How is it that I've gotten on
  within the drought of this dessolate world
      and stuck inside the rain
 of where I haven't been before.

  But the rain is radioactive
     so I'm now turned into a giant moth
      and I'm flying towards Ohio
         where I've never been before.
    And there is rain on the windshield
       inside the glove box Dude left his pistol full of lead.
     And there isn't any more candy
         of the kind I like from Tokyo.

  Wrote depressing stuff like that
     one night when it was a nuclear cold
  and he fell off the mountain of dispair
   and saw his broken soul beaten in the despair of knowing
  the fate of these many friends in the long story.
     In a novel all the characters don't die
  reveleations too dark, it needed to be deleted

  You say you will live forever in my hopes
  that hope is a hope that doesn't matter till the end when you can't do anything about it anyway then
    if you hadn't done it before.

  They say that thoughts like that of G_d
     are just manic thoughts so 
        drug him up and leave him at the Shattack.

  Three years there and the look in his eye was
     duller than zinc plate left out in the rain.

   Three weeks to clean up the yard.
     the guy came by and left his card.
        this is but a poem shard.

  Three weeks of being very serious,
     Oh I am so damn serious
   and just a little bit curious
    of what's to be about that
     thing you just to talk about.
       a beat
       and left out there on the street
  in defeat of winning.

  That was three weeks ago.
    No there is cold again.
   the waters are poisoned by the Japan rain.
  Those birds that sing in the field sing electric
     and the half-time,
    half-light
     half-ate
    half-baked
       half-back
  half-attack
     
     they sing off in the fields.
   They sing of fries
      from the eyes of guys
   a giant moth
     and a reptile the size of Rhode Island
    rearing up from the briney george's banks.

  The giant monster
    rose up from the banks
  It was drenched in filth
   of the utmost ranks
    It stank
  It ate all the things that it thought that is saw
    yet it had always been blind.

    These are stories most unkind
  the kind of a tail that just won't unwind.

     

  What was the shelter of loss that isn't
    about it and all around it an under it and through it and
  demanding thurough lists of all possible
     misunderstandings by brainiacs pretending to be naives
 and playing to the sensibilities of
     the officers of the court.
  None of the stories were marketable.
   He didn't know how to use key word spam in his writing.
  He was disinterested in his giggley rating.

  When the water was frozen on the bay
    you could drive your car out there to beer can island.
  Drive you car to Beer Can Island.

  We walked out there in the bitter cold
    imagining that we could go skating.
    we could not go skating.
     It was too cold for the skates to work.

  So we walked back to the cove
   and up to the house
     and started the car
  which never warmed up
     even though we drove all the way from
              Colchester to Underhill.

   Out in the past memories
   o all my failures
      I saw you 
   standing at the lot.
    It was 3AM and in August and we were young
      Or I was young
    back then and you were already old.
      already old.

  And I felt lonely for having been hidden
    from the truths of feelings and falling.
  Words that don't make sense but sound like they should make sense or something.
I call that retchid poetry even though
 it's spontaneoous.

  Do you edit it right then as you type or
   do you loose the heart of what you are saying
   with all of that automatic typing,
  not even thinking that hard about it.
  Jus let my typiing going on and on and on.

  I didn't get hired by the guy
   who that had that look in his eye
  like he didn't want to say just why
    I wouldn't be hired by that guy.

  And I wouldn't be shoved into less stance
   or be put off by false friend romance
     or loose myself and sense of what is right
    for a feel of you in the dark of night.

  And I won't be taken in by the lies 
     of the things that I make up when I imagine about those guys
    sh_t I've made up in my head
      the thoughts that are best lost or, better dead.

  Some things you think in your mind are false assumptions.
    All thoughts are not truths. Truths don't need words.

  The kinds of truths that must need words
  are useful truths but different from
   those truths that don't need words.

  You can be triped up into that scene,
    those soul suckers and their puckering faces.
  Did you loose your soul?

  Hey, no worry, I've got a soul detector
    it works like a mineral-find kind that finds
      the material gold 
   (which everybody seems to want these days)
      And I turn it on to just detect your gold.
  Bweep bweep bweeppppp.
 It's finding something.
  I've got the device pointed right at you.
  The meter is moving over to 'soul gold'.
   Going to start digging.

  And then I'm digging you
    from far away
  loving the distance
    and the closeness,
   whatever, dude.

  And then the cork screw dark stars danced off into their single eternity.

  The single eternities
  o the many worlds of us
  floating around in these confusing moral plays.

  Don't pretend to be well.
   Don't pretend to be sick.
  I keep on correcting myself.

 Somethings are only true for the moment not like you.
  Your eternity is the only one thatt you need.

  Cork screw darkstars
    lensing that galactic light
  a light-house is this galaxy the gamma stream from far away every so many thousand or so years.

  There are children off in the fields tonight chasing fireflies.
   Mom's all gone to bed early.
    

    Do you remember being stuck in teh rain that night
   locked out of your car
  and you cursed . . . what was here name.
  Oh, you didn't use her name.
    and then you had to walk off into the cold wet night
     down the state highway and into the fog
     sound of a the harbor horns
    and the lines of a metal mast boat
       clanking in the gail.

      

  When you were cold and lost
   you found your waay home late
    and into the cold room where the dry blankets were
   that you had stashed there.

      It was dark and snowing outside.
  In here
     it's warm enough
      to get through the Winter in here.
    in here it's warm enough for us all to survive.

  But I remember how cold my feet would be
     before anyone ever told me that feet don't ever have to be cold.
  and I lay in bed and fall asleep cold
     not knowing how tomake my feeet warmer, not 
     knowing that they could be.

  Not knowing to complaign about it.
    And the skin rashes from poison plants that
       grew around the camp
   grew into my brain and taught me to blame.

  There was another feed.
   I didn't want ot have to pay for it but
      they assured me that the content was
     well worth the price but
   I didn't wnat to have to get the bill every month
  worry about the cost of stamps?
   I don't worry about the cost of stamps anymore. 

   Midnight wuold come and I'd be alone in my room typing.
  These were not times of awareness but more like waking day dreams.
 There would be a flood of words until I'm too tired so I'd stop.
  like right now. It's too hard to keep typing.  I want to fall down on the floor and sleep away these dreams.

  Only in the moment are we ever alive.
   Everything else is a memory that is also hogging up your moments.
     The only time it matters is when the
          sentiiment doesn't need to be described to straingers.
     What does it matter if other people understand our love?
       If they miss this thing we've got,
  then maybe it wasn't for them in the first place.

   What does anyone know about where you go when that finally happens.
   And where do you go when you are sleeping, dreaming?  Do you  know that either?

  How many dimensions do we claim to understand?  

    The many dimensions of you
    have captivated me for these many years.

   I hope it keeps going on kinda like it has been.

  If we were all already dead
   Like I'd gotten into pills out in Amherst in the 80's like I could have
  because I used to go to party's where people had them
  and say I'd OD'd after a Dead show back in the day, 
  found me dead in my car at a roadside-pull off
 heart-attack or drug over dose?
   does anyone really have a heart-attack at 25?

  So then I would have been a ghost
    wondering around in the Valley
  Hanging around the dinousaur footprints
     and Holyoake college.
 
   I'd have haunted South Hadley.
    I'd have spoked everyone at Hampshire college me
    and my prankster army of grundge overdose rockstaars.

  It was like that for a while, being dead.
  I turned that Hippy world
       right over on it's head.
  Because I didn't die from pills or shooting up
      And I'll have another shot
        of whiskey in my cup.

  He wasn't pretending to be well
   But he wasn't feigning sickness either.
  Have another drink,
       give yourself a breather.
  Rest awhile in the woodland deep within a dream
    Much you fret about in life
       is nothing like it seem.

  I imagine the trees in the earrly evening,
   the sound of the Autumn night,
    those shades of blue and grey and the
                  cold wetness of the fog
     and dew on everything.

  What seemed an eternity
    lasted but a moment
      and then, fleeting wind with that smell on it,
        gone forever.

   I look forward to the eternity of you.
      you bring the Springtime everytime,
         like the whiffs of life - real love given to you - 
     are always fresh,
     that G_d-sized hole all filled up
         by the universes of each other.

    The mountain fits against the river 
       between the rain and the sky 
          like you and I
        and everyone else around.

  Purpose is purposeless.
    remoorse about things that shouldn't matter anymore.
  But he couldn't get over it.
    he couldn't get over it.
  So he went over it again and again in his mind.
  It is spooky.
    He felt alone.
   no one else was real to him.
      They had all said that he was dead to them.

  So he wondered off alone
     into that wilderness of himself
   and found himself shipwreak on an island at the inner sea
            of his lonliest self,
    a god-king made into a man rejected.
  His sorrows
     are eternity's sorrows
    his urges
   make the men all itch for what he wants.
   He lets himself be destroyed in heartache
    for loves that never loved him back in the first place.

  We all live within the floodplanes of too much affection
     like the river in full flood
  scares all your suiters away.

  I loved you from the moment I say you
      fresh and in full flood like the etermity of the Springtime feeling that you always give me
 just when I think of you,
    you give off a joy like that, it's so awesome.
  It all comes from me of course, too,
     and you probably know that I'm digging on you.
  I think you do.

  In any case the eternity really is eternity and
   so what's the rush for hte drink and
    the song and the dance but for
      the fleeting light of the sun int he late day
     the rest of the boys have gone wondering off after
        the card game,

  You find the fifty dollars that the greenbean lost
      and you want to go running off to find him
  but no matter.
   He owes you at least this much so you can tell him later
       so you go blissing off to the wild places of you
   and off into the infinities of your own
     eternitys, alone
    and yet the whole world sings with you
    the praises of All.

  Such wind as tonight on the ridgeline with you
  tells a story of a battle in far away kingdoms in lower lands in ruin
    those empires, those pyramids schemed to the sky
    have now all gone empty
      and sunk down and interted
  and the guy on mushrooms can tell
   that it is a great big hole and not a giant zuggarat
   suitible for climbing on the solstace.

  The tripping fool said
    don't invest in those stocks because
  they don't make anything real and I can see
    that the pyramid is inverted.
  It actually descends into lower demi-hells.
  It doesn't ascend into a higher heaven.

  The guy on acid can tell the difference.
   The most sober learned minds were fooled by Ponzi.


     

 Oh,ya, there is a building and an Island with a wall around it.
   And the many towns that line the endless shorelines
    from Patagonia all the way to Greenland
      many thousands of towns.