write

about what? stream of consciousness

the devil in you

can't hide

want to run, sounds so trite.  what does trite mean?

curt cobain is a demi-punk-rock-God.

why do I never get included in these movements?

what movements do

move.  what moves me?  water, sun, rain, gas

i want to be good at something. i want to be great at something.

i remember when i used to read e.e. cummings in 7th grade.

what he got was noth

now i am in search of things that will make me feel profound.

i know profound, i can't write profound. 

what i have is noth

i have a chicken.  a chicken that is a rooster.

chicken comb red, chicken feet orange.

how can anyone eat chicken feet . . . they are so beautiful?

i try too hard.  i think i lost my imagination.

this is a puzzle far to big.  too many pieces

only expert puzzle puttogetherers do these kind of puzzles

my grandma

she would do this kind of puzzle

she would hoe a garden in nice shoes and a big hat and lipstick

a farmer's wife for god's sake.

a boy with no shirt, no shoes and no arms picking up dirty money with his mouth

prostrating his forehead to the cold pavement and my feet, for me giving him just a little money

but i couldn't give him a shirt, and i couldn't give him arms

where's the salvation?

how can i save the world if i don't know how

the world isn't for me to save, just to love ~ no matter how horrific

but sometimes i hate it, hate it hate it hate it hate it hate it.

by KRW