......

[YABYUM]

just in case you missed it
it happens right now
no, not then, now

he left them at the bar be cause, he thought, not effect...

camping on his floor with smiles known to recollect
no smiles but miles travelled
I see in my brothers eyes

pictures studied
blood eyed tears

tearing

this is not a poem.

[stilltrucking]

this is not a poem.

you could have fooled me

I know nothing about it
If it moves me, it makes me feel, if it shakes my world view, if it makes me wonder

I call it a poem

shows you how little I know about poetry.

[YABYUM]

never is it the light glistening on end of cigarette
ah ha its whos hand that struck forth said light
whom is to blame?

hand or object?


"she said she'd take me anywhere as long as i stay clean"

we're calling in as solid.....and......we owe me

travels...alone....work....alone.....
famly, a loan.

is not a poem.

[YABYUM]

he had seen her dressed in red all the "while" wearing read.
and when that moment came he saw her underneath catheed....
rail tree, he knew she was just the woman not for us.
and so i walked away.

omnipresent situation, dare he ask you put you there?

fast guitar, mad angry feet drums, bass?
bass is in this and un-employment checks.

where have that one aliciellyari gone?
I am sure them were in my bed once that moment we were one.

where have allthe aliciellyari gone?

he yells about copper kids
he yells about volkswagon, black
he yells about september and scotia


but i have wounds better years the bet.
hear rain out our window.
town is known now but next to new.

i still hold a picture under my fucking pillow
pillow fucking my picture held still i my.