The idea that energy translates and travels Is primarily what’s offensive to people . I saw this girl decked out in lipstick, She didn’t usually wear it But her time had come To have a dollar sign attached to her

And then “Soul” can run a plethora A dog walking A man Down a steep, steep hill, . As I look For Broken glass that isn’t there.

Maybe a “superego” Is just a connection to your own face, How you look away from the city and say, She doesn’t matter, That 16 year old girl In black khakis Climbing up on the booth and cleaning the table With her back to you.

It’s all about trying to nullify people’s power, Like a person, Like when they come up to you, What right do they have to do that? The air is rich here.

True hedonism will get punished on its own, With lack of imagination or too much focus, And I’ve seen the symbols of cognitive elevation, Reasons you should try, . Aromas And mixtures Never quite making the same cacophony, Everything seeming impossible, Because it is.

The problem with “soul” Is that it’s the very antithesis of the Ability to succeed in everyday life — . A dissembled person Looking At you through the Seeds of centuries, . Much more than Anyone Should Care to take, much More Than you could Stand to grab.

The overwhelming thought of the day, Any day, Is, . My thoughts dissipate Out into the sandy knolls Beside this speeding train.

What came first, Feeling or tactility — . What came first, The Cracking of the beer keg Or the prospective enjoyment of it.

Sometimes I believe in you, I believe in you to enjoy yourself, The sh** smell of your baby’s diaper Lingering from over where you keep her toy, . The kiddie pool still out in the Yard under dirt and snow, No entropy.    

I sigh, And the ellipse spells out insanity, So I choose where I stack my china plates, And I deflect off Moments of the cloak-en, . While on them I see deeds that They try to hide, The days muting their eyes, Some like knives to burst balloons.