......

[YABYUM]

sun will be rising
i dont think i'll sleep tonite
old poems caffeine me

[joel]

sweet:

old poems caffeine me

sun opened over unseen sleeping
tight-shut eyes, but ever unwrinkled
smooth to cliff-hang-over poetry

enough faith believes the sun will be
rising again, poetic caffeine
drips poetic agnosticism

mood-swing universe keeps turning back
one pen out-of-ink for another
old poem new poem sleep and wake

always morning slightly east of void
depth of space sleeps half the day on earth
twenty-four hours filled with verses

[YABYUM]

soft songs violent hard blue sky birds
frantic collages insomniac dreams tatter
bitter me stirring break-up poetry words
overturned image ovetures crystalize
just in time
just in time
ice blue shards revolutions through glitter space
awaken waves foam sea memoried eyes
pumping withered compass veins
symphonic mortal ghosts vex vaporize repeat
tempest breaths stare immortal down
reflection breasts envelope mind soul vagina swallows time
please dance tickle kiss hold build one more nest
please giggle shiver kneel bite enrapture tear
please eraser miles higher farther its raining blue eyes.....

[stilltrucking]

sun will be rising
i dont think i'll sleep tonite
old poems caffeine me

It is amazing how far you can drive with out sleeping, drinkin caffeine, chewing No-Doze and bubble gum, listening to music or poetry. Just a blur, four days? four thousand miles? Kerouac never learned to drive, but damn he could type.Texas Oklahom, Colorado, Utah, Idaho, OR, California, Arizona, New Mexico,

but he was so young
on a ten city run
in love with a truck stop girl.

Beautiful beat ness
Righteous exhaustion
Semiconscious

False dawn
New Mexican Desert
I lay myself down

Facing east horizon thru
One piece peterbilt windshield
Will be my alarm clock

Sun rises shines on my face
with forty five minute nap
I feel caffiened to the max

Truck driving
And the art of
Sleeping fast.