We have a real problem: Us.

A wo(man) runs on a cement path every morning, yea..


Then one day a rock is tripped on that was not ever there!


The person begins to cuss loudly at the inanimate object!


WTF!

Shit happens..

If anything went wrong it is probably my fault..

Yes I did it.


I am responsible.


Because of me there are locusts.


And your first born was killed by an angel.


Now I am able to rule the world .


And own all the money.


But this remains odd.


So I am sorry.

San Francisco was created in part by a homeless jewish man.

After giving it some thought I have decided to publish in book form.

I just need a editor who likes poetry.

Keep your eyes up!

No tears in this.

The creepy thing


Interests of yours


Of forgotten dreams


And in the day


You are blind and


stupid


enough to drink wine


you wish life were


a party


full of laughing


but we all got


feel stupid.


The times you could


scream


Pain in the ass


falls away for a while


at imaginary places


where mermaids arrive


in the eyes of


sailors.

It happens.

Down the stairs..

So then,

She flew into a window


Just a darling with wings


Hardly a normal event


Not thought or anything


Nor a song she sang


There was a hole


and a dark place


she was the tower.

lady.


And that is all.