when ideas gone

usually take to surfing
getting pounded at the neighbours
nativity scene in disability office near
the
chemist
buying beer
whole world awake
that has become a prayer of sorts
holding on for too long just admit it
i did, just then
when i said everything is alright
it is
behind the ear
it is behind the ear
where you break
a car
a carton
a four dollar expense
was one step into a
walking office a standing
attention is what i am paid in because money gives me access to it

chad

im gonna cum baby means
im going to leave
im gonna escape into death
did not need reminding that death 
in its predatory sense 
death has indeed allured the 
body that enacts the death thought
a steak
one steak
one street 
which is definitely to say one mind
one argument
one truth
one moment which is also truth
one half packed trolley
one packet of 4 apple pies
one at a time
one aluminium nappy one aluminium 
rack of day on day to one truth 
one moment
one bullet
becomes two and many more with momentum 
and
you stand between, mostly 
in fact every living being every 
of the earth stands between
one bullet

on the aluminium metal earth at which the bullet surrounds 
as if some kind of electricity
what can be seen at the edges
what moment which is truth
says me

no knee jeans

I was taught early about love and a hangover 

standing in the sun alright 

everything alright

jeans and sunglasses on lesbian sunglasses on big ones that covered nostalgia eyes 

big love that covered nostalgia eyes 

Garage sale pace of a day into night 

whole day slow because of love into

grateful days 

play a song

a room full of half formed opinions 

more than half 

well deserved or early opinions because living

because you’ve done it 

done what has been said 

take time 

taking your time into a fading feeling that 

is new comfortable 

old comfortable too because a thought has happened time has reflection

simple physics

forget the feeling until it is new again 

in the news again 

100 special

20 not quite so special 

to use everything you have worked for would 

mean

time has taken many things from you 

I go to a lovers house to hear a song I play for you 

I have had many 

living pieces that is 

in very many days 

I have seen miraculous things 

many things you must understand and many you are yet to or may never fully 

the world is very slow 

it is a feeling of holographic 

if not sure this is the real deal 

I have paid for it even 

to try to under 

understand 

moments of a song my leg pretzel your legs are salty I am tired finally I am ready for small death into you and full satiation 

of which I regard yours higher than almost anything in the world right now 

leaving untitled

leaving untitled to the new house i got, off you, many things of wonder and many days go by
of panic 
what’s that for 
at a corner I take a a turn forward 
or down and at a still 
I am fearful of 
a whole moment 
that I make in my head 
while you brush your teeth 
and we love more people than we say 
but we say it so many times 
to ourselves
that this time feels different