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

Globe 071608 CW / Reckon

Wrote a thing or two

watching warm wonderful wish

turned on by a book.

Globe-72508 CW / Reckon

Ah haiku happened

to make happy the love notes

lost in the movie

Globe-72508 CW / Reckon

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)

Globe-72508 CW / Reckon

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.

Globe-72508 CW / Reckon

I’m compiling a collection of poems inspired in part by the Twitstat Twitter Twitgeist.

This is the first installment unedited.

~.~
already found fire and followed;
answer. answer anything (!) apparently awesome

when our minds met that night and sensed someone…
exactly: eyes bed better

so yeah yedda (wow) go let life’s long looks sound something off for someone making happy sounds.

Am exactly the give giver giving love the old photo party fix.

~.~

**rest.**

_(or ide’s wild)

(or Ida, Southwestern Child)_:

**she said the same in shanghai**

she wanted to walk on the wild side while wearing a full body condom;

hmmm…city comments: calm down,

look at the moist mountains in the backdrop

beyond the multiple hotels motels fountains and demo beds;

t.v. on the night-stand tomorrow trying again…

Yeah.

~.~

interesting ideas hmmm

adobe ah air

found a polite bug in the peekaboo project

cool china love in the u.s. made for free

feeling coffee today

thx for the feed

~.~

1. Online I am _completely_ myself
* Between the **ins and outs** there is no difference hmmm
* Out there in the air this morning I was haiku leaves
* And have felt just as free on flickr
2. Inspired, renewed
* Walls who watch the web werd fall happily
* In love so weak-kneed they slide down the sink
* Watching this my hands get the haha feeling. Behold:
3. Today I almost entered a cave on Bull Creek
* But a beautiful woman wouldn’t let me go
* Be bold her natural milk
* (…and she is neither fat nor old)

~.~

Look, Love (Music in the Morning)

add a friend already

beta better in bed

check the cargo going down

gotta hey hello mahalo

it’s a pretty show

c

_07 April 2008 C/W Reckon_

another connection listening, and it looks like love

or why else would we be meeting in these gaps?

morning must make a dream reality, dreams that is

threaded like popcorn round a gift tree that is

sweating buttery sap.

c

_25 April 2008 C/W Reckon_

I need a new bed already

a new bed another bed bad

enough to go down eating funlight

hey, let’s move your legs thataway

put yr feet on top of my while I

while I work the sweet spots thinking

tiempo what tiempo?

_25 April 2008 C/W Reckon_

Ahora always another apple free. A writing storm and the tired headaches caught up to me.

Pretty but claustrophobic.

Big books like dinner.

_25 April 2008 C/W Reckon_

might mellow tonight, porn video. quick whoa, waiting mellow woman. quick whoa listening love,

hot season enjoying menopause, jesus;

it’s a sweet trip testing the happy hill…

_25 April 2008 C/W Reckon_

a little light felt so far away in the company of the cool dictionary.

a trip, um, to another place, a drive down webways watching Man get busy and tired

what the fuck – i just wanted to be able to read.

worth it | you better believe

C/W

_25 April 2008 C/W Reckon_

mmm something rad i had while washing a window:

head and a buncha good squeeze, long sex lunch,

delicious watermelon striped panties in my spit.

_26 April 2008 C/W Reckon_

Two love sleepy Sunday nova;

actually, folks: sweet-tipped pie.

a bird sings outside the window middle of night.

Yay and yum those are bread crumbs two actually taste.

_26 April 2008 C/W Reckon_

Let me slide my elbow into the cup at the back of your knee

Measure if you will where my fingertips fit then

While I squeeze your left cheek

apart from the other on the right

Let me chew on the nails of your feet

two by two upwards til two fingers fit

into the grooves of your spine let me climb

down your shiny shoulder …

_26 April 2008 C/W Reckon_