what begets wisdom but wisdom-
the wise seeming wise-
the unwise seemingly not-
to assume such is a mistake.

those who arrive at a destitnation
teach those on the path,
while those on the path are in fact
sources for this advisory wisdom of the teacher

wisdom is always present in every situation
but only as the coexistance of forms or the lack thereof-
making us teachers and students, always both

a blossom, orange in hue, is folding up in the late sun
it is done for the day, perhaps until tomorrow
it blooms even slower, but always opening
trying to make the effort last, feeling the warm rays.

how long can a flower last-- so far from the sun.
how many petals must be lost,
until you remeber where they have been placed.

i love you

a shadow form, dark, with soft edges is lurking
near your face.
and as you look away it dances on your breath.

on those soft clouds, which you exhale, in the chilly breeze
by the street lamp.

in the silence, a moments lapse, laps away at your heart
as a cat's tounge would.

we disappear in eachother, but still alone.

our hat.  our hat.
r hat.
^
r
rhat
are hat
air har
air rat
our hate for air rats is only fueled by our own hate of our habits
pidgeons
they are not so bad
they walk
bob their heads
look nervous sometimes
..the little ones in hawaii are especially cool.
call em midgeons...they are browner
too brown too furious
maybe not
don't feed the pidgeons out of pity
i pity da fool who, pity the pidgeons
air rats----> just think about it

as i sit her as the clock goes past the second hour
and find the time to pass, hindered only by a tight jaw
mechs and training missions, the urge to use the bathroom,
a shitty microphone...and...perhaps physics,
i can only think of one thing.
that thing is probably more important than any other.
some kind of idea flashed into my head that was
comforting, easy, purposeful, yet not taxing.
something about unity, the human purpose, as a whole
(yeah i know, sounds cheesy) but i really felt it
for  a second, while i was reading a book.
it is like this cat:
   whatever you do, is better than not.

especially miniature golf.

first off ill say this:  i have no lists .....what can i say....how would you feel hunh?

howling, sharp cool chill breaks
the eager softness of warm anticipation
opening the door is like hells beans
and "mustard gas and roses" minus the bear

it smells so bad, in that hallway,
later shifting to memoirs of popcorn.
did it used to smell like popcorn
am i just use to the raunchy part...did i just use two of those...oor am i used too, also of  hose

who fuckin nose?  yes?  yeah. thats
what i said....whose fucking nose is this?
and where did it come from?
Hello?....i have someone's nose here

god...where did everyone go to or from.
"from" hah to me all that looks like is frahm;
here in my hand is knows...and no one to claim it
that reminds me of clam jumper...apparently they have large portions? because of jumping all the clams

shit burgerlar....yuck! sorry...did not mean offend, make ammends with
the shit burglar or burgerer,  what an awful awful job...

oh moonshine--
please don't stay away, a hey hey
because i seh you my moonshine
my oooonly mooooonshiine;

always- oh moonshine
kaheepin me a hup in the clou u uuuddd tsss-sa
neverda.neverda never eeever doin me haaarm
ooo wah armmmmm   so warm
my ooonly moooonshiine

ever time i seeida sea in the mor -orning--
the view of the li-hine so fi-hine to me
o wahe eeeeeee
all i can think of is drink of my glorious sooooo
wheee  eeet...my ooonly moooonshiinee

you are distillin away in the woods today--
but you know how to distill hi hill in such aaa nice way
aa heeyyy hey hey;
throw in the herbs and turn round the heat
to make it so swirly so squirelly and sterling
ah wheat wheeeeaaat.

my only moonshine. makes me happyy
yeah

When you sit in a room and the silence is deafening
what would you do, because of it
How does the piercing absence effect you.
i suppose sometimes you fight it, you break it
i suppose sometimes you make noise to silence it
Do you find it painful, scary, or malevolent, probably not.
i suppose sometimes you play with it, you entice its existence
i suppose sometimes you whisper and wait for its answer
Why is it so loud anyway, why can it be heard.
i suppose sometimes you embrace it, take it in and wait
i suppose sometimes you enforce it, as would an old testy librarian
When does it exist, when does it decide to break the noise of life,
It is a rare and mysterious thing, which is hard to capture or create
i suppose sometimes...
Why make noise when you can make silence, so much more powerful...
And if you must, interrupt it with emotion.
wait...
Listen-- do you hear it?
share in the silence

im telling you
the frog is against smog
hes smoking in the lobby
hes really really ugly