THE CREATIVE PUSH & PULL

you got to push it out
like birth
from need
from heart
forced by guts
out the valve you tore

& you must pull too
with exposure
laying bait
& fishing & trawling & mining

& if all that is
is a weak fart
on low hanging fruit

well i still did it

IN ITS BUDDHIST GAZE

& this little house
sat on its estuary clay

it almost has a face
if i would turn
swift enough to see

see its calm look

of time & bricks

see the stoicism

in its buddhist gaze

see all its needs

that can wait

its says

dont worry 

SHRIEK ON

shriek on
shrill songbirds

dont let
our swearing
stop you

we are hungover
from questions

~

& the fulltime bell

will surely peal soon

on another mornings
cold taxi minds

YEAH WELL I HATE YOU

all 

the 

madness & horror

& bad skullfuckery

would make sense

could make sense

if god would show up
& say

yeah well i hate you

but he
cant even
do that

ESSENTIAL EMBRYONIC

getting drunk 

on the authenticity

of the outsider 

on the sidelines

of the mindgame
dance & buffet 

in those essential embryonic times

was a bunker & soapbox

unassailable 

& ready with razors