the dog didn’t realise what it was caught up in

that trap that net

and the problem was that it was
so deeply into itself
the net had really always been part of the dog’s very flesh

trying to break away from it
made it become even more exactly
the shape and flesh of itself

by the end of it you couldn’t even see the trap anymore
it had become what it had always been
completely involved in it

the adventure started out on sea
with the salt and the seagulls
and that faint everpresent smell of fishiness

they were sailing away to somewhere
that didn’t even have a name anymore

as they sailed further away from the map
they disappeared into a hole that was never there
and somewhere they continue their journey
their boat rocking back and forth fictiously
the sun browning their skins
and the wind whipping their salty hair

they sail on through it all
never doubting what they’re doing

telephones blossomed everywhere
and frantic dirty mid lifed men
started skipping and running
thru these endless fields full of flowering phones

all the phones had conversations in them
and they all started to get mixed up
so that noone had to worry about
what was going on anymore
cause they couldn’t work it out anyway

see, the words from the phones
took on their solid form
in the brightest colours you have ever seen
and they floated thru the bright blue air
mixing and breaking up and fluttering over everything

the phones withered and died
and the new words blew everywhere
according to the pattern of the winds

the mid lifed men were finally happy
and didn’t seem to hurt no more

new poem...i think the next few will be new poems ackshewly

when i went to that town
there was a big man with flowers
and he was handing them out to everyone
and the flowers were smiles
and they sparkled like happy little suns
and everyone was children
and they were flowers as well
and everything was flowers being children
and children being flowers
and the big man had a kind face
and he was a woman as well
and she smiled big breastedly
roundly flowersmiling
and everything was happy flowerchildrenwomenmen
and the town didn’t exist
because it was better than that
and we laughed in the town
as we were happy

and this is more realer than poetry and
more fantastically false than love

hagwon dedication

i wake at 7
after 7 hours free
locked up within these words & wisdom
& i don’t know what for

i’m tired teacher;
very, very sleepy
i’m forced to speak what u say
forced within these walls
this force of darkness flying all around me
i don’t want to learn it
don’t want to know what this is what i am

a whole world pushing down around & in me
and i’m not very strong

this is how it goes
something we have got to learn
this is how we goes