Monday, April 24, 2023

all songs are crazy

allsongsarecrazy “”


song 1


no i can’t find the old you

not even as mine


or in the future when i’m special and smooth 

how the sun will cook me in dusty rectangles

and still


in the lq store 

when i’m dressed clown in the titled mirror

pick my vice,        like a fruit

be done 


song 1b        


and  still


the whole picture with no  footprints     in  the     snow

it’s so miss


1c


slide me as piece 


you as door guy


watch my hand 

take the ticket


dark tn and your door   you’re my door guy


1d


tossing a free lemon to tree level 


staying for the end  lemons 

just on the ground  being done


dream


watching battleships from the shore

babysitting expensive children

the end


staying for the end my friend’s 

new kid 


friend 

told me that whoever is inside me is safe and will emerge informed later when i explained feeling like a shell and craving oysters 

meanwhile in the dugout my visions blur the chainlink i’m happy


song 2


i don’t remember our love but i remember you

no beliefs, no kinks 


dream 2 your house was nestled into the mountain so close to the clouds right where wind was being made                        

1 astronomer says the heavens begin right at ground level so wherever there is ground there is sky

so wherever the earth ends—


song 3


needing the city inside of me/being inside of it isn’t enough 


friend 1 missing from the whole picture   this whole picture 

severed like a heavy cabbage split and left to fall 

if cabbage was more butter

how if rolls and haunts

looking to draw as in draw out or   continue 


you 

as chord progression 

slide me or

turn me as  page  bible thin


thinking sideways or 

how the rearview brings a moment ago into the frame of the moment ahead


see 1a, me as 1b, 1clown in the titled mirror 


it’s like this now   being alive 

in small curls of broken news 


dear 1,

should i just—

i already told everyone

meeting you was like finding 


reality 

perwana writes me layers of nothing

the morning after ice cream at the bar

it’s funny my latest fantasy is swift 

imperceptible even 

see (1c) when you reach for me

on hold  beneath the coin

that’s fatally both but   

heads up