I studied joy,

But who remembers an abstract lesson

Mugginess in the day, a sun

One or two small clouds,

like stomachs drifting

a blimp is carried away;
i dont fight anymore

I ride a motorcycle around,

the street is lined with trees

on my way to you

I’m hiding a bouquet in my jacket,

So inside me are silent flowers

There is so much emptiness,

that what we have is full
i dont fight it anymore

murk

caught in the alley

wearing the long johns,

mayhew rolled the junkie

i knew theyd get me later

all the houses had crosses

i imagined their insides

hollow and rife with echo

outside holy angels

they busted me

with the whistle

the chickens 

were gold and green

pecking at my bike

it rained and rained,

my kicks blown off