weekend update

 They practiced lining up
without even getting to hit
the pinata, and still loved it!
Taco truck, snowcone machine
bouncey house, Bartender.
Capes, party bags, multiple multiples.
Hot sun on many heads.
Big old house, lots of space.
The dreams of an old dreamer,
His sons birthday,
We can be the hold of our emotions,
We can taste the trying on the tongue,
Held back by the salt from tears
On the face.
I would love to think about new things.
Deepest thoughts shared on driveways
Middle of the night
The scent of morning in the air
In the dark
And planes fly off
Faraway.

want. me. later.

 hurry up big wishes

natural order

survival of the fittest makes,

savage location, locale, life, zone.

most of the universe dark

but light doesnt mind the distance, 

what's up

we dont change,

but we can grow, so we do, and

 is that change?

in a faraway land,

before our time,

the story told,

in tiny discovered fragments by little eyes,

that grow big. 

circle of life

 whats been said,

now been heard,

little space in the mind,

taken residence.

all known knowledge etched

on malleable gray matter.

these atoms once discovered

periodic tables. right before

the shutdown,

the final pulsating shriek and groan

of ceasing energy. button pushed so hard

knows the sound through fingertips. 

the manual says...sleep mode preferred.

 

As i walk the air around me 

momentarily shivers from

confidence. its the stride,

the tiger and the braham. 

do you see the slow rise

and fall, does the wheel

the first discovery, 

the sun, the moon,

i hear you and heard.

we live in a circle, so

tell me what i already am,

all over, the turn, forever,

 

Those that set themselves on fire. 

 

 

 

insurance

 a balm

an artitifical structure

layered over the chaotic variables

of reality, predicative engagement

system, to allow for the control

of growing pains, with standarized energy value tokens exchanged because of the...

...the universal expansion

of our natures to b in flux. 

epiphatetic scribble

 i remember when

i remember, memory of memory

am i a memory?

if each instant

burns some energy

the mark must leave

a scar, on reality.

if i cease to absorb the sun

now, now i see the paths

of memory.

like leaving and turning off each and every light,

like remembering the way you were,

like the confession of a truth,

like the sky before it darks;

i hear the sound of time

because its made

the tree does fall in the forest

everything hears it. 

tract

 american kraft singles

dusty sign framed by two trees

Future Family Homes

connected by super highways!

some big idea about life goals

heart disease defined as a loss

of belief about the inner workings

of the best ways to feed the human soul and

gut.    Once upon a time, 

a meadow blooms at dawn and dusk...