I continue to do the dishes and make improvements in surroundings
Hope thrives in the subconscious as the circulatory system drowns
The brain loses oxygen on lack of thoughful commendation
The rec room has a toilet sitting upside down waiting to be installed
And I can barely stand
Still, there’s merit in knowing I’m not crazy
The madman not touched by one who loves in 20 years or more
The heartsick dreamer who thinks he’s smarter than any man who’s lived
the humble drummer boy
waiting for the Lord to arrive and destroy the world in the name of
Fire and Rain and Ice and Cake
And Pinup Art (the documentary said though the military was originally against it
they acquiesed after learning of its practical effects on the soldier’s morale)
And what dreams may come when the girl one cared for dearly lies
in the hell of one’s awakening to the reality
that one waits in daring to free associate all manner of artificial divinity blessing this locked room
as a solipsist fly on the wall of a dairy farm, drinking the milk of heaven’s breasts
diving deeper daily waiting to feel the dehydration cease
Shanti Shanti Shanti
I cannot be your friend
But I love you still
I need head
My mind is ruins
Come pick me up
Let’s build something new before this all ends
if I had a green automobile
The Haunted Typewriter 