Maybe Means Yes Here

7:00 am: bike ride into town on bike three feet too tall,
bottom of seat digging into small of back,
antler horns and elbow rests.

7:10 am: man with dog in park.
7:11 am: man fishing off pier.
7:12 am: dead mouse.
7:13 am: elderly man with baby.
7:14 am: fireman smoking in back of station.
7:15 am: giant bell.

8:23 am: dead raccoon on side of road;
dead cat on side on sidewalk,
hitting dog on side of bike.

10:13 am: water.

12:26 pm: vegetables.

1:13 pm: water;
1:37 pm: water;
1:50 pm: water.

4:47 pm: stiff knees.
5:10 pm: purple aprons.
5:57 pm: blasphemy.
croissant with spinach.

9:27 pm: mountain bike with loud wheels,
stunt bike with suspension,
road bike ten feet tall.
posse on easy.

[Summer Lover] I have taste -

once again you stand alone beside me,
dear friend, don't tell me we have lost it
once again;

its been a while since i have felt
this screaming in my head,
its been a while since i did think
that maybe i am dead.

i love you like cocaine,
i love you like tar driveways peeling off the gravel
and all around my skin,
i love you like black tulle sewn into dresses,
i love you like new years,
like salads
like the sidewalk on the mainstreet,
i love you like kissing,
like smoking pipes,
like cigarettes,
like acting my age,
my suitor,
i love you like my mother,
i love you like the city (and more)

(i have gone unmad and i have gone silent).

if you were to rip my head open you might find tar
where you once stood and you might find strings that
do not work but i am still happy you were here

and you were here,
like cocaine, tar and ramala, i love you.

Think Something

you are nutty,

son!
get your shit togetha.