09.26.01, 8.03.22
Feeding hunger
I feel a hunger within me
It is in my blood
Flowing through me
It is my lifeblood
To taste it, to touch it
To hold it close
Knowledge is the thing
That I hunger for most
Jan 28, 8:04:22
Photographic Memory
Stone the giraffe.
Pass it through
the chicken noodle printing press.
Highlight the power cord,
with a tuna fish sausage
Wrapped in ivory, meander on
through the grass, on and
on to the doorstep of
my mind, unzip the microwave
The burrito will explode.
Pass the petroleum
make a pancake
Jan 29 2002, 8:08:
Bite In
Teeth, disembodied
Gnaw my skin
like so many mosquitos, drawing my life
Name the notebook
She told it the world
Feel the air
window and pants
knife blade gashes
canyons running red
Flow the landscape
Transform my mind
1.30.02
How to
Acid rain burns my flesh away
I rub my eyes, with bones
Pulled away, the air so soft
leaves blown on the breeze
Spinning, round and round
swirling my mind,
It seems so strange
so I pause
1.31.02
Cool Beats beat
To the Rhythm
Feel the Rave
Not too Formus
Repeat the Word
Pound my Brain
I like It
Alter, but stay
Different, not
The Beat, is
2.7.2
(unfinished)
Life is what we perceive it to be
Real enough to support you and me
But when everyone stops considering
Will it all crash & burn, fall down to nothing
They say we see with our eyes
hear with ears
We just fail to recognize
through our fears
2.6.2
When you feel rushed
to do something now, too
hard to concentrate on nothing
that fills the notches ahead
I'll do it all, in lew
of the fact that it, while
seemingly stupid, and
improbably so terrible to all
the crazy people, who stand
And crazily they smile
2.24.2
In yonder meadow
a solitary flower
'twixt drab companions
Grey cloak�d fugures
Walk, following the air's flow
Yet never touch ground
2.26.2, 8:00:00
another
another is gone
fallen and no longer here
and winter comes on
2.27.2, 7:57:55
Avuncular ape
swings through arms of trees and vines
yet he goes nowhere
likewise the field mouse
in his small world, big to him
lives and learns nothing
i live life confined
by beliefs held, clutched to breast
i wonder, but if...
my muse has left me
maybe it was never here
and i shed no tears
03.20.02, 7:57:58
The End
Here comes the end
Of the train ride we're on
Step off to the platform
All pain will be gone
You'll lose all sense
Of who you are
And what you will be
And what you were
The music is sublime
Whatever it may be
Maybe there just isn't any
It matters not to me