|Stupidity is only how I can love|
I am a piece of a statue that will become a human shape. The sun has absorbed the plant in the window. The sun is absorbing me. It is stretching my soul. I forget that my feet exist.
Its a puppet show with dexterous hands wearing the weak. Right now I am in heaven, barefooted, I am free to make whatever movements I like. Close my eyes and dance them behind curtains.
I propose the word GENTLEMAN, in its expiration, be moved to define the bulldyke.
If you can make the people laugh, you control the people.
Be self-aware while alone. Discard awareness around others.
I am glad to feel holy. What wonderful sidewalk for the sun to cast dark giants
what a lovely bicycle chained to a stop sign
what regal red apartment steps
to th homes of people who do not exist
The leaning tree is a freak
how much I'd like to sit
in a woodsmith's store of chairs
and cuckoo clocks
Small statured accent man will find me wherever i go
Strange to meet your own conscience in the flesh of another
Running man disappears behind a van
A car with deep bass serves to disrupt a worry for a worried soul
A broom to a drum, a tree faces its reflection
A man and a woman conduct business
The door has a curtain
Love, on the faces of fighting brothers
Gypsy found my napkin drawing
said she'd keep it to remember.
In the bar at 11am
Empty, it is not July
I cannot retain that fact.
There are glowing globes
above the table booths
red dots over the Japanese-style panels
an exit sign.
voices from the back room
My dreams from years past
and last night
follow me thru the life i know to be waking.
though i always feel awake --
one does not feel asleep.
I dream my life the night before.
the scoundrels put their feet up on the chairs!
Dream in non-english
Dream in spanish though
I only know three words.
1. a man appears before me
2. a man appears before me
3. a man appears before me
my life functions outside of physical law
there are messengers and clues
for the solitary wanderer
to enjoy their prophesies in solitude
impossible to translate without bastardizing th strange buddhizm
a man purchases two artworks behind my head
the music of youth pours like soft water from the hallway
I am the only person I know
in a five hour bout of living
I will become a flower on the great human vine
I will bloom on a barstool to a piano tune
why not know the handsome boy behind the bar
my lover hides himself from me
a slanted ceiling pours piano keys from the roof gutter
glad to have a green head
glad to be a chair in a room full of chairs
glad to walk the streets in sexual costume disguised
glad i can paint my blue self red
attract other thinkers
with a display of thought?
i am without wooden braces
today will be strange
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