warm as a waterfall in alaska but chiller than ice in the desert

we’re riding bikes to your house cause it’s a party on the 
the west coast
in a wet suit

“I know that I know nothing” –Socrates

         

those white cranes fishing in the marsh

nervousness, anxiety, stress, and heavy things
like something you can't get off your hands, like oil paint.
highly permanent thoughts like billboards, dreams,
and casinos were those white cranes fishing in the marsh.

The feeling that there are only eight thousand whales left in the whole ocean.

baited
we owe nothing to animals
higher intelligence
hated

Like the feeling of terror, who was himself, plus the feeling of terror's brother and his friends.


the feeling of terror tried to do his laundry this morning, but his bare feet felt the cold soaked carpet. the repairman came and supposedly fixed the washing machine yesterday. the feeling told his room mate to call the landlord and say, "we are sitting on top of the mt. kilimanjaro of laundry."

Sun gone come out, it's a long summer


sun gone come out
it's a long summer
for your somehow
for your bummer
rain gone come down
on your lover
sun gone come out
it's a long summer

• Clocks and the concept of time
• When you don't know you have something on you/in your teeth

What will you think?"Just reach up"

Forever resounding waves of sound fill the air and tremble the ground...

pg.2

to no be affected, compromised, misled, undiscovered, quiet,

there is a farm in the country with cows and fields

to accept reality, future, present, past, every dimension

(in my dream i was at a funeral and did something

wrong. i almost grabbed/knocked over this candle

and the person behind me was like "what are you

doing?" i had to touch this thing but i did

it wrong and they made me do it again

God moving over the water. the ocean

peace through meditation, no tobacco, none at all

that strange feeling that never leaves uncle

he's milling around in the melting snow

he's waiting for you to start your car

like life is just taking up space, jams

there is a farm in the country with cows and fields

but no chickens, foxes, or rabbits,

loud noises coming from the workers underground

have you met my pet hamster? he's a Russian dwarf,

enjoys belly dancing and those things that skinny people

commercializing poetry, commercialized nonsense

God moving over the water, the ocean

there is a farm in the country with cows and fields

to not be judged in a condescending manner

a saw sawing, a television, and a Christmas tree

a sticker that says "made in japan"

to not read every word but instead view the whole

that strange feeling that never completely leaves

he's underneath the floor, in the walls, and above the ceiling fan

he's in your living room scanning through "Birds of North America"

to allow things to happen making nothing into something

there is a farm in the country with cows and fields