Walking Through downtown Sometimes with the baldhead On 52 degree nights Getting off from my line cook job and Going back home to my noisy apartment in the ghetto, I stop into CVS for a pack of beers. The girl working there I have a crush on. She reminds me a little of the Progressive […]

Just a couple of weeks or so, I had an experience that was possibly sort of meaningful: I fell in love with beer all over again, in a sense. I mean have you ever noticed how cool the German term for “brewery” looks on the Beck’s pack (“brauerei”)? It sounds like some sweet Jeff Spicoli […]

Sometimes in life There’s a girl In the low light And she’s smiling . And you say something nonsensical to her Once, Only once, As an affidavit to your own blood inside you . To set swirling mosaics up at the stars, Within this interface disguised as repetition.

The sky shoots your thoughts ahead of you — Your little identity is there In nativity set grey matter and That is when they want to kill you, When they are subservient to that.

Hmm, I never knew that, That life is shingled, That experiences Are Planted In me Just as Hatched there By self and that People will Notice When I start Flailing my arms Around or walking around… It’s the inner beat.

We are living now in a time of ultimate truth And the truth, In turn, Is just lies. . Don’t ever tell anybody the truth: Keep them on clouds. It’s the only way and it Always has been.