this girl sits next to me and talks to me for a few minutes about the stooges

she says 'its hot inside. this is the best drink i've had all nite and its just water. i wish i had some more.' she looks at me like she expects something of me.

after a couple of seconds of her stare i say 'they probably have more inside'

her: 'i just asked you to get me some water in a round about way and you just told me to get it myself. is that what just happened?'

me: 'yes'

she gets up and goes inside.

your skin is black metallic your skin is black metallic your skin is black metallic your skin is black metallic your skin is black metallic

the darkness
raising
coal smoke from ten thousand
chimneys flooding the sky like
its nite and minus twenty
but its day
and plus eighty nine.
complicated devil
with a name for sheer white.
suck the shit out.

the decay of civilization.
in battle a slap on the head with a big ringed hand.
the decay of personal specification.
in battle a blending of updated meaningless combinations of words.

such things have been defined and will be carried out.

crawlspaces coughing dark dirt dust and rock
covered depths
contraband from miles down
its the depth
that brings value
and the fight
the fight
fight

want you to know that i took all i could take it's been so hard to see and breathe through all the smoke left in your wake

starting fires to fish by
bridges and flood waters
coasting down hills and around corners

didn't do most of what i planned today. but i dont mind. laying on the grass reading in the sun with friends is a good way to spend an afternoon.

took some back roads home. i dont know which roads i took but i killed the sunlight finding my way back. saw a huge cool barn and some great views of mansfield.

being down by the water
and up on the sand
a little while in the water
and book for the hand

it settles filler words
light makes trees blackness + brown
poetry can fuck itself
the way it hangs

yes, no, silence, smile and frown.
1 multi purpose button.
everything you need.

the grass is cold its the dew on your feet

had a rough start to the day. but after work i got to dig in the garden. moved some giant stones. touched a lot of deer shit. did a rough francis interview on wruv. its archived on their site if you want it.

the sky is super clear and big. a million stars. its nice but cold.

still havent got any poetry in me. going to read some hemingway.

nite soldier.

i'm a rock n roll victim too.

rough francis will be on the radio tomorrow. details in the pic above. interview and live jams.

also i could use a ladies small trench coat, ladies small horizontal blue stripped dress and a ladies small-ish vertical stripped bathrobe. if you have any of these things and want to lend them for a video let me know.

tried to do some gardening yesterday. i have a lot of work to do. been working on lots of other stuff. many finish soon. updates to come.

i need to read. good nite.

all it says
stacks of bricks
the corner of a field
some city block
stain with white some where along the way

temperature changes
mostly based on feelings for the day
set up shop
broken windows
dust

introductions
cars on gravel roads
corn on the cob

excuses for substitution and
a pay no mind
a lot of going nowhere
with stories of escape at mind.

i'm having problems making lists tonite.

hold me dear into the night sun it will rise soon enough

tonite
when we sleep
lay on your back
looking up a
million miles from the stars a
million miles from talk a
million miles from leads a
rest in quiet
as close to peace as possible.

nite soldier.

irony.

smart.
water up through the grass
coated with snow
cold wet dirty puddle
thick dirt under
print print print
print
print

print

there is a house by the sea and an ocean between it and me

everything you heard is true
'natural leather belt and jeans drive me crazy'

arches are hard
strong
cant be broken
thats why i like them
::example::

rain
window open
nite

lets stumble upon mt. zion to behold a natural gate

i was going to write lots of stuff i thought about all day. but as usual... nope.

its true
i hear things that have months put into them
and an hour time stamp
from a voice in the corner
ties everything up

all i have is morals
and you see where they got me.

i want to go to fargo.
or the ocean.

someone needs to take me either place.
i wont say a word.