Monthly Archives: August 2001

waz say, happy man the goal is in the geezer happy man you so tired a curve balls and gettin’ thrown to the lions talkin’ ’bout the lions in the street and roaming hear them roar over the sound of … Continue reading →

if they took my handprint they would see i’m a wanted man eyes of the underground hands of the dark artist breathing normally and dressed like fred i waltz past security with my ceramic uzi six clips of paint cartridges … Continue reading →

misery is melted by the laser beam of vision links of venom snap and into the gap flows love   communal religion is destroyed when some members profit from the suffering of others   hell turns to heaven in the … Continue reading →

i sing in the hole deep down where the other voices can not reach down cool and dark with the other machines singing deep down sweet helluva thing harmony in critical mass boring holes in the foam deep down i … Continue reading →

why wait western man you can grok it now the cheese and the ants and the love awaken from the spirit sleep be wide awake for violence for the crashing on rocks be good enough and strong enough to die … Continue reading →

the ants tried to get my canned cheese and ended up keeping my sleeping bag warm the wind blew the deer midnight grazed next to my tent and crashed off into the jeffrey pines then at eight thousand feet i … Continue reading →

the war on innocence; poetry is the desperate act of getting it back. when experience is pure earned and fruited there is love and power and beautiful. when it is twisted and early it is ugly and weak but sickeningly … Continue reading →

andy made me steal he was older and shooting scabbed and crazy greasy hair and a temper at twelve i climbed in the windows andy zeroed on the cache always money diamonds drugs and bad bad pictures andy had the … Continue reading →

if i painted a picture of my heart it would be black in the middle of the picture is a dog-can you see him? he’s the one curled up on the floor, the black one with cool fur like jim … Continue reading →