Springs new mess

and spring came with springs new mess and the new technology's came and the new technology's took away the money piled up the trash filled up our oceans while the forests burnt and we got all the things we wanted and got the things e needed and the earth got warmer and we all became video artists letting ppl know what we were doing always letting ppl know just where the fuck we were and we all missed the wars on tv watching our phones and we enjoyed our selves letting our children fly the drones from Las Vegas using hell fire hell raising death bringing weapons on other children and other ppl

Field Trippz

Nature# boring# gay at park with bitches dam///////// Can we go home yet? hey bitch shits gay cool trees I guess. fAGZ ROLF lolz diz fieldtrip blows #fucktreez be cooolerr if i high nature#boring#gay #fagtree #dirt fuck

Talking to rock

A ragged fringe held bright blue Chicory away at an arms length I strolled again baffled on forest path you stood still on secret avenues life in cites now the chicory alone now a strange joy without me the ragged fringe tearing from paths tangled in flowers swept up in bright blue chicory again

Identifying things at dark

I wanna walk home from the bar and steal your flower pots in queer twinkling star light Without knowing it Without making it home With your burning porch light Lit you on wooden frames Leaves me Obsolete again Again In Meadows sick with moonlight Forgetting yesterdays everything Moonlight Pushing A Slow afternoons Everything Your flowers Falling asleep on Benadryl buried with Tatters of moonlight And Splinters of porch touching moon Light Splinters light Separating dream spells splits flowerpot into galaxies splitting galaxies into porch light my dream meadow holds bur oak or moon oak where we gather acorns in shattered pots together in tatters

warm storm brings new gardens worries to light cool beer settles on girls smashed tomatoes where fields shape twists a friend torn between two places

that occur involuntarily

moon pieces the willows crotch together watch mangled sun spots start out over water and wait for willow earth to etch willow earths evening I dreamt the thing in the door didnt change not the house changes the kid in the door changes at dusk the house haunts kids blown out boards burnt cycling in orbit around shadow the willow dreamt the pile of leaves stuffed with old mans bones etchings

Syd Barrett

when im up im up in the morning thinking about Syd barret SYddd Barrettttttt when im up in the morning the RULO CULT moves me to church with Jesus again on a cross past my bed sex sex wherethe 13 coyotes become 13 djs on west 14th street Falls City NE where all Asceticism begins and wakes me up at 68355 and wakes me up with gravel thrown at me and wakes me up cold the piss I piss after I piss that sudden gasp for water after drinking in the sturdy sunday suns gaze the accumulation of all material wealth with desert fathers great plains in me