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