snybo: a poem

snybo says so much
says
no things
says...

so much of nothing
you know?

snybo, a hot alabaster mountain
a river made of all our dreams
that's the snybo
that's what the world is about

it's a life lesson
it's a fun dream
that's all

the diamond dungeon: an important poem

there is the diamond dungeon
it's so fresh
so funky
i need to get down with it

hunger dreams: a poem

I.

when i woke up
this morning
the sun was up
it was shining

the sun's rays
so bright
it made me think of
the crustaceans under the sea
the ones that did the song
the one about the love

II.

you go out into the field
you see all the trees around you
you feel this
it feels extreme

III.

it's so good to think
of a reason
to eat the hot crawfish

in the hunger dreams

the morning clam harvest: a poem

I.

as a young boy
in the valley
near the beach
we woke up

early

we held the clams
in our hands
we touched the clams
with our fingers
we knew what it was to live
and also to die

II.

i miss those days
not a day goes by
that i don't miss those days
those good days
those clam picking days
those days when we learned

to be men

collapsial bohonk cheesfunger: a think-session

think about it

go

crispus dawn: a poem

snidely boys
at crispus dawn
out the window
of crispus dawn

time for cakes
on crispus dawn
everybody knows
it's crispus dawn