WATCHING BLADE RUNNER IN THE DARK

what is eventually die like

whens the next life

know what galapagos can be

when easter island was a funny stay

haze oh my blue on light

i smoke too i talk too

i smother a pillow a lay all over you

whatever you want me to

on yr bday

jus' rockface

jus' put my finger in yr teeth

tell me abt the always green
yr in a desert
& i know why i'd be
even in overrun city

kill a goofball

kill 2000 goofballs

it is 20 days til i see you

today is may is summer is me at 65

i am off world

i am staring at glow

my headache mimosa morn makes

the bright unbearable
begin again

my eyes turtle skull purge the light of reflectors

yr face as a soft answer

my wake up to find

my life as a startover

this me was not what i am or is me a dream
someone elses 

someone else that i don't even see anymore

the idea that my ideas are me always
picture of you in the morning
my piano fingers tap temples of progression
develop my own emotional responses
i like the comfort of dark
new wave in the bar

no im watching blade runner

i am a runner
an artificial owl

to you is also a race
a hoot from moon to my flush lift
this is blood
burn the fuel off me
when will yr mother read my poetry

there is a blanket of time all over lincoln nebraska

wonder when the tornadoes come

i will chase them for you

w my lasso