last one

 life is a crime that

we all blame on each other

money at the door

5squared

 i close  hungry eyes

dreams are made of shadows too

shake that Smokey ass

24

 my blood is all wrong

the walls are closing in now

fuck it, I'm alive

23 skidoo

 had a heart attack

wondered what it meant really

I'm alive, now what?

two and twenty

 all the pretty girls

have their  ideas, okay?

maybe you should ask

blackjack

 they surely can't hit

what they can't see, so don't show

mind your own business

Twenty

 red  typewriter sits

short story goes too slowly

I'd rather write poems

9+10

people love to laugh

hearing other peoples' dreams

should shut the fuck up 

4.242640X4.242640

turn your face sunward

what you see? child of nature

you're a fine sapphire

one seven

 sand dunes don't have names

wind and waves breathe  forever 

mother sea knows all

diez y sies

 colorful candy

green white red formed coconut

a kiss from your land

HMU

 If my sadness was a thing, 

it would be in a musty cardboard box

with dark, deformed edges, water damaged

not worth stealing from my porch

If my sadness was another thing, 

like something alive, 

but only just

a possum, humming with flies

if my sadness was a  person

i would say, "Get the fuck away" from me

but no matter, it would rub it's scabby boner

on my brand new pants

is that sufficient?

can i go now?

one five

 Luna makes a smile

the Mona Lisa skyward

the golf carts, awestruck

fourteen

 when I was fourteen

Summer I went nearly blind

one red eye saw all

Thirteen

 I see gardenias

close my eyes thinking of you

the shade is cooler

dozen

you have a monkey

weave a nest from your green leaves

she calls you mommy

Elf

 been around the world

playing with fire all summer 

sunburn and kisses

Dix-IRS

  groovy hold music

makes the nightmare come alive

I'm feeling the suck

niner

napping in a field

dry grass makes palatial beds

clouds are a blanket

 

ocho-

 In botanicas

holy water, plastic skulls

dreams are fragrant smoke

sieben

 if this rifle talked

it would say it was sorry

bitte, vergib mir

Six- Birthday

 celebrate good times

the chorus is wise right now

your get down is wild

Cilhuat'

 my cat is tiger

a pillow with a razor

ouch! watch your ankles

quatro-

 talking in my sleep

that time we were camping out

slumber in the breeze

trois

 gone forever wife

a crane over the water

your shadow remains

two (backyard)

 

two little red birds

fluttering brightly as flames

my heart thinks of you

#1

 curvy wooden box

humming through cyclopic eye

I popped the B string