's Difficult Loves

or Path To The Nest Of Spiders

Try to Rise Sun antisemitic

Hem

I can come crashing down 

like Bowles 

like Junky

like Thesiger 

the Rub Al Kahli or Iraq swamps

Or Smiley

riding donkeys 

Thru miles and miles and miles

in Afghanistan

 Sundays rot

Stinking festering sunshine

in putrid ransacked purses of

ignorant toothsome whores

pushing baby carts loaded w female

parts and parks

of menstrual blood products

Sleigh rides of midgets with 

smiles and laughter

and psychic powers

 OCD

myassma 

Go tell it on the schoolyard

Almond Avenue Elementary

Oyster River Road Elementary 

A tennis ball broke my baseball glove

a JANA

with blood stains 

from when John Paul Jones (not of the American Revolution)

got hit in the head by a baseball bat swing

"YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO MOVE HIM!"

I'm in second grade you ignorant cunt

 EVERYDAY IS LIKE SUNDAY