Rooting

They’re rooting for you.
Watching from the shadows
Their intentions a mystery

You know that you know,
But you don’t know who else…

But
Don’t think about what you don’t know

Don’t think
Be

When you are
Busy Beeing

Then
There is

Nothing

To

Say.

Bruce Almighty

Uphold the right to be wrong to be right
Bruce Forsythe was a genuine man

Singed his creeping letters
A photo held too dearly

The spaces between moments
Are there to be filled

Lemonface

Can’t you see I’m inclement?
Got somethin’ stuck deep, it’s not yielding.

Lighten up a little, I lie a lot
Knock up little paintings with words
My script a scruff, never was well presented

Never draw the same letter twice
That’s what they advised, but I can’t help it

Some people just spill
They can’t help it.

‘It’ just happens

And we punish them for it?
Why.

Pissed on The Wind

Thoughts on a page it’s paralyzing
Preferable you’d pursue a surge of light
Blind to the mundane
Pay in pain to see other things

Wonder on the corner
Empty streets at night
Walk along in a trance
And later you can dance

Drunk on the wind
It helps to walk