I Dream Of Spring

you listening
you

are dead walk

with me I

said life
was fragile
to be broken
off

in total surprise

natural causes or
a snap
of the fingers

no difference

nothing here left
for
us now

the memories
of
present time

are cold dark
places
in your
brain pan

as another world

begins

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STEVE PUMPED OUT A

BIG LOAD OF CUM INTO

MY BOWELS

gggggggggggg

I'm Pretty Fucked Up

for Adele

I'm getting fucked up.

I'm pretty fucked up.

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SOMEBODY TO LOVE ME

the cosmological
butthole cosigned
for my vow of
poverty but I was
drinking back then
and now I'm running
for president so
won't you please
help me I promise
the change won't
come until we're
given adequate food
and fuel equality of
the sexes and kiosks
for abundant fucking
in the streets and
that won't ever
happen so keep
your somber donations
I withdraw from
seeking the candidacy
now go get me a beer

HOW VERBS ROT

ultimate zombie
identity theft

"with heat coming
only from the
computer itself"

OR WIND WIND

Alcohol Related

We'll be dumpster diving
from my private jet.

Acceptability Of Lies

Time was invented to
monitor your own decay.

VISIONS OF SUNSET

you are in the soft parade
with a short on the rims
up against the curb when
the Heublein bottles start
falling like rain out your
opened door at an officer's
feet who now wears the 13
colored St. Christophers on
a tarnished chain because
Pandora's Box has been
closed forever your Pendleton
has faded and the 4-track is
playing Going Home for
the very last time

FRAGMENTS OF MILES

how you look
off pills

one leg out the
panty

brushing Bus Stop
Crimson

on your
toenails

thank god
it's monday

the lines ain't
all on your face

And In Closing

I remember 1959 walking down Pier
Avenue in Hermosa Beach hand in
hand with my mother passing a coffee
house with this huge sign that said
The Insomniac on it in jagged letters
with abstract art on the sidewalk and
how mesmeric all these people sitting out
front were but then I can also remember
much later almost ten years just one
block up the same street I was there
in the Either/Or Bookstore and lost it
high on the poems that were all inside
these what are nowadays quite rare
and expensive small press collectibles
but at that time just publications I held
in my hands as the purest of light