He rooted

 for clemency 

but not to be

To be 

Or not to be

Not-

   He walked the yard

the grass needed mowing 

The shrubs trimming

But tv waited  

and cold beer 

and doritos 

What a day

 true

setting

         the watch 

   of a thousand 

        dreams

        and your white

                   Japanese car

          in Anza Borrego 

the search-

the dirt

     The dust 

     the dried up lake-

     filled with green-

    so green-

            Oh so green-

green

 

 

 Plead

 For nothing

     Nothing lives 

     It sighs

   It has low moments

 And high

It casually thinks

About dating again

   It likes dogs

And babies

Nothings 

Not so

Bad

 

 

 Steady

    Rock

Slide like a caterpillar 

Say a prayer 

Tim the Apostle

Apostle Cowboy

 Sleazin 

Sneezin 

 doin blow

In the Delirium 

Talkin Dickens

  and Dostoyevsky 

 A woozy candelabra 

not Dracula's

god forenought 

  spiders suck the blood

   they wrap their victims 

     in silk

        and bleed them 

          slowly slowly 

        slowly

  as the mood takes them

 The Clandestine Troop

forgers of identity

Broken teeth

And purple swollen bruised eye

Working Macys fragrance basement

hooked on No/Doze

And Dr Pepper Tic Tacs

Hush Puppie shoes

are comfortable 

 I am a stranger

An epistle

The Cowboy Apostle

I am not 

Nor will I ever...

I've seen some things 

So what?

Who cares

Why did I try?

So much to show

So much 

To forget

To clear-

Your head

You must be muddled

 Spit 

in the wind

face the bloody facts

you're making it all up 

but yer not

It's all happening

So what 

Head down 

Feet out 

New sheets  

Broken air conditioner 

Cold winds

In Fall

 I move

on down the line

Rollin Rollin rollin

times be changin 

Call me later

So what

Hello

Times be changin

I don't expect rain

Thundersnow!

Yer moms new name!

 Pleased 

Ta meetcha 

how ya doin?

  In like turnaround

somersaults 

TV analysis of 

  Rome 

 stray cats  

    and Romany

  little girls 

with cardboard

   In the Coloseum

Dead gladiators

 everywhere

  And linguini with clams 

Tiny cars

   and fat men in cheap suits

"Whoa, they're just kids!"

Thievin kids trying to get their

hands down my pocket

Have a nice day!

Bona aventurra!

 

 

 I've got no

allegiance 

To God 

or man 

Iguanas okay 

   Zucchinis somewhat

 

 

 I'm trying

Okay?

But it ain't easy

Repetitive days and 

Dreary nights 

I keep

Tryin 

But 

Fuck 

It

Okay?