I need to know each one,
to taste the rock
and swallow the sand.
To spend a life caressing
each bird and fondling each
weed, with my grimy,
orange palm.
Then stand atop,
Raise my arms,
And be struck by
Lightning.
—
ca. 1990
Keep Diggin'
Worm on the Slickrock
Sincerely, Angsty / October 4, 2006
Crawl across my foot my little worm friend. Together we’ll bake our…
To the pretty girl in the nudie magazine (I would like to take you to Moab)
Sincerely, Angsty / October 4, 2006
Now that I know you, pretty girl. Now that I know you…
This and That
Sincerely, Angsty / October 4, 2006
bad guys in tie dyes wild oats and pigs and goats blow…
Notes to a Pig
Sincerely, Angsty / October 4, 2006
And furthermore, once you are dead, ground up and rotting for years,…
Drowning above water
Sincerely, Angsty / October 4, 2006
his ears are stones his opinions explosions he doesn’t want to hear…
Constellations
Sincerely, Angsty / October 4, 2006
The stars were mine, or should’ve been, so I named them all.…