get up with your get down

show up

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stand up

put up 

kick in

put out

jump in

throw down

so you can

get over

get down

go down

boost up

shut up

and 

get lucky

get laid

get paid

be brave

Effluvia

 Right now and for no reason i'm thinking about ending it all

 which could mean finding the cheapest crudest address as close to a beach or forest as possible hopefully with the royal prerogatives of light and running water 

or putting the greasy dick of my pistol in my aching mouth and going splat

 i remember when i had a terrible  job after desert storm and i got out and learned to play bass

 this shit job involved shit and blood and a lot of goo i cant name

 i remember cleanups where someone ate a bullet and I had to stand on a step stool

 and clean the stalactites of   hair and blood and powder burns and brains 

and i wondered at how lonely and sad it was the unfucked youth of me

 that thought that god did not put any of us here to be so lonely and so sad 

but i know better that the delicious drink of today becomes the greasy cup of the future

 or something like that i saw a bird the other day flying around inside a big box store 

whistling for some reason and ignored trapped or laying claim to his kingdom considering this a trap 

or a house 

keep on trucking

i guess its a living.

cloud

Yes, you can lay on the floor

 and read your book

  feel the seam on the pillow

and look at the fairy lights

feel free to spin spells

with your besties

about the mysteries of your young life

with you as a secret hero

I'll be here to guard your drawbridge

to slay your dragons if they get too real

to cut the crust off your sandwiches

to put a fruit rollup in your questing backpack

Summer is not forever and you

will leave me sleepwalking

in this castle 

but there is always a stable for your horse

Book Haikus

 Try to guess these books

1. You can't have it all

  love and money fly away

some dreams can kill you

2. It's tough to be young

greasers always have to fight

  nothing gold can stay

3 some heroes are small

children's hearts make us more brave

  Boo Radley is cool

4. it rains when you kiss

 Thornfield is dark and lovely

love is not a fire

5. Let's fall in love ,girl

too bad I'm just a vampire

so complicated

Graulus

Where are they now

the unnamed gods?

their hymns unsung,

 i will pour milk out upon 

the stones of their altar

when i can find them

 We still can feel

the sun on our faces

the staff in our hands

 hear the beckoning song

of the sea

What need have we of books

and collections?

 What keeps us going

and loving and showing up?

I call it Faith,

everything else is advertising.

Trifle

 If you were a fruit, 

you wouldn't be a pear

though your curve

bespeaks a cool and soothing air

No, if you were something 

  a hand can touch with dangling reach

         the eye straining to see through leaves

you might be a firm and ripening peach

   At this my turn of phrase breaks down

because you're not a thing to be devoured

 nor dropped into baskets on the ground 

   horita, I'm forced to conjure flowers

Durango

   On the ground, we pass

over the short grass, sharp

with the heat as it makes clumps

 with tiny shadows that look like

huts on the prairie

  here and there, little drifts 

of shredded plastic

stuck on bushes and 

making colonies in the 

 brown barbed wire

This nameless field crouching

down at the feet of 

dirty brick gods with

faded signs hushed

full of graffiti and blind doorways

Honestly, it is more a home

than the gardens I have seen

this place where we grew up

and learned to trust each other

and keep our secrets close, my brother.