Thursday, April 7, 2011

All I want to do is relax,
lean back on the couch and smoke a
     nicely rolled joint,
     rolled on the back of a
Robert Hunter book.
     Hardcover: Daybreak
                       Daybreak on the land.
To live is only to want to relax.
To live as a human is so strange.
     What I'm experiencing has no words,
no fold, yes,
     it's the smoothing out of the blanket.
     The leveling of the playing field.
     Daybreak on the land.

Were there hints of it years ago in the hot
     and sweaty coliseums? In the dark,
     in the heat, and the lights --
              oh the lights --
     Daybreak!
     Daybreak on the land!

come on in to these experiences.
   the experience is yours.
   I can't be a person without an ego.
   To know this is a very relaxing thing.

If writing relaxes me, then do it.
   If The Wire does, then do that, too.
   If fucking does, well, get some if the
gettin's good.



April 2011
Austin, TX

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