now it's in your head too

never gonna give
you up, never gonna make
you cry or hurt you.

apes had it all wrong

i now open my
bananas with a pocket
knife. no more string stuff.

cage fighting is good for the brain

i asked him to give
me seventeen syllables
he looked and said "huh?"

effects

i saw a picture
today of someone whose head
had been cut straight off.

cyclic

it rained yesterday
it might rain today. the plants
don't want any more.

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#11

the kids on the wall
shoegazing, fiddling with
what's important:

skyscraping

these are the things we
place above our heads until
the sun shines again.

i'd like to be there

there where the ghosts dwell,
under the stars, beneath the
trees, alive, waiting.

#20

candlelight isn't
ever enough to see where
to cut the bodies.

#19

listening to rain
drops fall down further from where
they began, upwards.

#18

drops seep from sore eyes,
summer pollens rough grazes
warm wash bathes them new

Except for the eight-legged horse

the ancient Norse Gods
never died. They knock on doors
mid-week, hammer in

rainstorms, burst into
crowsong at shiny things or
when a person dies.

it used to be important

i struggled to reach
you, but the silence piled on
itself-- heavy, and cold.

#17

one day people will
realize that i'm not just
a pawn in this game.