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