to project bruce!!!

walk the Polkadot way on a rainy day
holy spirit from out the chemist
medical book ridden hut
his visions free as smut
his mind in chains but hills melt

far as he can see
far above
the grey angels cut and paste
a milton day

the devil in his rental
cursed the happy fool
who crucifies himself
while picking scabs
pricking dream scapes

the many coated man
signals a shadow reflective
he conjures a cloudy day
the poet wishes to wade knee-deep
in the water

free in a way
behind the curtain
he who manipulates fate
twisted thorny horny
youth
forks and spoons to eat
radical emotion

rattle the doorknobs
the geist philosophers brought in
rattle the house
sniggering making out upon the couch
his thoughts
have begun the high ascent of a milton house

shutter down
the windows
on a shining sun
no misery is done
with intent
we are all mannequins
smiling that bright future

all russian dolls
within one
the last one
small,cowardly is me

but still sues angst
his ragged carpet
turnstyle
lay

on the ruddy road
collapsed
the residue of one's dreams
id like to say thank you

to bonny smiles
rowdy sex and rustic grace
in height of modernity
smog and linguistic
creativity go well
these days

together hand in hand
in use
so without being fully oafish-him
thank you kim
and thank you
bruce!!!