i remember smoky leaves on frosty lawns
and broken candles up my sleeve
dancing with scarecrows on halloween
i'm searchin the sky for my in betweens
they say hey man, everything you do is weird
i kick the fiery flowers by a factory wall
they won’t tell me where i’ve been
they won’t tell me what i’ve seen
and they say there are no boundaries left
they say there’s no in between
i hang like a signal stiff in the ether
wasp peeling and twirling around a grimy locomotive
the taste of salt in my ears
where the crystal showers dazzle daily
and the scenic frictions sing as one
i remember ...
my hands know no limits
zoom in a world of recycled armies
i fake my death to join the species
i become the landscape and the airport runways
they say get in there you tibetan malcontent
it’s time to swallow your wolves
There is no use there is no use at all in smell, in taste, in teeth, in toast, in anything, there is no use at all and the respect is mutual. (Gertrude Stein)