This intuition thing is working out pretty well

falling asleep; two loons a coyote

got up too early

probably 6:30

now,... waiting,,..

hyper-spatial traveler, broke destitute

eats cheques

with a little flax

waiting, for espresso to cool

words don't cream the crèmea

lunch with mormons

ham and processed cheese sandwiches

bought at gas stations

black suits beckoning to all who'll heed

filling pious quotas

religious duty

reform the disbeliever

conform the misbehaver

bring more sheep to the shepard

follow the leader

jesus, john smith, buddha

just wise-guys on walks

taking trips

for the hell of it

anyone could do it

tea with hobos

pizza crust, and discarded fries

praying for demons

cradling bottles

all waiting for that thing... whatsit?

enlightenment?

whiskey wishes and stiff sherry dreams

entertainment!

that ol' numbing of feeling

“there's nothing at the end, except everything else.”

preach that to the heathen

something is always happening

when you least expect it

magpie is in the bush

doing that magpie thing

toothless grin asked me:

“wat'choo wallkin fore?”

i replied:

“to protest high oil prices.”

to which the grin said:

“You aught tu git pay'd”

walk walk walk

drive drive drive

either way

moving to one side

right, left

and back again

never one way

nor the other

i lien in the middle of the road

hoping for that ride to take me home

left, right

walk or drive

take it all in strides

gonna go past go

no returns

roam,.. rome

catch the wave, feel the vibe

speak a new language,.. survive

its so easy

days tick by

a month and a bit

been gone from it

dinner with the family

....

the end of the day

let's float away

a boat in the prairie

fall into the flow

distances may vary

sun goes down

grass freshly mown

pelicans

time to take off the shoes

for a day

a night

idle diesel

transport truck

send me to sleep

with a little luck

(time drives past in a grey volvo)

some sort of piece of mind

send memories streaming

with all the other minnows

down the thought canal

that mystic channel

floating in the black

dissolve into white

nothing; but everything

another foot in front of the other

left to one's vices: life gets all syrupy

speaking wise words is all to easy

baby blue birds being fed

chirping incessantly

begin to unravel the world

the moon waits... till well past midnight

stopped at esso for supplies

Hey, this intuition thing is working quite well