Monthly Archives: October 2016

Bacon and eggs will break your legs
But kale will never skirt you

Needy cats in the morning
Showering in the drippy love of friends
Strangers and lone rangers

Try to detect it…
It’s not too late

There was a time
We did everything in cars
Except drive them
For very long distances

Sometimes it’s about how much
You can do between the lines

A hawk circling for road kill
Goats grazing in a pin

So slide over here
And give me a moment
Your moves are so raw

Bubbling like a bunk bed
Cowboy sheets and frog terrariums

Free water everywhere
How could we fuck that up?

Three ways to stop dementia:

Buy more records

We all grew up differently
In different shades of light
Squares fit into circles
Circles fit into squares

The flavors in your mouth
Are geese in the clouds

So
Chase them.
They will constantly change
Just like you

An everlasting Gobstoper
Never smaller
Never larger

This a room with a view
This world outside is beneath us
Above us
Outside of us
It looks through the window
Why are you staring?
It asks.

Pick it up and spread it
Don’t forget your mask
Half tailed squirrels
Soggy potato chip leaves

24/7 group meditation
Hot pockets in the corner
A Mutual surprise
Stop trying to say something
Listen to the rain
Where do all these wires go?
What is behind that curtain?
It moves like a ghost
Or maybe it’s just the wind

This town used to be something
For sale signs on every corner
Spicy chicken popcorn in every pot

The crows know everyone’s face
Stamping out fires with their feet
They feed between the lines

The pumpkins all have eyes now
Reighdeer on a rainy day
I’m still in love with all you

This town was built on education
When do we get a chance to use it?

I awake on the operating table
Half healed, ready
For adventure

I choose my bed for the race
Roll down the window
Set my sights
On the perfect pillow

A gun is a sad way to start a race
Today I choose a different weapon

A crashing cymbal or a rolling drum?
Reminder that in all successful races
And dances
It is imortant to keep moving.

See all the faces
Hear the tiny screams
The laughs inside the screams
Inside the laughs inside
the screams

Local scenes

Donuts are made to be broken
Balloons get stuck in the power lines

Not to worry
There doesn’t always have to be
Something behind everything

Don’t worry
When everything is right
We will know it