spine of the notebook

the traveling night-
i think of nothing
but laugh
at the thought of it.

listen!
there are no words
in my Mind
but as the ink goes down
they appear.

i look: watercup,
i tried to paint with wine
last night
and achieved a subtle shade
i declared Skin

i ask myself to think
but only watch the sky
loose its daylight lifetime.
i sink with a sleepy feeling
of growth behind my eyes.

what do i choose to do?
i move the canvas and put my legs up.
i recline.
and wonder,
what's going on in there.

the traveling night has soul
i toke a flowered smoke:
i deem it completely worthwhile
for its given me
that line.

what else is there?

i live in a sacred place
though sometimes
real people
take the spiritual away.

i am sure that when they are at peace
they are holy.

Now thoughts enter me.
it is getting progressively difficult
for my hand to move

Time, time

forgotten of cigarette--
pile of ash
pile of nothing but
the empty
glass.
Dinner plates: submarine
in the kitch sink--they sunk
with helpless survivors
dying still
at the surface.

the sitch is awesome.

the record has quit--
how can
i still be
this happy?

the vision has stirred!

I am in the dark light
shining so
fucking bright
this vision
has overwhelmed
and here i am

with the butt
and the pit

and i am so
goddamned
content
in this ugly world.

i'm only missing the goddamn violin

its abrupt, its observing:
bazaar motions of bazaar total consequence.
I don't care of your unmoving existence:
you do nothing new, and in my opinion
hardly anything true.
i think of you, and honestly,
i think of nothing spectacular.

i love you to death.

i think i'd both kill
and die
for you.

then why
the death
do you destroy me?

i've drank this night
i've seen
the high
and i think of you
i think of you

you've consumed
this whole part
of my life

you're mad.
i'm consumed.
i'm distant and distracting.
and honestly,
you're so mad.

i guess your presence
will never detach

i haven't heard of you or from you
for so long

i guess
this is as perfect of timing
as any other time
would have been.

how are you?