isn't this what you were looking for?

notes from a walk that will be picked apart

i want to stuff you in a garbage bin until it's time for me to find you again

i want to place continents between me & everything i hold dear & then see what we build & what we neglect

i want to want a cigarette and i want a beer

i want a split wet beaver to stick my rock hard dick in like that building that says 'boner 4ever' or the people who sleep in the cars with the seats rolled down & write secret reports in the language that occurs between radio stations

i want to leave you elaborate & revealing notes & hide them in places you might maybe look because it's never the message it's always the act

let's dynamite something soon & spend time in an aquarium eating all sorts of things wrapped in bacon

i have reason to believe i have my reasons they are old & buried deep inside all of us all it takes is a mountain or dynamite or road work or the proper sounding gear

it is written in sounds & spoken in pictures & it takes a certain amount of punching yourself in the face to see it because you can't see a thing when you're trying that hard to look at it

i want to drench you in milk & honey because i am told they are comforting

& i can only think standing up in motion or when i'm sleeping

i have written my best work in my sleep i hope it stays there there are sounds coming from the garbage bins i am growing impatient i am shopping for dynamite on the internet in this light the buildings are mountains the fog is ringing them

2 comments:

Len said...

this is fucken sexy

Sheila E. Whitsett said...

listen to Milk And Honey by Nick Drake.

The thought of becoming drenched in such substances makes me want to die.

Good piece, nevertheless.

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