old sweaters seem new. free newspapers in a box. moon in morning sky. salt-stained op-eds drifting sugar smacks, feet in oven sleep, finally; a dream: afloat above the cold street warm blankets trailing along the shaky ridges of manhattan's cloud foothills hit the ground running helicopter landing pad cunning blue sky rule pitchers and catchers smell of rose and lavender south for strawberry old dog lurching for the fence a mouthful of dust bowl me over, chaparral carbon canyon chance-medley melody of love unmoored by a song & a doggone plundered gong going south with the hulk wreck muff shadows glued to cactus malibu mudslides surfers hide in empty pool this is awesome, dude aqua-sheen raincoat shimmers in the turquoise morning rain and the president dispenses handfuls of sand where stone & air meet spend tax rebate: remote moat silver spoon from moss rolling papers, stellar weed the how the tao is so close but we all look far away born by the river we've been running ever since rinse off, smart-aleck! richard manuel version justice can prevail, seasons and the work at hand: catapulting spring into other people's lives moving right along, pogo dig my dancing handiwork oh my! boogie bop at the grave of buddy moss bunnies and handstands! oh! my! funky chick don't go robot on me now, no—I'm waiting for the man plastic glasses exploding inevitable magic & in your future i see a man with a bat run home, little one halloween wings, razor blade incisor scissoring leaf revealing secret meanings in the white noise of air conditioners perforated spring snowball those three tall girls in faux-hawks leopard skin pillbox leitmotif, some poppyseed scattered for squirrel and the squirrel tangled up in its own rarefied tu'pence achoo and achoo zat you? or u? opium o smells heavenly performance in progress, blue divine strokes, Yves sends his best dissolve, congeal in an alchemy of blue to-do's: trust your first impulse if it's the last thing you do my angel of the morning sticky bun revenge Rise! picky eaters unite! pecans, twinkling birds is it a mistake to think that the outside world might care? errors are a hit! run away, flashy car, drive-in's where I get my dreams root beer afloat on windshield shammy trouble, gotta pee gotta dance! got a chance to begat ziggurats! also kitty cats! and when we fall for the waltz we'll skeezix at the border car trouble, get to Fillmore just in time, last show then Mexico, beach then Paris, Tangiers, a peach: the dreams that you dare to eat while cogitating the quarter-life of carbon headquartered life forms base of operations, here take that, you on-demand world fuck yourself, wireless world freedom equals regression but it's still an art to sit with all the lights off and breathe in twilight it's still my heart that b'beats in the gulp of midnight thoughts congratulations dead man's curve lemonade stand see more great items Seymour? Congratulations? Hey—who's gonna cure my grapes? & who'll cure my gripes? or grip the granulated brain waves of phat boy hypoglycemic synapse mantra: quit wining nah, takes too much energy quit winning or quit whining? either way, you're gonna lose! winners remember those days of wine and rosé fingered dawn. figures. . . . meaningful bunny wedgewood we're talking triple digits meaning plus bunny squirrel becoming magpie new moon becoming gibbous logic suspended my right foot still in a cast dharma of schpulkus my peeps, all former Annie's downhill from there, subjective skating—let it snow! o my chilly-weather friends! bite my icicle! Lick my skinny leg! Like a poet in New York Like Jean Dubuffet Like meringue stovepipes, slip-on variety, made in france nailed in germany and slipped behind the woodpile for napoleons for jelly donuts for "ich bin ein berliner" for fall's rude tubers boycott this season's layers face it, fake logs are better ha! that was egg on my face ah! the chic paris chickens! i'm walkin' again not like a chic parisian more like a chicken divided by parts it always seems to get back to clothes, skin care, size seize the day write a novel Caesar the number devil Caesar the number devil seize the day write a novel