7-12-05



Page songs in you, a calculator on

steroids, to Pink Floyd music tunes

I’m here, listening to it now, a to phones and ringer

experiencing the truth of bell to sssings,

as I fall asleep, a light ray to a

light ray, and dream of you,

you with me, a 

sun ray to a sun room....

Musical Orgasmm strikes me,

cough cough spank, the

nirvana spanks is what I call this. 

Drown drown drowning to sleep,

ah, ah, tired soreness bemoans the chalk she-yous

brick gosts walls, these chalk she-yous

and a soul is set free, w/

each rubber eraser that sends down

shards of consciousness, chalks,

personality and/and/or reality,

and I’m Mohammed, waah, ai.

“Ahhhh,” ! a vacuum cleaner,

on Mount Sinai!

Peotry dreams! Pppoetry-

you, ppoetry dream, p-

poetry darkness....



A poetry imagination

dream, big eyes are lashed

aloud, I move

unhampered bright.



THAT’s it,

adiuous.