Tuesday, June 22, 2004

1168

LIKE ART

What's happening?

Like rain.

Gimme all your commas,

Echo red

Hey there

I hear you.

That girl is a boy.

Asleep in the crumbs

Make like

Art, nice.

Stretching, breathing,

Trying not to spend money.

They say be yourself

And I look blank.

Ha.

C'mon now.

Come on.

Redefine aloofness,

My first crush.

Second.

Processed orient.

That's vague.

Waves of jokes you don't get.

Say something, dammit!

Fo gish.

Sho.

Along the strand

Sublime pink sky.

Lavender really.

Tricycle.

Beat up old self.

Whose Integra is that?

Broken egg,

Never melted down

The question marks.

Breakdown music

Something holding it,

Mini

Instrumentation,

The solution is to live there?

I am watching the country

Chord changes

Go bang in the street,

Go walking

Competing for resources

It would feel good to share

Put the pressure

On some golfer.

It likes that

Strum. Get up get up get up

Solve tragic puzzle

Make up some music. Make it

Like art. The urge

Is to build a big

Hollow space. A temple

The feeling will come

To stay in, shine

Colored light onto the dirt

The grass the road.

Everyone comes in

Because no one gets to be

Lake Superior.

That is the Hammond organ

Of it, vibrato dial.