The Twitstat Poems II.

(thus far untouched)

No starvation, Broadway

Cool beans feeling food with yr hands and feet

addicted you’ll get

your fingernails dirty

and find food tastes better

once you get to know it.

The spell lingers…

Satie made mincemeat of 200 hat boxes by using radio that never turns off.

I hear it’s home

farm feeling affirming

years of far fun kites

organic food found

hiding in stalks something real:

milk, money, missing parts.

i wanted a wound so you could heal me

Hear friends

doing feeling found

esta everything is part party play

read safari, read the invitations made

most names mean something.

Smart stuff, network oil for the thinking town.

1. Pretty Reasons for Filming True Friends and Others

  * Most already believe in love

  * Most at least try to hear the missing thoughts

  * Care

  * Change

  * Seriously better beer, and a lot of cool details

2. Lotsa Soup Means Awesome Noodle

  * Listening live yeah, making new work, new words

  * Ha ha here, dinner and a pantsless party

  * in the cool country tonight

  * you can join quietly or storm in

  * wearing what you were born in

Sittin in that old metal folding chair

To to the peach tree whisper soft lips and scent

No no retreat from the long beach where bodies will not relent.

To to elaborate, Woman, it may be ok,

it may in any language taste the same

when you call out fuck and game,

when you really drive it, and when yr soon

if you’re not getting wet the best kiss consumes

and you know you recognize it, and it you

in your sexy room.

Van Halen and the record of La Roq

Money moments of course

on the other hand: if you think about it: empty

cameras painting your bedroom

with someone else’s deck

of magick cards.

Your cash, oil switch,

Your gruff wonderful words whose true name is Love.

Your bash belly-dancing curves.

Your non-stick non-stop walls vibrating in the impossible church.

_04 May 2008 C/W Reckon

Link man met the morning music feeling every note in the big picture show,

ever noting the strange stuff, the techie things ‘tween us, old offers in the happy head trying to make it through feeling stupid, trying to make it go

dueling cupid and the throes, if you follow.

Damn, hope would not let me go despite my shriveling act only known as apathy-ego, mr. cool-done-doing, mr. social something-or-other, mr. big ‘ol yesterday imagining a marvel through the window leaning on the pane’s chipped paint.

_07 May 2008 C/W Reckon

5.7 love wasn’t work / wasn’t isn’t old / but was is form more worthy.

love wasn’t pointless storks / wasn’t isn’t bored / but was is born.

either idea scores / big soundy star-stuff / free and prettier folklore / funny ladies made of statues casting shadows on identity /

and love wasn’t hidden under floor or carpet dirt / wasn’t isn’t just a flirt / but was is written / on no heart left unhurt…

i don’t know. you tell me.

_016 May 2008 C/W Reckon

actually, another near breakdown another cool business call love like yr the media listening in on every person’s thoughts twisting simple meanings and might into long elitist magazine articles.

The Twitstat Poems III.

huge hope super-colored thinking everyone will be alright in making their sounds, in opening their sacks of light, picking their pretty peaches

whoa wonderstuff, big cool listening lotsa love,

something special in store, something free but worth much more,

something few and far between everything, open sesame doors

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Wrote a thing or two

watching warm wonderful wish

turned on by a book.

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Ah haiku happened

to make happy the love notes

lost in the movie

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agree anyway

agree away

sometimes it’s better not to look.

doesn’t it like a dog get you down?

the longing, the constant runaround,

screeching city sounds and same ol’ same ol’?

start thinking – yr in a rated x movie talking music but the dinosaurs have become a problem (they abuse it)

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sleep, worker.

coffee up the mail the man a marketing plan;

it’s friday’s big account bin following all the fun at the chat barrel.

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