Love that grey.
Melt with ‘gloaming’ --- closest ‘natural phenomenon’ (physiologically)
to my own psyche and soul.
Hello Seattle. Hello World. Hello World Wide Web.
Each day, Checking the ‘hits.’ Sometimes more than one-hundred.
Meager offerings, my words.
But true. -- and Brutal. (perhaps just to me- yawning! You crazy stupid man)
Life in situ.
My words; (one poem - a grain of sand)
-- a beach near Guam. or some beach --- anywhere ---
No greater or lesser than other words.
Let us deny the power, true power -- let us turn to our addictions.
sex. power of penis and vagina. fucking like rabbits
Let us pray -- (as humanity)
we see the little ones. the shriveled souls like mine.
Let us deflower colorful subterfuge and see the face of God.
or find a Mercedes Benz, polish your nails with glue and sugar
-- put on pancake
Drive across this country in a convertible; flashing peace signs.
Sugar on those fingers. Smiling off the cliff...