excitebike

been so lonng long long. dont know what to do .?
outside things look different; you doo too.
you havent wrritten a thing in awhile; / you dont say?
how about you? everything cool?

everthing gone tomorrow here today. outlasting our very days
ain't much else to say, things nothing noone nowhere cares about anyway.
(on their way).

outside in the cold distance, princes have their views...
somewhere someone pretty is laughing.
there aint much use/

been awhile maybe i will make some more
i like my bursts, of full-on blast.
it doesnt make no matter, sense anyhow hard you try.
amateur hour at the poetry center, thats fine.
face on fire with the things you say and the words you slay.
like demons, from a comic book of nothing (nowhere man).

out of the dust comes this.
the afternooon sun dust you see in your rooms—
for that half hour of golden air, dangling, floating...
"what's that daddy?" dylan says;
not sure i can explain it son, not sure i know;
. . .