goin nuts with videos...i need to write

bill callahan

peekaso

i know someone who knew someone...

ill miss ya ken.

i aint no redwood..

i wish i was like a tree

and with every year i became stronger and taller

rather than weaker, smaller, and fragile

any heavy gust sets me to my knees

and as the trees shed their skin

every layer of my heart becomes like paper

and dissolves into the sea

uprooting to go somewhere to be free

what a guy...

you will be missed...

http://www.kennackart.com

just u n me..

like certain deth

breakfast in bed

celestial seasonings

sounds oh so good

warm and tender

a sultry splendor

turns my world into

warm cotton sheets

and homemade jam

loving in an amber sea

made of you n me

salt and pepper

nothing sweeter...

milk

as i write

my letters become my bones

and my work becomes my skeleton

i used to write in ink

but now i write with calcium

milky white

and never seen

but i hear and feel them

like my old knees and my crooked spine

like a ladder to my mind

which has become an attic

flooding with milk

strengthening all the bones of this old house

i call my body

repetition...

if i could i would paint everything red

and then paint it blue

and over again all black

and hopefully it would fade to white

to start over again...

all over again

over and over

till nothing is left

exuma...

big man on campus

there was a tortoise who lived to be 152 years old

everyone shoulda treated him like a king

no tortoise rides just neck massages n mcdonalds lettuce wraps

n truck rides to vegas

with the wind in his face goin faster than ever before

pullin that semi horn with his lil turtle hands

all day, everyday.