to sob is not to sing
and to have one's pain seen as theater
a dreadful thing

tobacco instruments of communication
spent wise
conduct more than consume

when to let go
to know
to end
to run

the toddler artist burns his hand
to learn

the thrill of catching it just right
shared by addicts of all kinds
more or less
the same

no use trying to gauge the flow
no use crying to assuage the blow
no use

hell

well

bell

spell

a day in the life

of miners

and artists

and miscellany

winter again
i see
this time i call you out
for all your obvious efforts

you
you did it
when you looked
caused the thing you saw
to be seen

i only spilled it

hat in hand
out
liars making a stand
out
hundreds of millions more

who's keeping score?

the songs of improving
the wrongs of removing

soundtrack your life

rewind
stop
play

terrible
terrible
all wrong
again

now
again
again
and again

better

setting the ball on the ground
inviting, walking away

how the painter must play

plying
trying
whatever we're used to

it's when you're asleep
that you want talked you

telling
selling
or felling trees

by the foot
the yard
or needs

whoring
scoring
deeds

the more vague the vessel
the truer the cargo might be

and harder, delivery

it happened again
couldn't help it
just happened
again
like always

left a mark

put me there
where ever
you'd like
like to, or must

if you must

your money
your call

stupid as a painter
pathetic as a poet
so say the fortunate
fools

day after day
layer after layer
jesus christ
this motherfucking weather

dopo pranzo piove
dicono
e dopo la speranza
anche
sempre

oh dio
signore mio

cantiamo
cosi'
noi

non lo so perche'

what,
you were expecting dante?

down the hall
down the stairs
keep going
you'll get there

releasing the grip on the thing
can be a kind of sting
yeah man
yeah
you know it

sing it
talk all you want
tell it
like no one won't

step
ride
walk on

just keeping cool

book pages
bundle leaves
pieced together
held

to freeze

solidify

last awhile

plastify me
make me
last

into
after
beyond

but
without
myths
monies
thieves

jim jam
jars of juice
j rolls
jays of dee

rolled
gold
tossed
good after bad

done
moved on

across 110th street
yeah
no place else
but echoes
so many places

has it been proven?
is it true?
i have no need to ask
madness is contagious.

it kills you or makes you stronger...
ok,
such is life.
and in respect to one's wife?

no guns,
no isolated cabins required
and the beard is the manifesto

nicotine headache...
too much?
not enough?
benvenuto ad indecisione

what can one say
with just one lonely tree,
italy,
landscape drizzle,
and fog?

just wait...

the fog hangs thick over in umbria
i hope i'm thicker
or at least quicker

sex, dammit, now
oh but wait,
the diapers
the depression
the disentanglement