(( the next four poems i tried to 
      translate as best as i could,
      they are much better on the
      original peice of paper.     ))    




          a long story told -- long 
          time once. Written by Hand
          By a maN - with many 
          a trees  - plentiful. -
          moral background & christian
          art-  GREAT FOR KIDS!!
          Everyone worded & stores
          solded. Man folded.   Silver
          Bullet -- RAIN Coated. Legendary 
          Wonder- hail to Him! "his work in 
          my life - powerful as Thunder" - a faithful
          reader. Sun BreaKs - thourough thanks
          couped up - & civeled down. tonge
          out Barrel -picture's that man drew
          + HAHA  tanK Hounds!!   Gods
          personal life  -  dont Butt in-
          how would you like it if He did that
          to you??  The many tundras of the Sun.








   EXTRA HEAVY DUTY RAIN
PAPER


What will run out first -  the music
The Batteries or headphone equipment ?
dirt isnt anything- pre born summery
dirty trees cleaner than me.
potatoes of the futuRE.  resedue of
the earth --smear it on me
a fruitful self enjoyed life
with God on earth - working -
But fruitfulness amoungs & the
the unpleasent absence of money
engeneers in every one  - fighting
for personal God construct.
careless sniffle  - shuffle trucks
concrete VS wood.  childhoods that could
picket signs of I dont care.  The
weathers never good inside the Backup
penis. take a SERIOUS piss. shit
  I guess
    Thats The
         end of 
           The Poem.  







 
         "darn, the truth"


    peice of paper I savor-
  CRIMP THAT TELEPHONE down
  cuz its telephoto angle is @ a slick
  degree & I pole it so.
  develope skills @ will -- or freeze still they
  will -  so now the atheo-cools negative
  Chill.  The male Backbone.  crazy about 
  elvis. Central core crank-  peep hole into the
  deep. So many mirrors Bilt by milton, Bradley - "yes"
  & everything man we see  -Snap here & breaks to form
  that wicked cut "well,Geez" ---TurBo SQurrels
  in formation fly by -  a sobering
  song sung by proud SuckeRs  -devise
  the flight plan A to Side B  gods
  plan meets the line as a final dot---
  who will connect. Glorify. confusion.
  We. Sudden Systamaticisms Surcharge
  and thats me who cant see  --->
  the sound is "weeee" were Babies, were Babies
  Babies -Babies - Climbing to the top shelf
  while you eat moms cookie and;   Bible





 _________________     




Bite a MasQuito Back -- savoring the
Kill. did you know. Celebration of music
in a sandy dry Beach throw your soul
against the sand. "my white skin makes
a great pallette doesnt it?" "get 
a tan ( Lowlife ugly Basterd
next to me)" "& discolor, -
Ruin, destroy, erase ( the pallette)
" YES 







 		picnic table presumption

	This wood beam once rough
	now worn from Lots of use.
praries exploading with corn
this little park smaller with all things
inside us multiplies & we do my
sisters child now born, into life
& chewy barks loudly. hmm....
remind me one time to many I get 
angry not to forget.
 Buncha trees ------ Buncha trees
 rich & poor, bruce, fig or leaves
 blur by me bee - go head
 when I dont see - blur by me bee
Patches of half dirt, Spring grass lily
Jesus Christ, satisfaction garenteed?
mail me in to the kindom come
& we'll just see.
90 days or your money back -
get yer self a derned hacky sak.

































oh ....  sorry.