saving face book, dogearred style (2008)

you don't play with legends *, you get fucked by them. 

the map extreme is in braille, made of creation.

not only does the path cut both ways, it
dissects up and down until sleep

 is a token under the urinal too precious to deny.

such are the footsteps away from a warm bed 

when mind squanders itself on thinking.

at least i have facebook, and a bunch of dogearred friends 

 from former
loud volumes 

they lull and mesmerize in a sort of ballyhoo way.

don't look at the ledge of your reddened embankment! 

look at posted pasts made anew. no problem! twister is my fav bored game!

i jest in my sequestered leisure of four twenty a.m. 

trying to unfold the thing while driving is madness. trying to be funny about

getting lost is sad. finding a gas station 

 that has just been
struck by impotent lightning  

is my station in the night, where hopper paints

with his emaciated fingers of money. 

 instead of being productive, 

allow substances to imitate life i say. this will lead to poetry.

i realized that i was trapped into a material mindset 

when i first decided to be a parent. you gotta feed the squirt or it will be an unsquirt!

playing ketchup is no good for a roadmap to sustainability. 

not even with a bib the size of texas gerrymandered into alaska.

sure, life is a trail of tears. and missyoutissues at five cents a pop. 

stores of convenience will assuage your human needs, and wipe off the

blurts. out of myth we devolve into substrata of living. 

messes are edited not by the fender but by the asphalt layers behind one.

my exhaust is rapid and non pernicious, you may agree on schedule. 

instead of eating biodiesel that smells like frenchfries:

try tasking freedom.
task it until it dies of life. 

 

*the wording on a map or diagram explaining the symbols used.