Hazy Acres

Shit 

Can you say that 

Sure

Tongue tied in the canyon 

Its around here somewhere

But 

Before had the tells 

Flashing red lights so they say 

Or green if 

You know 

Unless it yields 

Then the questions are asked 

A rock feels good to sit on 

Grass too 

Or a nice slumber after the heat

I hate the fact that I seem to think I know the facts 

Small dingy atmospheres 

Games tucked in a different game

Play on player  

Late night mingles 

Reruns 

I guess I’m not so cool like dat

Ain’t no mojo in these shelters for the ugly 

Poems

Walls in a room 

Invisible truths 

Double down on the rituals 

A lit candle 

Simplicity 

And a new moon when it comes 

Gifty things in a natures embrace

That baby’s got the best smile

Love bug boy 

I have stubbed my toe

And it hurt 

Smaller things 

And I read somewhere it rises you to new heights 

Ok

I’ll ask my therapist 

As I stare at another tree that’s way back 

In the forrest 

Where my mind seems to think it lives 

Oh I’ll rest a bit 

Chew an apple

Write a song 

Nap with the bugs and the dirt 

Listen to the loud natural ways of an open space 

Roll around like an ape 

Funny the jokes are the traumas

You get better at them 

Its true 

Shit  

Take things at the lake 

Change 

Wait 

Or leave directions and wish 

And to do nothing 

They say trust what you sense 

Ok