________

I told her to shut it, that she was acting like our

dad, but to her, our dad was our 'father'

and not even that, he was a stranger. the

kind of stranger you do not want to meet.

she shut it. then, she ceased to be a

bitch. that's all it took, just say something

about our stranger father and the subject

changes.

whoa

punk mc-cute my zipper keeps coming

undone I'd like to play piano you know

but you motherfuckers smoke indoors

y're on yr cruise, sick rich

I am on a ship I am passing mtns

the ones with snow caps, the ones wearing those

The sun jumped over the mtn down to

horizon haus, the place it disappears

and conceals itself under a single

horizontal line

this ship feels mammoth but when you

look up you realize the size of yr

surroundings

buncha brothers talkin' bowt blank

can't decifer, engine trouble, something Davis

sea bucket hat, tooth pick, glasses

"tie yr britches son"

"he was interrogatin' her, but she was interrogatin' you"

the sun grins on sailboats, tug boats,

the boats returning the glare, reflection

you want to know whats in my mind, No

you don't

punk mcCutie, wolf sweatshirt, black skinnys

teal shoes, lime laces, porcelain earrings

hightop

urban outfitters

fucking hipster, hipster

I want you rat tail cutie

How boys learn about flowers

from forms of poetry course, take a title (somebody else made up) and write a poem

"How boys learn about flowers"

[Boy speaking -> May 1930]

She pushed me into the daisies

we got grass & dirt

on our shirts

I remember vividly our rendezvous

I remember her

yellow bloom(ers)

June 13 hawt sprangz w.Aut & Jeremy

The Arkansas Summer

no AC in this toyota, that's just the way it is

the way it was back before modern

amenities, grannie remembers, it ain't

that bad, it's all you know and well,

you get used to it, it's normal, wind blown

hair is alright. esp. if you have short

hair like me. I don't give a shit.

55 North (observations on a road trip to Cape Girardeau, MO )

55 North

soy fields

rusted barns barbed wire fences

old rotting trees, concrete tower

lavender highway flowers

dotted line tall sky cumulous clouds

powerline

Popular Bluff exit Chicago

2 miles

Dexter Exit something B

city limit Sikeston

there's a new king in town

now entering Scott county hoo-rah

hoopla

Miner water tower/source

30 miles to destination

Cape Girardeau, MO

wedding plans - who's the man?

Thank you come again

from my yellow journal,unedited

Seattle, your air is crisp and cool

city streets

hella hipsters

grannie touristy feeding the pigeons

we are obviously not locals

I may be in my grey tone-monochrome

sequin shirt, my horizontal striped sweater

Speciality's Cafe, tasty delights

cutey hipster jesus across the way

SASSOON Union & 5th St 9:34 am

waiting to open

tones of fixies, everyone wears a helmet

no bones about it

reminds me of europe June 24, 60s in the

morning 70s in the day

me & the white rabbit are going places

leaving the South

suffocating, suffocation by bible belt

there are no fat turds here

lemme meet a washington boy, plz.

names

my favorite names as of 2008-2009ish

a draft i have saved on my phone since then and updated some here and there last updated in july this yr

nikolaus 'niko'

nikolai

kingston

nadia

mae

eleanor

kit

kaspian

azure

bierk

aspen

marieclaire

fletcher

beau

xavier

olivia

loren

leif

pippin

adrien

issak

otto

misto

sullivan 'sully'

xiu

eliot

epiphany

mid day tr(ah)ffic

gliding down harkrider

.morelike,, harkFRIGHT!er

street

my saturn's carrying me swiftly along

tonstartssbandht's playing high roller

i'm getting lost in this sound,

increase speed &

!L !I !F !T o!F!F

my mind leaves for>> ecSTATI(City)

f (4) i (3) v (2) e (1) seconds &i'm suddenly stunned

i realize i just drove straight through a stoplight

completely oblivious in somekindadaze

it got loud

and i left momentarily

to be edited/to not

sub rosa

bourgeoisie tip toeing

in the know(Sing)

castles of courtesans

tossing petals and posies

flaxen locks

unruly heathen[s(In)]

silk skivvies

way(Down)ward drool

Lest(er) the jester japes

skylarking, that fool

his highness

with a goblet

spilled wine

on his gauntlet

his armour, a bit loose

and shamelessly undone

your sovereign chest VS. her forbidden breasts

make this move, but beware- she may capture your kingdom

your Lilliputian (K)nights couldn't stand a chance

she'd have them cornered, those fellows, confused

in your tower so tall made of brick and cobblestone walls

you left your scent, an essence emerging from

the candle flickering in her mind

through (P)ages she awaits you

she'll

DRAG, YOU

DRAG, YOU -a -c -r -o -s -s

DRAG, YOU

DRAG, YOU

d

o

w

n

DRAG, YOU

DRAG, YOU __________o_______ f ____ f

to be continued

my innate senses must just be freakishly good

passing fellow conwegians on the walking trail i get powerful unpleasant whiffs of perfumes and hairspray and freshly washed clothes, as if they had been soaked in soap and let dry

who the hell wears perfume to go running? or hair spray? i guess that lady i just passed does. more like all fifteen of them (not together) do. individuals. i encountered their smell trail

when i'm running i'd rather just take in all that is the outside air, the fall leaves and dirt and sweat and spit

not detergenty odors and fresh scents

i felt like gagging for a handful of seconds, and then it goes away until another flowery artificial aroma sneaks in my nostrils

after jogging a mile and cooling off, i set out to start another mile back east toward my block

on my way back i see 3 people i saw two days before

i try to make an effort to smile at people i pass, that's just me. i don't know what it is. i just love people. all kinds of people. well, not all of them. some people disregard me and look at the ground instead, but most of them just nod or smile back. i encountered a little girl swerving back and forth on a bicycle without training wheels, her father was swerving right along with her trying to keep her going straight on the path , she was all over the place. i was about to my 2 mile point as i passed them going the opposite direction and said 'you can do it!' her dad, 'we've come a long way...' (i thought the same thing in subject to myself) she just grinned in her pink helmet and steady pedaled on