medical weekend

bored
trying to go to india
snowed in
sliced by wire
at the deli shop
duped , charmed
still in traffic
street lines blurry
uninteresting
bored , jaded
astral traval to india
stage I
song of the day
grey

burger prayers

this is how  
the great work  
hurts   

was it in a dream ?  

stuck in habit traffic  
im a rabbit   

wish i had  
someone  
thinking for me  
in the herd   

im listening to  
myself  
im forced to hear  

a lot of words  
rhythm  
voodoo   

put them in pages  
like plants  
for our friends   

my love is stubborn   

too old for clowns

i was  
already  
on the outs   

jungle rains 
come closer  

i recall  
a circus  
all morning  

shoot me  
with darts  
for a show  

tell me  
something  
i dont know   

dont tell me  
im to old  
for clowns