May 22, 2004

To my brothers:

Stray no lower than 18
it simply isn't wise
nor is it ripe
it doesn't even register yet
with a credit card swipe
and brothers
get furious
when their sisters
are tight
but tucked in
another's bed
for the night.
better to wait
until the sun rise
when what once were her bangs
are now explosions of sighs

though atlas may be a chiropractor's dream
when his posture
shakes off
what's left of
his cough
and he drops the world
his wings will
take off

after dolphins dream
they wake up
and move slow
like arrow
knowing
that since
space is wide
focus must be
narrow

Mozart knew that he was a vehicle of God
he also knew that he couldn't find a job
and even then bitches would get on
his nerves
demanding the attention the music
deserves
creditors banging to get in the door
critics firing duck shots at the notes in the score
most of all around him
jealousy and greed
one less mouth testifying was
one less mouth to feed
once, he could write
left alone
until the day went
but that all changed once he acquired
an agent!

As long as my contradictions exist,
I know that I am present
To my own life

if Y
didn't have so many
questions
it would be
the first letter of
the alphabet!

I finally made
last april 8th
contact with
the dreamer
he who can
dream me
and be me
at the same time

it may look
like a duck
quack
like a duck
and swim like a duck
but if it doesn't
dream
like a duck
it's not a duck

I am not a man
I am a panther
dreaming
that he is a man

what is the last wish
of a fish
if not to go
overboard?

look at her!
just bursting to be seen
to not look at her would be mean
and slowly fades in
the borders of
another restless
dream

I started out with
Rock-and-roll
dreams
but life
has made me
a bluesman

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