WRITING

blueberry pie
seem’d like 
a good idea 
at 9:15 am

now
on the bus
11:36 am 

not such 
a good idea

it smells 
like cinnamon
 
like big red
chewing gum

that sounds good
doesn’t it? 

water sounds good

too bad 
it’s raining

that was nice
and spicey

spacey pork 

I wonder 
what I’ll eat tomorrow 

I’d love some 
pumpkin ravioli 
w butter and sage
& a light dusting
of parmesan 

I’m gonna wear
white pants
and sunglasses
button my shirt low
on the Riviera
act like james bond 
” pussy galore! “
she said

I wonder where
Worcester is in the uk? 

Worcestershire sauce 
brown sauce
mint jelly 
ketchup

hurry up bus, 
catch up! 

condiments.

brown sauce
at gatwick airport

so lonely there

today 
Logan airport
boston tea party
red sox
brown bread

I’m an Irish taco! 
a welsh taco! 
gypsy taco!
a virginian taco!

ham

a virgin taco! 


hold the ham
please… 

Virginia 
Tennessee 
North Carolina
South Carolina
Missouri 
Colorado 
New York
Massachusetts 
Kansas ? 

made it there
and here

England
Italy

almost in Ireland 
“sex in the city!”

oh no
Joan of arc

bus notes
she’s so cold

I’m the burning bush! 

permanently stoned

smashed out post box
bean town 
not big easy 
or brotherly love
or big smoke
or Gotham 
or goths 
in face paint
stand still man! 

I’m loose!

on the loose! 
shaking the chain! 
loosey goosey! 

hey!
ho!
let’s go!!!

hey!
ho!
let’s go!!! 

here comes 
the countdown 
imaginary williams

bean team now
switcheroo

” pussy galore!”
she said!


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” I love
the way
you
love me”
 
in this
light
of winter
in Texas.

I write
 
you this 
an imaginary 
letter 
to speak 
to you 
of my 
love
for you 
and of you. 

I would pawn 
all of 
my mind 
to be 
a body
of motion

dancing 
In the positive
memory 
of St. Valentine. 

It is
4:28 in Dallas
& I wish 
to be near.

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I’d like to be
in a tree
not in this van
in the middle
of the front seat
 

the A6 from La Coruna
 
to Madrid
 
is a beautiful ride
 
though

like California
 
even if California
 
wasn’t a
 
Spanish word
 

here in Spain
 
it’s nice

maybe up
 
a tree in Granada
 
I will be

it’s ok
this morning
 
I woke
 
& stood by
 
the sea

& that’s enough
for me


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She smiles
sweetly
 

It was nice
 
falling from
 
such a height

shook & rattled
my conscious mind
into no worry

“she smiled sweetly”
sometimes
I think too much

thoughts loom
like snow in the
 
Sierra Nevada’s
 

feeling between
 
the buttons
is a nice way
 
to wake
in a travelling
 
daze

yr here
 
& we begin
 
again
 
& for once
I understood

don’t worry


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for a
liking to
remember
as left I could

smoked till
sleep found
upon floor
laughing as you saw
there I was
questioning
if sweden was
still there

& you being from
wondered if
you’d down
upon me lay

you may be
waking as
sun rises
you within
me within you


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I remember
everything &
like to think
of nothing

we passed
the grave
on a sunny day

sister moon
rose gently
behind

called yr name
& saw u

I want u
to come &
be without
me together


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