The 4 Words Project

I can't cancel the weather. and if whiskey don't kill me. maybe a kite lightning will. tomorrow is the pill. borrowed from time. delicious as women. don't follow me. spent like bullets with names. I will be willing. like Benjamin. starting libraries. the future is ours for the taking. religion, I died. twice tonight. the whole world is electric. inspite of everything. the rain seas me sour. speaking in tongues.

(prostitution, accident, super glue, duct tape) a prostitute walks into a bar by accident carrying super glue and duct tape. the bartender looks at him and says what's that for? the prostitute considers the obvious consequences and says for your grandmother billy. get it? the bartender's grandma is named Billy and he was a happy transexual prostitute.

wake with a ocean's roar and an eartquake's growl. and smell the light of carelessness. watch the weekends combine with holidays. and try to color inside the lines. your only souvenir is a suitcase full of sand. put your arms on your backwards heart and kick the can that stems from the plan of innocent childhood. while mother kills mother and drives a honda into the lake. we are nothing but minutes. made to last forever. but we lack the strength to be immortal. misspell everythng. let the ships sail. tell yourself what you are not supposed to do. and run to it. cake is a sample of this coast. with hair down. backs are waterfall moments of misguided trust. just give up. or keep smelling light of night.

stuck in an elevator with a lady and a tiger. the lights go out. the tiger hands me a tallboy can. I think about light.

because hunting for life is so much fun. 

because I want seconds.