Thursday, April 9, 2009

exploring my past


knew you always thought to be the better but now i translate walk through guides to poems play video games and know you always liked cats yr house was litter sanded and and kept our shoes on smelling not out of disrespect but because there was semen you still play video games in yr floor socks and nails reaching for ceiling peels you still play video games still mosquito poetry you tattoo mega and proto men on yr arms always my thoughts wrote you the better no I translate walk through poetry t.s. eliot for dummers e pound for dummest fascists walt whitman for dimless charles olson for drummers gertrude stein for lovers anne waldmen for lifers sylvia sylvia sylvia i smoked salvia in abandoned chaimpaign house with felix cat heard they made life video you have it the game walking guide there secrets at this stage or next you remember i was high and you low when we where history of rome and you me said i can have her there was conflict over people and our civilization would collapse if you weren't the bigger i was a boy two years later still got back to and realized the first impulse is always right first immersion right dont left it right left marrrrch you remember we drew five thousand ten peni and testes on the windows of van carter was 18 now hes dishonorably discharged i 16 m buried in letters in loam in stones graphite homes still eaten herbivore we used to the light bulbs become nights ate rold golds read fragments shards words famous amoses sun chips chocolate chips potato chips and salsa and hummus and cream cheese and whiz cheese and vinegar and ketchup corn chips pork chops mutton chops and mopped and read hipster poem shit were 16 and 17 you had a van with shit hipster stickers we were fucking it man now i write walk through for things without doorways and drawers and translate dolloped sensicles into nons am i making sentences or poems about yr story is there justice in linear things is there in lines an arched glue is there wiser with more spinnings is centrifugals in yr brain were always thought the be. thats all i really wanted say to tell to mutter glitter hey just a side step 45 degrees half perpendicularized i really wanted to tell always you i thoughted were the be--
in peace,

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