What kind of a suicidal persona would make salsa without onions & garlic? But when I dreamt it, I found it: right here in town, at the store. What kind of maniac makes chocolate without sugar? But I dreamt it, and it came to me. I can keep going... However: 

!Improvise. Always improvise your life. And then spray thieves oil on the whispers coming from the peripheral.

Every morning at 5am

squatted in my underwear

before a cast iron mouth

I add another line to my blues song 

about the fact that paper 

doesn't burn

Everything we do

hhhhmm... 

everything we do

is to cope with emotions 

For there's nothing

more powerful on this side

of centaurus' arm

The music I've been craving hasn't been found. Grateful for other forms of art.

A Berkey snuck into my house

and spelled me from mountain creeks

I turned unplayful and pragmatic

Dried up the drink of evergreens

against the endless sky