prayed to jesus over my snapper.
mama cass sais the darkest hour is just before dawn
trash man sais its the stinkinest hour too
i sat there right through it
haunted and happy, staring at the moon
wrote me a poem about billy joel
and about 14 poems about my boy
and his syrupy old soul
tried to meditate,
lord knows i cant sleep
these days, i dream
like a nervous hummingbird
wake up with the shakes
mad crazy kundulani
think i summoned up something powerful
all the sunhot indulgence
hadn't we all ought to be
bona fied somethings
in a veritable bliss
for the fact we belive
we exist.
i was going to write my little love poems here but i feel embarased and egomanical, paranoid as black man in the backwaters of florida, racist old mangrovers. feel like im talkin to a wall.
somestranger tells me my feet are flat, that i ought to take advantage of that.
think i might. rooster.
trash man sais its the stinkinest hour too
i sat there right through it
haunted and happy, staring at the moon
wrote me a poem about billy joel
and about 14 poems about my boy
and his syrupy old soul
tried to meditate,
lord knows i cant sleep
these days, i dream
like a nervous hummingbird
wake up with the shakes
mad crazy kundulani
think i summoned up something powerful
all the sunhot indulgence
hadn't we all ought to be
bona fied somethings
in a veritable bliss
for the fact we belive
we exist.
i was going to write my little love poems here but i feel embarased and egomanical, paranoid as black man in the backwaters of florida, racist old mangrovers. feel like im talkin to a wall.
somestranger tells me my feet are flat, that i ought to take advantage of that.
think i might. rooster.