Planes coming

Two kids setting out-
way out to the west and all the jazz and the streamers
sun-shine dreamers,
and all the roads- man two kids well be with our signs
we just saying 'take us down south man! come on- you dun mind.'
How the dust will squalor in our wakes-
teeth gritted in cold utes (most likely),
and then of course jungles and rivers and pyramids-
and man them cute things that well see- oh there'll be a giggling.
All the humidity-all the beaches for miles and miles
And us-for miles and miles

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We all gon en up like old beautifully rotting spinsters-misers-smilers wittt scowls anddd grins from th-ee knowledge of better days and it is in THESE ways the very reason liies so throw back yur head and open your eyes and drink on down- you gonna learn to love man.

Kiss Ma Lips

We sat with these songs-Spanish- and he translated them over tables skewed wine and the rest-with cigarettes in filled cups but still we were listening to the plucks of the guitar that kept on strucking strong and we didn't BOP- but rather moved inside and we all so DIED and swooned in its beauty and secretly we would live this coveted life- this life free of regard and things trivial for the world we did not understand filled us with hope- WITH HOPE.



RED

HILL

Pro-Life

The bee sat there on her brown skin- goose laden yet disappearing bumps under blue skies- the sun and so on the grass we rested and the bee seemed complacent in nature except for its tail and how we stared at his stinger!- That flirted and toyed in our mutual moment of silence. Because this surely was THE moment- and whose to say we were not spectators: for I the observer, she the rocky cliffed out ocean and the little creature just a lost soul- swaying like a smacked out lovable Labrador unsure of direction; momentarily incapable of a decision. And she whispered 'don't do it!- Oh...you will die!- Don't die!'- And the bee just continued on in ambivalence- What suspense! And the cliff jumper took one more look over the edge so we held our breath but then he backed away and we exhaled as he just took off to the expanses- the breezes washing over us once more as play was pressed on time- of course this all happened in about five seconds; this divine example of prolife- the charade. Then the bee settled on flowers and we the beach.