carry on

love is coming.
love is coming to a funeral near you.
lonely roads are lonely roads by definition.
no one else is there.
recumbent velocipedes/
now that’s a lonely road.
‘67 dodge dart with an eight track
RUN THRU THE JUNGLE
RUN THRU THE JUNGLE
AW DON’T LOOK BACK
ditches
cornfields
harmonicas
give me a taste
a taste of that strawberry hill
 a taste of that fidelity
innocent fidelity

bean dream

we fantasize that apocolypse will come
we have a shotgun
water
pinto beans
i have a little trailer for my bicycle
to carry the beans water shotgun
if you soak a pinto bean in water for 2 days
you can eat it
i hope to blast a peckerheads head
clean off

thc

 not sure where i’m going with this.
ok. i’m gonna be who i am for the rest of my life.
i’ve gradually come to ohio. the middle earth spot where
the bedrooms smell like childrens dirty hair.
and i will now be this thing. or people or palace of the strict order.
only there will be no strict. stirick. strict is brittle like stick.
it will be cool pools of dense ;iquid. at the foot of the mountain at an altitide where ferns grow or a longitude where ferns grow amidst albino slugs in the shade.
a hummingbird hovers staring at my nipples. i’m afraid. they are fast little buzzards and could peck me good..right through my red tank top.
  i am accepting the changes, waiting at the border check in el paso.
  i might have seen a jackrabbit stampede. i might have imagined it, it doesnt matter anymore. what matters is accepting the ch ch changes
       with all the grace
 all the grace.