Poems

I’m stoned On a boat And I see at a table On the other side Of the boat An old man talking About some Thai dish He had with Hungarian sauce Chinese mustard And a big ass fish And after the talk Michael Jackson started playing And we both Looked at each other In the […]

I’m sitting in the train station Waiting for that train To put me in a capsule Bring me back from where I came The place to remain Until I am complete again The breezy breeze is breezing through my eyes Reminds me of the ocean nearby And the time standing by I walk inside the

It was that moment When I stepped outside my door I knew it was going to rain The clouds were darker Than my twisted psycho humor I look up in the skies And 2 rain drops Fall straight into my eyes As if the fat grey clouds Wanted to just piss on me What the

White sheets White pillows White walls to stare at White clouds loafing Just like we do on the sheets Black hair I see A whole lot of it It’s bigger than my beard Brown beard, unshaved, untrimmed Homeless like Or in other words, hipster influencer But this black furry fuzzy fluffy thing Almost looks at

It’s time to slow down, dear travelerHave some rest,You’ve come a long wayWith the speedOf a rocketOn an interstellar freewayYou are weary, you are tenseSit down, have some sense Have a hot bowl of noodlesOr a flamboyant glassOf fruity red delicious wine Yes, my dear travelerA small treat, a nice retreatAfter a long distanceAnd a

I see stones I see temples I see the green valley Lying right ahead I see Thailand In the blue distance The monks join me Flashing their orange outfits In a place Where everything fits I chop down the scene With the blade of my mind Pick up the bits And build a raft To

We went outside As darkness crept once again On the same familiar streets But it wasn’t any night For it was that one time When mother Earth completed Another full rotation In the form of space flotation Around the same old Light giving ball of fire   Me and my poet buddy Entered the realm

I sit right behind them A glass wall separates us I see them I see the couple They don’t see me In fact They don’t even see each other They see screens They see trends But not their friends I move somewhere else So not to see that I didn’t dig that For some reason

So the Universe decided That I should lose my red bandana So I was made to forget it twice But I always went back for it The Universe didn’t like that So it made me lose my shades And even made a monkey bite me To get me busy with vaccines And insurance papers And

The guitar was floating On the pond We all watched The raccoon And we went Ooh