the skin on the heel

of my right foot

is raw and cracking

layers are scratching off

and I have a blood blister

that is now as hard as a rock

between the index finger

and thumb

on my left hand-

knots like proximity mines

stick to my spine

and shoulder blades

I let the shower run

while I force a bowel movement

into my busy schedule

one friend leaves for L.A.

this Sunday

another friend arrives from L.A.

next Sunday

breaking pawns

Monday thru Thursday

washing dishes

Friday and Saturday nights

I don’t sparkle

they don’t sparkle

girlfriend moving in

recording an album

writing a novella

still trying to keep myself

interested and interesting

SORRY IF I FORGET TO WIPE MY

FUCKING ASS

my brilliant idea is

eating me alive

and

it is all just passing…

I hope you

catch this

when it comes

to you;

a stream of Ambrosia

is the closest we will ever

get

to obtaining

the American Dream

because we do not share

any of the same

beliefs when we throw away

our hearts and keys

we cannot find the old seeds

and regrow

the Garden of Eden

we cannot facilitate

differentiate

calibrate

because in the new depression

we have everything

and no-one is happy

because we do not

infiltrate in peace

utilize the system for others

and some of the greatest minds

were terrible public speakers

so no-one listened

I still listen to

Dax Anderson

and so

should you

before the sky turns

copper and pink