caution

more fuggin pometree

..........................................

gravity

is a busstard

a leaden bird

plummeting

till it reaches

the peak of

my swirling

scalp

and sits

just waiting

waiting for me to fall for that one again,

to pick up a cup in greasy fingers,

to hold a frends new born badger between my dentures

while leaning out a third floor window hailing a cab,

waiting for a suicidal yoga teacher to

shakra his way to the top of a tower

and bounce his way to nirvana,

just waiting

a menace to all,

and sundry

menaced,

when shall we repeal

the ancient laws

and live free

from the oppression

of toothpaste

squeezed in rivers

to the floor,

i wanna mop

the ceiling free

to look down

as well as up

when someone

yells

duck.

.........................................................................

the ache

of a bow

string plucked

its resonance

the taught

hum of release,

the bass beat

prowling earthly

powder blue air,

and in the silence

of split air,

awaiting the splinter

of wood

or flesh,

the bow

sings to rest

the heart

given strength

to fire.

<<<<<.............>>>>>

MS gbhgt
if tonight means tonight

and tomorow means

some other time

that will hang on

perspicacuious gribbles and quoins

then its a sorta yes

but i get the feeling that

u r talking

about me

in a past sense
...........................god my head is hazy,

lunch began with french

@11.00,

followed by seven courses

with wines to match,

followedby........

....oh pusilanimous succubus

....so much alcohol,

so much alcohol

and ended,

as ....

... 1.00 nil oclock,

a poor effort

by sum standards,

but

then....................................

..............................the horrorthe horror..............................................................
j

and then

again

j--

--- kill all hippies

kill all hippies----
u know they are

your natural enemy
they will twirl fire

at u before u can blink
they will play u whale noises

just when u r trying to relax

and the tell u

that those strange

beeps and whistles

are songs of love,

(they're not

they are

calls to other whales

telling them

that they are

sick of krill and

would

kill

for a

fillet of fish)
they hug trees,

neglecting that trees

grow better

if u dont

hug em,

it constricts the flow of sap,
they think that the

high point of the world

was the sixties,

they didnt

even have dvd's

in the sixties,

how can that be

a high point if u cant

record it,

and play it back

when ever u want,

huh,

huh???
they ..... oh look its hippy season,

so just do it
love and

wotever

that is

over there

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

its not

like i know

what the night

is

anymore,

the blur of people

the smatter of conversation

filtered in a haze,

and my replies

are blankets

to stem

the fires of acquaintance,

in all i have relinquished

my hope of a blue sky

and the

razored mirror

bending to the sway of love

or affection,

so i drink

to afford

the grey air

a bleed of colour,

knowing how senseless

i become

and welcome

oblivion

as a dawn

as a requiem

to a dream.

Without a tie

to bind my senses

to the undulating ground

i revive memories

on my tongue,

twirling through the mists,

expurgate the life

seen and shaken

from its slumber,

a waterfall

cascading letters

and indignity

praise and

preapic tensions

madness and serenity

in no measure,

in no certified quantity

just the

fall

of water

on shattered

rocks.
hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuucrash,

boom,

POW!!!!

////////////////////////////////////////

so

miss lkjh

we live

in times

and thats

the best

i can say,

i confusion,

and i,

understand,

that i will

never create

anything as original

as a

single blade of grass,

that the world

shapes its orbit

and my pull

on this rope

is no more

than the shape

of this word

on the evening tide,

that i can breath in

and not exhale,

that i can give

but cannot recieve,

nor can i hope

to define

via thesuarus

or these

infantile gurglings

the reasons

of my need

to feel warmth

where none exists,

and why i am lost

in those eyes

which do not see me.

course it

may be

just

low blood sugar

and i need to eat,

but thats just

me

flippant in the

face of adversity