never ending

never ending.

Your words. Do you listen to yourself?
You’ve taught me lessons that no one else
could possibly comprehend.

You speak and all I hear is song…
Do you see me like I see you?
Can you catch hold of the stars?

You know what I’m thinking.
I’ve asked you time and again.

Just how do you know so much?

12-11-01

che,..

che,..

the people who most have it figured out,.. still end up dying alone in a ditch somewhere in argentina, bolivia, western pennsylvania.

wait che,.. youll see.


and did you exchange,..
a walk on part in the war,..
for the lead role in a cage?

who stole the pickles from my pockets,..
honey ,.. you perfect alliteration,.. is nothing without your soulful masterbation.
please dont remember,.. the importance of flatulance,..
in a small car rolling on the side of turbulance

a statement of purpose is not an innappropriate request