true account

So we only get
so much life, at that

Whenever we sit back 
try to calculate how much
we've got left, those are moments
better spent 

toasting people gone,
times past, who helped make
our lives

something worth 
a laugh

joined course

There wasn't a chance we could go awry 
except every step not knowing why 
until every look between us met 
every reason we knew, which 
we can't forget 

We've had every chance in the book 
plus one. 

The next chance we get, let's 
not call it done. 

Each breath and each step 
you have been always true 
and our guesses lay bets 
we've staked all the way

through 

lit from without

It isn't as if the world's 
so dark, if sometimes 
the light gives us nothing 
to see. It's shot through 
with shades and hues 
and sparks. It stays 

lit from without. 
You're not with me, 
but my eyes keep seeing 
your style and form 
so compatible with 
what's kept us high 

and grounded us far 
under distant stars. 
Every sun comes up 
and around, showing 
why more than where 
and how more than when 

but there's been no question 
of who, my friend. We cannot 
pretend we have not found 

this: this world's lit
from without 

by everything missed
in enduring wish. 

match and mix

I'll be mix
and you'll be match, I'll 
be caught since you're
the catch. Let time
sweep us up in space. 
I'll be yours 

we'll find
our place. 

Even if now seems 
so far. Even if 
so many are
directionless,  
without ways through. 

You'll be my way, 
seafoam spray 
and sunrise
dew

much left

There isn't much left, except what 
we could be
to each other in spite
of what you've meant to me
(too much: I know) minus everything 
done: too bad, for sure

let's show. All for one, cards
on table and no bets laid.

Maybe 
our best chance 
has been left unplayed, 
flying much too 

free

beyond one's control

What's beyond one's control
takes a system from each 
with bottoms and tops 
pivoting like a beast, but 
we're already there!

We've got systems galore
to choose 
from 
which is
which? Well, pick

and run 
more

passable

I subjectify you 
with objective mind
violating taboos
that are none too kind
since it's none of our business
what each feels like, except 
where we're given
to touch
so right

punchline less

A musical spar 
or prong or flange
walked into a bar, and 
there it stands.

The bartender, grim
at accustomed post 
keeps screwing in
light bulbs 
without count, 
pouring nameless 
drinks in proper 
amounts, and 

nodding her head 
in absent mind, 
while the musical 
spar beats
drunken
time

proposing toast 
after toast after
toast

hold on, you

I want to hold you with my arms and hands and eyes and mind, no further plans

mark time

I mark time in smiles 
and laughter like bells
spinning out in the void
not a thing to sell 

I used to build bridges 
by frequency 

Now wavelength is how 
you are kept in me 

You still ripple in waves 
breaking out to far shores 
from everything you 

that I can't help adore
but I understand, too 

about growing apart 
it means no way to say 
you still stick like a dart 
and you still spread roots
in my heart of hearts. 

You're still putting up 
shoots in fits and starts 
every time the sun shines 

I'm still feeling you bud
Even now cast between us:
such thick, rich mud 

So I love when it rains 
because of how you look, wet
I still stake all our pains 

It's for joys
I bet

omg political

You and I
so political 
oh my god 
but I love how
I reach like a lightning rod 
up invisibly far 

to call down your bolt 
you have smitten me, babe 

burnt well beyond hope

not far

I poured myself over 
a high, still cliff 
and rebounded back
through my eyes, ears 

skin 

standing anchored so high 
as protected as wind 

I called to you then 
and there was no sin. 

You called to me back 
but you were the sea:
a blackness of blue 
with ten million stars 

broken sunlight at noon 
as I stood, redwood shade 
deep in dust from the paths
that I trod not far

Can't never

Can't never could 
and did never died
but never never was
just lived and lied

the visitors

We've only been visitors
in our own lives.
Unable to know any

one we can't trust.
Unable to unsee betrayals
of ours: extending that
lesson as far as we must

Each other's a mother
who cannot contrive,
a father who cannot
conceive of our bond.
A sibling who can't
be a keeper combined.

We've always been children
of somebody's, once.
Been fighting to grow up
in each gaze we meet.
It's why we can't know,
grow,
trust,
love
or complete

Too busy with
business of rank,
sort

compete

keep the blood poured

adrenaline testosterone estrogen 
fight flight to home 
heart is just a drug pusher 
marrow pumps in core of bone
freezing, boiling, hazing red 
vision clouds or crystal clicks
target signs land everywhere
what heart wants is where
heart sticks

keep the blood poured
keep the blood poured
peered hit plowed gored
keep the blood poured

get it in must let it out 
sweat, tears, pores, palms, planted soles
fluids in and fluids gone 
got to mix it up one whole

got to mix it up with two 
territories, properties 
so much me that I need you
so much us that we can't be 

keep the blood poured
keep the blood poured
red, green, flash, bore
keep the blood poured

every generation's rise 
hanging on by tooth and nail 
wanting things done just some way 
fixed by generation's fail

how to bring a life like this 
innocent so many ways 
into trials, hips and fists 
lips bare teeth in green eyed gaze

what can keep us breathing yet
keep our limbs moving around 
purposeful as purpose gets 
meaningful as meaning found 

in the blood, such need and want
like, love, trust and consequence
game theories prey, peck and hunt
blood for oil, sport, defense 

keep the blood poured
keep the blood poured
white, black, red, sore
keep the blood poured

keep the blood poured

Let's Get You Naked

We are alive, a little 
Still got a lifeline left 
Who do you wanna be now? 
I just wanna be myself 
Who do you wanna be with? 
I just want to be with you 

But we got something between us
I got an idea, a suggestion if you will 

Let's get you...naked 
We'll see what we'll see, we'll do what we do
Let's get you...naked 
And I hope you don't mind if I join you?

I've known you forever and ever
I know you like I know my own hand
But I'd like to know you better
And then better and better again 

'Cause we got some room to wiggle
The time has finally come, to come clean
'Cause we've been lying a little 
Let's expose the truth if you know! 
What I mean 

Let's get you...naked 
We'll see what we'll see, we'll do what we do
Let's get you...naked 
And I hope you don't mind if I join you?
Let's get you...naked 
Sounds like a plan to me 
Let's get you...naked 
And I'll even go first if you want me

Still got a lifeline left

Just wanna be myself

Who do you want to be with? 
I just want to be with you 

Sometimes a few missing pieces
Completes the completeness 
I want nothing between us, two

Let's get you...
...naked. 

Let's get you...
...naked. 

Sounds like a plan to me! 
Let's get you...naked, 
and I'll even go first 
if you want me  

catlike pounce

I catlike pounce on what you give 
it's only cause 
we've got to live 

I doglike big beg eyes explain
and rationalize 

in big dog words 

why I am
sometimes 
such
a pain
woof woof 
my eyes
say 

bark whine sane 

finding need's purposes

It's not about need it's
Want. Want is about 
Lack. 

We lack purpose or 
Function. Another 
One or some 
Thing could

provide 
what's wanted 
so much we felt 

need

"Saskia (Out There)"

You get a little bit out of hand
(sometimes)
But you're the one who reels me back in
(and I'm fine)
And even picturing when you cry
(so sad)
It makes me want to just hit some guy
I'm that mad, and sometimes

I feel I'm in too deeply
I tell myself I'm not but I don't believe me

Saskia!
You're the only one out there, baby
Saskia!
Don't you think you should come in maybe, hey?

Come in! I love seeing
You shine. You make me think in
Clichés. With your hand…
in mine

And there's a whole world of difference,
between we.
But it don't make any difference
Not to me
That's not to say it's not meaning full
enough
It's just it's not any obstacle
Not to us, and when I

Picture my world without you
There's nothing in the frame, not of any value

Saskia!
You're the only one out there, baby
Saskia!
Don't you think you could come in, maybe?
Saskia!
Who could ever think evil of you?
Saskia!
The sun's breaking through all the clouds above you

Hey
I love how you measure
Your strength
Not by force of
Your shove
But by choice of
restraint

You get a little bit out of hand
(it's true)
But you're the one who pulls me back in,
to you and sometimes
I get a little bit broken up

And you're left sweeping my pieces up

And if I
just want to protect you too fiercely
It's only 'cause I love you so completely

Saskia!
You're the only one out there baby
Saskia!
Don't you think you should come in, maybe?
Saskia!
You are the only light I can see
Saskia!
Don't you go disappearing on me

indulgences

I overindulge in you.
I want the future and
the past we want, but 

I cannot have either
with you now. It works
for now because I think 

You don't indulge me 
one bit. We drink  

the air where we are,
and breathe the light

where we each are
now without

a fight. 

"So, Saskia"

SHE:

Well, you ask who's this lass
with the ear-splitting laugh
and a mouth like a sailor's behind?

Who comes off so professional,
first rate first class
in manner, appearance and mind?

With a certain how do you say je ne sais quoi
in French or Italian or Dutch?
Whose words and whose ways never fail to translate
Well, how can you ask who?
Is it not obvious?

How could I be any more Saskia?
I ask a-ya?
It's im-poss-kia!
How could I be any more Saskia?
It's pre-posterah -
'cause I'm Saskia!

Any social milieu
I'll come waltzing right through
my onlookers can't fail to gush

If I slip, I will fall
with impeccable poise
and rise all the more glamorous

Well my friends know me well
and they'll all tell you so
and plenty of stories besides

But why take second-hand
when first-hand's walking by
What more could you question?
Do you doubt your eyes?

ALL TOGETHER:

How could she be any more Saskia?
We ask a ya? It's im-poss-kia!
How could she be any more Saskia?
It's pre-posterah!
She's so Saskia!

SHE:

How could I be any more Saskia?
I ask a-ya?
It's im-poss-kia!
How could I be any more Saskia?
It's pre-posterah
I'm so Saskia

It's a science and art
to come off so 'just so'
It's a calling and hobby of mine
So if I'm a bit late
No point checking your watch
I'll be there!...

(ALL: She'll be there!)

...on Saskia Time!

How could I be any more Saskia?
I ask a-ya?
It's im-poss-kia!
How could I be any more Saskia?
It's pre-posterah
'cause I'm Saskia!

"Ceremonial"

here we are
and we're ready
to begin the act, the stage

is set. There's no hurry,
and no turning back, you know

your role - but you tremble
'cause it means so much to you,
to make it great

make every gesture captivate

it's ceremonial
like a rain cloud
ceremonial,
like a wolf's howl
ceremonial
like a slow dance
you can breathe it in, like incense
ceremonial
like a moonbeam
ceremonial
like a love scene
ceremonial
like a vivid dream
it could mean anything

fake. rehearsed. artificial - such is life, but
it means everything you put into

on performance night, you catch
your breath, and leap outward

- it's a leap of faith
you trust yourself to make
your instinct says it's no mistake

it's ceremonial
like a rain cloud
ceremonial,
like a wolf's howl
ceremonial
like a slow dance
you can sink in it, like quicksand
ceremonial
like a moonbeam
ceremonial
like a love scene
ceremonial
like a vivid dream
it doesn't mean anything

when the curtain falls, and darkness draws around
you
to a crash of applause - you left the audience
all dumbfounded
and your curtain calls, could have gone on and on,
for hours and hours
but you steal away

with red hearts bunched in tight bouquet

lose the wardrobe, and make up
going natural, you step, with command
- into spotlight

without self-control, you know
what's next isn't scripted, but
you have the words by heart

by heart

the house lights fading into dark

it's ceremonial
like a rain cloud
ceremonial,
like a wolf's howl
ceremonial
like a slow dance
you can breathe it in, like incense
ceremonial
like a moonbeam
ceremonial
like a love scene
ceremonial
like a vivid dream
and it means everything

Just The Worst

Listen: you're just the worst 
I met in my life. You made me 
your man. I made you his wife, 
'cause I never quite can come up  
second, you see.

You're just the worst 'cause
you're tied with me. 

When you're tied for first 
there is no number two. 
That's so much the magic 
we each saw in you. It struck
up the magic we each found
in us.

It was how you and I each
needed to be. Tied for first
growing worst so fast

you can't trust 

You're just the worst I met 
in my time. I made you my 
woman and you made you 
mine, every step every aim 
destroying what's ours: vows, 
rings, homes and houses in 
hotel bars. 

I'm just the worst, now you 
knew it was so. Time to break 
down all the news and go. 

We're just the worst, 'cause  
we tried to be. We were tied 
for first best, now
we'll never 
be free. 

Damn people with vigilante streaks

Damn
people with vigilante streaks
are the real problem with humanity
as it stands aloof, grinning with

"perfect quip" 

to cap off a one-man/one-woman
personal vengeance jag, all 
to avenge wronged 
things, 

Right?

Guess.
Superman
and Green Hulk are
comparatively healthy!
Fantasies outright, compared
to all the paramilitary identikit
punks of any and all capes, creeds,
crusades and no core at all, think they're

like
Batman.
Or some dark soldier
thing going on. Got no code
that works for them yet, of course
so: keep it hid online, scathing people
who aren't there! Feigning love
as bad as hate:

all to pose
peak human
with a masterplan

of course

one bad one:
off-course.

humanity

has always
to do without crusaders.
Eventually: masks rot, helmets
crack, capes catch you up in a knot

of sheets 

streaked before all 
who discover your 
gall, bile, blood and 
shit

and all

. end 
like an
animal

in a self
made cage, 
a 

cave

that began up your own, 
ass. What a whole 
load

of human
waste 

such people seek 
and seek to become
eventually that streak 

needs over.
 
done

Startful Stop.

My inner system's all flushed up
and out, and her I stand
surprised.

She's cool, full-stop
and I could give a fuck
for all her daring whys. I stand

or lay here wondering why not?
Or: was she calling mine? My
bluff, my hopes,
my all-for-once:

Her dragonback is drawn
in leaves and twisty roots: no
coffee, please

and no I had
no deft designs
on her, but
simply start and ease.

We let each chart our course:
Slow dance apart at each one's
pace: no recompense. For if love
works

and must be war, I'll bow
my head to glance its blade
with my stiff neck.

Forever
gaze, then lop it off.
Her voice is dulcet
blooms:

no chore.

She
calculates night hard,
but
soft. So musical, this
vunderkind

it could
go

better
undesigned
and
unaloft

That Catcall?

So
Catcall her,
when she knows who you are,
and has given you let, without
hindrance or leave so fat! So
far, so good to say ("by her
leave"), say:

"Let me holler atcha, woman
who I call 'girl' all night,
all day, always."  

Worder, Please
do do call her just!
That girl, because you
know she (in trust!) 

has given you the breeze
easy-true, as a moment-held
truce that stays, and it says:

this woman
wants "girl"
from you. This

man
got
to honor
her so. So true.
That's a selves-held
plan. Girl! Honor her word!

If she doesn't knock you back
that time. She's preferred, you 
in just such a way: gendersexually!
In those selfsame ways she has given

To be.
Make do
and go screw, if
you cannot hold that

She/Them/Her has always
been free, up at bat in such
sticky-pitch woo and counter
attach. And so equal

with you. Would you take it 
all back, give inferior being? 

Man, you know that noise
holds strong signal within:

Call it "equipoise."

When you-know-by-who

that 
that ain't no

sin.

...against she, her, 
you, me, and let 
alone

Him. 
Let your
declaration "Let me!" 
holler out hung in parentheses,

question mark bells
long since wrung, 

But.

Be open yourself,
to every fact where you're
wrong. Let the offer of hurt
itself prove

So strong

don't 

make her
have to prove 
between you, 

daughter-son

If she ever called you 
"daddy," that's 

no issues
of hers,
you've
just

won
one

round
don't 
forget you're no cat, 
no dog, no not even 
an ape

called that. 

At some point, you end

At some point you end
on the opposite side of
wherever you’ve placed

your self
divide

I Feel Like I Do Right Now

"I feel like I do right now," 

You said. To the question:
could you ever want me?
More than him, instead?

Like some hymn revealed,
how you could never harm
in golden ruled miles trod
by skin and charm, streaming
balls in play, jounced round
by our wiles?

What a joint and a mutual affair
stood forth! Frothing rampant
as all, on all sides concoursed! 
In the white, angel spew of
our oars, so to speak,

how we rowed our backs
so lost in the peek. 

In the glimpse by 
two eyes, and the mind's
behind. In the afterglows
too soon to come, such
tomes by such pout
of yours! And smiles 
of ours. All mine 
for forever and days 
by says combined

...and imbibed! 

Such gasping grunts!
Such grasping hands 
seized here and now,
on hunts! Such immaculate
size, where Gojira holds
forth: Japan sighs, so wise.

It was all groan too long
in the smooth, curly shorts.

In our minds it was all.

Balled-up like twine, like 
bread with the wine we'd
swilled so fine, wished,
swished round
in our round
mouths

to pass: each
to each, twinned lips
through teeth 'til at least,
at last, we soured, and 
exploded release! 

One
of us,
anyhow:
let you 
please,
please, oh-or you

always do? Always did?
And did I? Was it fine, by
each? Someone came now
high in gushers down south
by and by, no tricks: and so
through downy Southland pass,
some fix.

Let us raise our vessels
and click: to peace!

In a secret, safe place.

Some sculpture of ease:
thine, tucked in all-hallowed
garden nestled and slick as time.

Where myth stands erased 
to replace for good: truth 
with beauty unscored. 

So pure! So wait-what, whoops! 

HEY! WRONG WAY you

ass

Oh shit. Whoooops, I
done fucked up at last
there, for goodness 
or sake.

It was sure 
a bad slip
for me 
ever to take. 

Forgive. Blame
culture? OK.

Pity, shame. 

On us? No, me,
mine all of this fault:

blown dust, if you
once could forgive
bad aim. But

(and it's a fine, fair 
and rounded but, you
've) If/Than Only  

to touch! Your nose 
or ear by some special 
signed tell for the good
to appear! But
If 
And...
You Know? 

I would never want
to.

It's unnatural
to me to so 

conquer

just

you

to the wisdom of youth

To the strength of youth
or the wisdom of age, 
there's no end! 

'Til they both
swap places
pretend

Bad Aim

To be the starfish, oh
no: be the hand

sailed us way far away
out over the waves

to land

On All Sides

It's a game: so it's
called "All Sides"
or "Hedge
Bet Fund" laid
out with charms,
wiles, and trust in

one
very wrong
friend. So: two teams
now! Every field.
All leagued. Need
tips? Here's how:

Offense! & D!:
Fence? Fraud? 
Don't slip,
since

Both have
won games.

Won championships
only rain downy fire
and smoke on the broad, fat plain 
decent fans, holding hard pulled tight
hope hands caught throats

in
their beds
can't  

sleep
for the chokes.

DAMN ALL 
of the damned
wild beast straight
stats fact-run rules
now!

Sign your lease.

Get plastered
and panned. 
Let us each 
allow: this time

it's for us.

Once gone
so real. So 
now. Know how? 

Got it set?
In minds? 
System? Break! 

Score! Feel!

What a really weird deal.
Oh if only the payoff weren't
so danged fake. Oh if only we'd
placed our own bets, what a steal!

We'd have held
what we'd get.

Free money for wheels, with
nothing going on but the rent,
balanced well

by what you can't spend now, ever
reckon on wet, dry, try, tie wins
losses sort, advise
or
sell:  

just
yet,
but soft:
not yet.  

Too sweet?
Oh, oh no what the hell,
please. Beat! What did you
just tweet?

Get out! Get bent! We've been
living too well, it seems. It's
all spent. So long. Wave bye!
No sale! You can go straight 
to hail in your empty sack 
storm. Oh come in now, 
honey. Wait. Let us hold.
Be here, now: 

warm. 

Plunk your
money and mine
from our mouths, once
more.  

'Cause with any strong cause,
town, leagued with bright swords,
sad towels dripping strong effects,
laced sweat, blood, bile, balls, teeth
clenched up to forget, miss hard!

At once past! At the post, pass missed!
All to get released?

You bum! Don't miss! Or else
Go, now! Go! Be deceased to us!

These, 
THIS
we can't ever forgive, quite.

Trust. Can't quite manage, expect!
Coach, minister all by mind, heart,
soul, spirit forged in one ball.  

Hey. Take a slipped note:
bad bet. 

That's us all
all the men women
thronged people, tossing
their face, form and joint? 
For the sex, money glory on-point
on a sea seized wide, by that giant ass
screen play that can't be erased? Go!

Set! Bet! Stake! 
It all comes down in this: disgrace
or that hard, beautiful 

grace,
dignity 

like a cat.
Nine lives simply can't all be wrong.
Cannot miss:placed on one dumb race. 

Blest luck with a kiss, and one wild ass
fuck lass, lad: scratched, hissed. So...

shall not be never! 
All we here, hear! 
Drowning in bliss, 
ignorance: what a crux.
What innocence gist. 

We shall not quite
be "never," yet
forever
replaced,

nor missed.

Now pay out.
It's our round.
 
Get pissed

Forgive? Yes oh no

Yes.

Oh. Yes, but no
hold up. 'Cause
I'll tell you why

and then:

a woman

in cultural terms
her whole life
generally gets pounded
while wasting her time
on the wrong damn man
it turns out

she can't drive

him from

mind

except

the man—is he true? in
his turn and terms wants
more
and he
has to be worth,

yet

burns yet another big score!
for her! Who? True? Oh no

it takes
the one
he's with, now
screw the past
to the future post

undo

undo

to believe

it's

her

even once,
now you and I
could be "the
one" let alone

you.

When
neither can trust?
in themselves? let
alone

oh,
no

heart
shake
ice break
to bone
pour two
drinks

now
for oneself
and thou.

In slow
short glass
bound to break
here we go! Add

spirit
heat
stir

in stir
in gaol now
marking out time
from a boy to this

girl

that's a "Heterosexual
Monogamy Joint!" see
it
purple and swole
green, iced clear and
glassed

on-point.

To your eyes!
To your face, crazy
culture makes us
such

weird names.

DRINK!

It's a drinking game,
lust

plus invincible trust
when you've finally had
another that can make
you forget

when she's never any time
in the world left yet

and he can't bet stake get
more

than this one

when it's all that she needs
and
it's everything he wants
gone

bust

once
more.

raise a glass encore?

Yes. Watch this trick
I will pour you a

"Forgive Yourself Sore” or
Forgive Yourself Score.

Depends. Do you want
an onion or a cherry in
this

drink?
Sure 

full on arts dissertation's disclothes

I stood up revealed
in college once
to explain to the prof
just what he wants:

nudity! In film: the
original optimal 
special effect 

to pack them in
carts, blankets
wrapped correct 
in propriety, suffocating
tight to get out past the
posted guards in mind,
quick heart off the road
bumping down, through
all the way home 

out quick comes the staff,
critiqued to the bone:
for unrealistic turns 
of a shopworn 
plot. 

with no
audience 
all high on pot,
macking snacks,
stealing kiss between
snooze and yawn 
sneaking in booze 
shouting boos 'til 
dawn: oh,

it's no 
fun 
it's all done
in-camera 
now 

so 
long

boom the gong wring
the curtain off: 

POW

like you didn't expect 
that bared eye show? 
Come on. Where's the 
car, babe 

we gots
to go

Ukklandia Ho

Your flag is bolder
and prettier than
ours. Ours

is artistically
and symbolically an
eyesore! Deliberately!

Hoisted all awful
in battle for strong
stomachs and spines
tight in the balls! For woman
was at home, defended like

some fortress sewing
that damn thing like general
Betsy Ross: the American
Bestie, flagwise.

Yet I love it. True. A graphic
error terror on a bold hard
pole, left out in the storm
to flap breeze, and so keep
us cockled-up and warm

through ice-locked daze,
wondering: could I? No way.

Too tough, those revolutionary
twerps, casting off so way better
a flag objectively...yet? Thought

of the day du jour.
Means Jack Nil
in context. Also:

it's NOT bolder and prettier BECAUSE:

Def Leppard is better than Queen!

Def Leppard simply IS better than
Queen. Appalling. No way Def
Leppard should be better than
Queen. They wanted to BE Queen,
the Def Leppard way! Everybody

MUST SING LIVE. Yet
in doing so, partly
because the drummer
got an arm off and shit, they
just kept going, Def Leppard

outlasted Queen to become
THE WORLD'S DEF LEPPARD
FOR THE QUEEN! Hm.

Since Elizabeth too has passed
her mantle on to Chuck Winsor
or Windsor or whatever, maybe

it's time

to reevaluate this whole "Queen
stank, because Def Leppard rules"
theory, which the whole world
upholds ME wildly in online, seemingly.

What IF
online itself is
SOMEHOW! SELFSAME

WRONG?

Ouch.
If so though,
that capering, rampant flag
you UKklandiars have is simply
best

in the world
white and royal
naval darkest blue
and blood all over
it in stripes red

of a bold interlocking
of vertically hexed diagonal
crosses. You, Yes, you!

Could teach a three-part art
and history class on that Shit!

And The Lep!!

Would barely be half the semester in it.
A huge FOOT NOTE in the game like
Sherlock Holmes, boy! obviously

though the Pet Shop Boys leave both teams
in the dirk, I mean the dirt. With their dicks
in the dirt too scrambling to score some

ancient soccer match
called fooooot bul
shit
sport, but true

the fans have some flaggy
outfits

on

it

...

go dallas

father's cowfeathers

So the issue is.
The topic isn't
both-ways germane, so
why not work it out between
collective heart-brain?

It's cause.
Cause doesn't
operate sentimental
shove.

You had
to be
there first
with me,
to get into it,

"applesnake"

to get into it,

"serpent-dove"

to get into it us,
with we:

a trust
that had

to be
between
before we,
you and me

could
mean,
love

keeps happening when

It keeps happening where 
everyone in the world
(one suddenly discovers)
knew "it"
all along 

and It's always
different and it's
always right. So obvious now
that you should have known, but

!! 
??

Why didn't any one tell us this?
Why must it go by blindside miss? 
'Til at last it all fits this missing piece
we digest and sort out, adjust up our
aims 
          then the next level gets 
revealed in 

sane. 

It keeps
happening every what
when where plain get
way out in front, no!
don't

stay
in
your
lane

"Worst Surfers" (proposed Vedder/Stipe collaboration)

Surf the worst / between us what
hell, are you doing? not our business, but
The worst! ohhhhhhhh between us
Your breath is making us drown
Your breath is making us drown

Listen you bald ass clown my lord
Quit flailing our limbs, now going in
Time to stop shredding our vocal chord
All I can do is close eyes and sway
That's not going to save us out here, no
Not any day, with the stars crashing in in music box souls
with weird beard chin just loose your board and,
lose that bored expression, man we both just scored! Uh

Surf the worst
Between us
What the hell you doing out here?
Your business? Worst oh worst
Between two men
If any show up let's
Pretend we're them
I'll howl deep
If you whine hard
Push in pull beside me
with all regard

It's a posted beach
no rescue now
what's this warm tide oh
between us somehow too oh
man

smells

Oh uhhhh man!
Smeeeelllleee-ells

Like salt spray and hot old
college rock dells

Did you do that?

(no guitar solo)

below rock bottom

Fantasy's the thing
we'd never want, because
we can't lack that. 

Anytime in our safe 
space: one mind, no
breaks, no taking back.

It's why it
titillates

us
so,
so
long
we've
had to grow
and know what's hard,
real, right: here right. Then,
Now. We people just become
much more oneself. We go,
unbreaking bow.

It's only death 
of self or soul. 
It's nothing hard.
We rise above who
can't control and what
we fantasize about

is just our fascination with
our best, worst, blest thing 
we don't want:
an empty mouth.

Sad eyes
Your pout 

No vows,
now no. No
promise binds
on future self.

No word for what's so wrong
but "no." 

It's only what we don't allow.
Because we'd never really want 
to groom one's self into brute
beast out hollering
to be

deceased 

Go, horses
groom each
other wild.

Bride and bridle,
friends made hot
to fuss and care
each other's ways. 

It's always someone 
else's party, now! Today!
And that's okay 'cause
ours won't end
until betrayed

by our last friend. 
Until that day
so bright we blink
in sublime pains we shouldn't take,
painstakingly we part, we stake.
We welcome wants we hate to think

We feel we couldn't be so wrong.
And so we're not. 

Though dreamed so long, 
we do wake up. So, 

so long dream.

We couldn't 
really 
want to be 
that thing. 

Below rock bottom we become
what we know we can't
live with
sun

adding down

for up to eight hours
of powerful relief
sleep

waking up
in a dream so weird 
so real you can't tell 
the name for it 
is generic 

for known effects sudden
uncontrollable movements
which may be permanent

lowered ABC 
ZYX off the charts take 
two

doctors and 
ask them both about
how to fall in 
love not with
you

oh no no no no you're
in the other business 
end. Nope! Sorry  

ask them
each

independently! about
some
health
and behavioral 
benefit to fall 

in love 
with this other great 
doctor, you know 

nobody asked you

no takebacks

She sits okay 
in moments played 
upon the bases 
she has made 

Down south on Earth
where life don't hurt 
too much I know

she never flirts 
no, nor do I except 
with death and life 
by every beat and breath,

but 
it can't
count as flirt 
you know 

you'd give it all 
for one less 
throw