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said to her

said to her
‘like the way the white cloth
sits on your leg
near the curving part’

okay

okay
I’m playing Mandolin Wind
that’s enough to know

2:42am gives up on love

2:42am
gives up on love

till he goes to the
bottleshop
tomorrow

will say ‘give me
a carton
of beer

it’s
new years
eve’

when you put

when you put
your tongue
in my ear

I like the way
my muscles
tighten with your

love

I not want to

I not want to
take my pants
down

less you want
to sit on top?

I so drunk
hon

I like on winamp that yr play all them songs

I like on winamp
that yr play all them songs
and yr click
clear playlist
and it’s all gone
except the song
yr listening to

so I played Sound of Silence

so I played Sound of Silence
I always do that

nothing talks more to me

on a vine I‘m growing passion fruit

on a vine
I‘m growing
passion fruit

might I put you onto it
hon?

the world is heating up
and I put a bucket of water
onto the vine
this morning

my bucket list
is only plants

tries a new six-pack of undies on

tries a new six-pack
of undies on
in the mirror

sits down with them
turns left
turns right

nice look

days gather

days gather
and I
keep them

I don’t like to spend much time in the front yard

I don’t like to spend much time
in the front yard
the neighbors
are in communication
with each other
they are like them
aliens on their way
from outer-space
to invade Earth
and I have to play AC/DC
to prepare myself
to battle with them

she’d look pretty in a white petticoat

she’d look pretty
in a white petticoat

I’ve imagined
hearing Springsteen
on the radio

if I could
lie next to her

write yr self cause that matters

write yr self cause
that matters

I knew I was gonna play Tougher Than The Rest

I knew I was gonna play
Tougher Than The Rest

Tougher Than The Rest - Bruce Springsteen & Jimmy Barnes

said ‘I’ve got a sore back” sister-in-law said

said ‘I’ve got a sore back”
sister-in-law said
‘could be your kidneys’
said ‘why’s that?’
said ‘cause yr drunk 18 bottles last night’
said ‘they were only light beers’

Christmas afternoon at my place

said to my brother
“the only place I walk is to the fridge
and back’
he said ‘we know that’
I said ‘then what’s yr problem?’

you might say something beautiful and they’ll say

you might say something beautiful
and they’ll say
‘you’re depressed’
cause normal folk don’t say
anything beautiful
in conversations

micro poetry

science has ruined the planet

it ruined you, and it ruined me
from what we are naturally

now it’s ruining poetry
taking away its spirituality

with the above terminology

it’s not the beer I’m addicted to, hon it’s lonesomeness

it’s not the beer I’m addicted to, hon
it’s lonesomeness

the poem asked ‘why are you trying to fit me into the haiku form?’

the poem asked ‘why are you trying to fit me
into the haiku form?’
‘cause people like that” I offered
‘I’m fine just the way I am
stop fucking with me’
it said