the middle chapter

 a slow piano jazz

fills the bar, the smokey vibes

and cocktails, ice, glass clinks

of troubled minds feeling

weariness depart.

rain outside in the brick alley

way while memories of you

are plucked in emotional intervals;

inner skull, and they bounce around

reflecting this version of my life.

nothing beats A Dive to explore

all that. Those crystal tumblers

help the bone collectors as they pour; so

look at my cup, decide on the empty

or full. The band plays the weekend only

and if it stops raining

the lightbulb for last call flares -

sounds of bodies shifting from dancing

to chairs scraping the floor.

the music can be heard always

but no way it stays the same. 

jump high. sleep tight

 theres a bounce house

in your life

maybe someday 

Little shopping on side,

side of lunch

& the band arrives.

Sunny skies big days with little much,

Happy and cool, coasting down tubes

Under blue light.

I see you smiling,

Hold me close in your arms

Worse and better together. 

green growth

 A tree

The tree

Watch it grow

Looking for Tree Watchers

Lifetime employment

We move you trees if something happens

Big opportunity

inquire with the front desk

Add. Notes

Tree watching / Tree Watchers

must always watch their tree

while on duty

 recorded observations 

optional. 

to the lighthouse

 you hear it beckoning

from faraway, but can hold

the sound closely, that beating

of the heart. The great distance

doesnt matter ,knowing deeply

in the chest, the feelings of the future,

the passage through the rocks.

On matters of deep importance

when survival be the crux

when lives lie delicate in the balance

always some light does shine the way,

a feeling of the substance

of the stuff that binds us so

when we look we see each other

we recognize the soul

 

 

saturday morning dud

 hello pool float,

I see you again

We return, when it gets warm. 

Loafing in the sun, on ripply water,

clear and calm 

out from darkness

a season new 

summer has come.

wine o' california

 i know where im going

to wine o california

Waves of wrath

concentrated syrup from citrus fame

Coastal tours and hangover mornings

Smooth grapes 

Rule following emissions standards

somehow crusin in bad traffic

Riots. Crushed ice, melon, burritos.

Beach access granted

For all, yeah.

And when the sun rises over the coast

Empties silent bout to roast 6 cents dayze 

On the beach,

Wonder whose forgotten blanket lies

There in the sand.

Hear the guy next to me say,

Babe, check out this place here

Only 7.8 mil.

In wino california

Home of farmland

Amusement parks

Cheeseburger

101

The future, freedom, babes, new begin ings

Taste it all. 

jingle jangle

 thousand, island, dressing,

(thou san D. isle dressin'.) Umph. 

Ooooo. Got some mayo iy tang Oh Oh!

like some distant vacation (sing vacation 

higher again), 

on a yacht,

along the sea. Northward coastal excursions

on my salads and meat! Yeaaaahhh, yeaaaahhh.

dont forget about that catalina genie,

trying to impersonate me, ahah.

just remember pickles

are key to longevitity. (Whisper): 'livin good'.

As many times as you want.

 

 

the way of the mosquito

 -barely anything, mans mortal enemy-

 first, disassociate

from everything,

 you want,

move as a shimmer, lazily,

toward, 

an eventual target, of choice;

But like look at a painting,

read a book, on the way...

kill some time, maybe do shopping, talking,

socialize, dont be obvious,,,

know that it can wait.

eventually youll get there

eventually the prize,

itll happen, itll do, promise you

land unnoticiable,

extend the probe &

numb the goal so silently, so true,

take the prize, the shining purse,

see, now you made it,

just had to pretend not to.