zen and the art of gunracks

"she smiles, saluting at half-mast a dead man mourned with half high flag he laughs, at the poor sod who thinks himself a conquerer, a flagpole; with no banners the dysfunctions of attentions the atten..."

"i don't know what what to say what to say to bring that smile that i see when we are lying close when i ponder in my head how how i can ask for this forever you have created no anger, no angst no ha..."

"obey me times ten the ringing old interruption while we fuck on the couch did i say fuck? my literate taste old renissance man meant making love and the world will revolve and times... and i'm a ma..."

"standing like banner-held aloft, on a horse like Quixote, half-limp, God, oh burden-moulin hype and whats wrong with that to make me feel... giddy soldiers, shores shoulders, such a slope,..."

"in the green i am god oh golden god of green to trees and rubish as a green god goes and brown the streaks upon my green the leaves that left and break blue skies into VanGogh old madman green god a..."

"to the future a man waits, smiles to the past a woman worries, smiles to the time when passion is a flower flames like popping balloons when our future explodes, not if open ended as love Written ..."