a funny thing happened when I got up this morning my head fell off when I picked it up it was your eye staring back at me I got a dizzy spell hearing you curse me even under your dying breath saying O this is the man that ruined my life
this is a picture of the telephone pole where I used to live I had a window it was a suture in the seam of things and I was riding down the mountain when you came to say the tree was cut
I moved I dont live in the window room
I went to France
Italy Toronto
Dublin
Back to Paris
in time for the
riots
of
nihilism and
self-hatred
I live in a telephone pole
with a racoon
I live in a telephone pole
with a racoon
I watch the sly skies
waiting God's intentions
spurring my onward Christian soldiers message
I never did understand the plural or possessive
the cambering need for armies to
about face
in the wind
In the lee of this love
I became a forest not knowing the reactionary délire
was commonplace sort of
like you
commonplace and a little upreared
into
I became a forest not knowing the reactionary délire
was commonplace sort of
like you
commonplace and a little upreared
into
attitude
