wend went was with
"he has went to the store"
for some reason it seems right
even though I know its not....
I keep getting the too..and to mixed up
I know that too means also
or inclusive....
Im like baroque and adamant
often I just get these ideas
and go off on tangents
my poor woman
she corrects me
out I go come back in a day week
few hours and say to her
"your right"
listening was not one of my greatest
abilities
getting better
at it slowly..

spent years alone or left to my own
devices and then just lived with people
my room like my poetry was blank
everything clunks about in the head
my head so they would just arrive
decorate my room...add curtians
fancy sheets...
I have and had no posters
no sayings...books...notepads
real ones...junk...trinkets
sketchbooks when I sketched
typewriter and radio a must

my one gf they were wealthy
a piano in her room
cedar lined closet
she was super bright
and tough and sensitive

where I lived with other women
and I chose the women because
it was easier...in some regards
and drive me bonkers in others
they would just slowly invade my
room....i was always the runner
take them for meals at least
once or treats in summer
the dynamics were so far out
there ...like me....

ah the kids call it sketchy today
and the old line Tweaker
i just hammer the keys on the
motherboard cranking this stuff
out..nothing ever written down
graffitti
fading in and out like a radio set
mind....

but as I wrote the muses were
very real....they very much loved
me....better then being a true noob
anyway.....

but equally they could walk into
parts of my mind...which unlike
my life was off limits
for all my mind picking
they were not allowed to pick mine
a funny thing that

on another site which is more
catered to the old human give and go
i have my collection of cyber muses
I found it hard to connect on an emotional
level....for everything that I wanted to feel
should be spontaneous and for me
it has too go through all this protocol
and parked junk..floating wrecks
Hmmm I like ruins...
they liked me like that
and came the few and left their mark
I called em gunslinga's
the tidy alphas
some people collected books or records
i just collected people
charmer
like charm bracelet
charms the once physical objects
one collects
in my case the story the intel of the
people....in exchange for love over
logic...that was the charm I liked
about all of that
..

thats as far as it got for high school
im not that bright
I just wanted to be poet like so badly
still in awe of the great ones
these paws bang away
I keep making the same errors
regardless of trying to catch them
awareness...at this age I
think its as good as it gets

yes..Trips...
the voyage
why the true people who
actually work hard and make
money and take risks to
travel say I would fit in
as a traveller
and I sat with so many
enjoying story of their homeland
experiences
an incredible time actually
people whom I judged and thought
were out there turned out to be
even more then the people they
flat out said they were
but the fact that I was there meant
I was close too them regardless of
how it may have turned
out

well have to be prolific and clean house
now.....already been organized and got
dinners supplies for a gathering morrow
smoke break and coffee break first
taking time out to write or try
only way I do this and Im hammering
as fast as I can go
on this thing
...
thank U

her sis is regional manager of large cell chain..brilliant
father of young man brilliant too..different type of alpha
his half sis good with dog....their dog got run over...both
kids...car didnt stop...the hard north....where I grew up
they run U over...Dog eat Dog..Dingo and Mutts...
not just sheppies!!...happy xmas thoughts...always
like this...Jesuses birthday...we got gifts....
Hes good with my dog....my dog is guard dog...
my dog frightens me if she wakes up Dont recognize
me and braces me....one warning woof...off the couch
around the couch and up the three stair steps to the
landing in a second..no slipping..no growling..
my hair stood up on my head....
I remember days working bars and coffee shops
U saw people that made your skin crawl
or the library....
or in passing...
a world without laws

I dont see half what the real see
but I feel it
I can sit and feel it in watching
others
at the mall

I just sit and listen to music
be the cleaner at work..the
runner here for the brilliant

Love was never easy even though
It came too me
leaning on my shoulder
whispering in my ear
on cold moonlight nights

Haunted

beyond the haunted
I meet them
I write them
carry their little charms they
purchased for me

dream of them...
trip..

upstairs they smoke
ordinary for they
not often..
but Im transported to
1975 the summer of...
the television already
shown the news of vietnam
and the quiet night
a moon behind the tall
glacial moon across
the lake
the few lights on
and fires....

knowing the returning boys
and men we met
in full uniform
the rich expensive cars
I parked in our drive
..the drinks and music
on the stereos..
dancing with my aunts
getting beers...making
snacks
I was twelve...
the steaks on the fire
curled up in blankets
listening to the laughter
the eight track in the windows

happy far out times...