exhibit.r.gulf.shores.al
Louisiana
I am a good citizen, I confess
with mouthwash fresh-mine breath
Write a poem once a day and
Brush my teeth as much
I think as I ask everyone how they are
Of the last time I saw you barren when
My thought was when I had to a job
Each morning I assemble small pyramids
That as centuries decay them in an hour
I note the damaged infer structure
As with the quickest way to yr house
exhibit.q.new.orleans.la.morning
The euphoria of writing
A poem that doesn’t rhyme
Is worth a blog post
Or at least
How is tomorrow love
The contention was,
He explained
That sober & somber were
One letter separated
Too close of a call
For a man of letters
From the hotel room’s window
The hospital resting as if a skyscraper
The signifiers of our Halloween today
Though were the
Holiday decorations scattered
Holiday decorating scattered
Helping create picturesque hangovers
Or inaccurate prepositions
At Novembers start
I spoke with a cat & learned
That everything that happens here happens
The same way there too
That the vibrations the waves make that
Pull at thought strings to make
Heart clouds on this cold night are
The same way there too
And to hold this Atlantic while
Letting Pacific tides go untouched
Making other coast strings pull you become
The same way here too
For a moment the cat held onto eternity
Its soft, unkooth paw it turned it up to show
Cleansing light of eternal summer that feels
The same way there too
A tome provided by a (replanted) local
Offering phenomenal rains bring pheromone tie-ins
As central hinted wisdom in centrally heated developments
Dodging accepting reasonability for 3 A.M. dances
Offering cross country drive soundtracks
1405 miles until San Diego with anxious sentiments
Inspired by my hate of this
I designed my own typeface (others were too used)
The C’s & A’s used for yr name & sthrn stts
Were so worn
Webster shuffled them out of his dictionary
“They look depraved
The C & the A
The B thought we can save
Though you must off stave
The southwestern wave”
My font was hardly as nice as you though
But its serifs were less used
Brief moments of existential despair
Countering eternal sadness in its origin
Eternally done with New Mexico
It is that I imagined your town
With lithe fiends of goats & grains
To be excessively peaceful in the rolling hills
So as to the overflow of peace
Spilled over & filled the land to grow
Horrific conceded beats of greed
They would then spin & dance in the town
While the goats watched & understood the secrets
In a way that only
Stable goats can
exhibit.k.kevin.hoy.ca
Diego Haiku
On Interstate Eight
Would Buddha surrender all
For Automobiles?
