what days my eyes have

what days my eyes have seen of late. dead deer on the roadside. their backs grotesque, torn and chewed up by pavement and other creatures. bones out, through bloodied knarled flesh. hair matted and crisp. short stories about junkies lifting pallets. a man who enters a woman dry. she reaches and gropes at her soreness. love. benjamin jahn will be a famous author, amongst the deeply set intellectuals one day. the ones whose hands were once dirty with work. the truth of art. you watch. and then it is saturday night and i am walking. the cool air on my arms a welcome respite from a week of work. the physical beauty of the berkeley campus makes me think of going back to school. fear. morrissey at the greek theater. a man on fire walking calmly through fields of dust and wildflowers. dressed in white. linen blowing sideways in wind. brilliant and beautiful and dear beneath the skin. he is an ancient redwood telling the stories of forever. reclinerland and the stratford 4 last night. so good to finally meet mike [reclinerland] as i've heard of him for years. he was genuine and sweet. i was so tired, but the music delicious of course. some of you there may have even received a copy of our new ep. shhhhhhh. it's still secret.