Hello, I just want to encourage anyone who may happen to stumble upon this to keep on writing and keep on chooglin’. It may take a lot of soul juice to write, but that is a beautiful thing. And you may make something lovely. What is the worst that could happen? It is bad, or you don’t like it? C’est la vie. Someone else may think it is great. Cheers and I hope you enjoy this goofy nonsense.
2015 or 2016
Blueberries saved my life
when my self-destruction had yielded
nothing
And I wanted nothing to do with no one
especially myself
And the hated flies that eat shit
sounded more eloquent
in their non-stop moaning
than anything I could ever write
The blueberries, the fucking blueberries
with their simple existence
allowed me to embrace the fuck up inside
and smile at my many failures
and misdeeds and laugh at my ambition to
make something of myself
This was beauty
I wanted to thank them for letting
me put them in my mouth
and chew up their delicious juices
I wanted now to make love to someone beautiful
and make love to her well
And thank her for everything
She has given me
I want to thank the sun
for coming around again
and helping the blueberries grow
Our mother is a good mother if she can make blueberries
I want to be a blueberry now
Why can’t I be a blueberry?
I would make everyone so happy
Daydreams of Paradise 