films of my....errata OUR land

now

all my weekend planned around i knew 'twould rain stops play thisafternoon

I am the opposite of a rootless meanderer hobo

this is a ...job

npo one else would do.... tell it, true...

soon but OUR land....

i have to show..

as "bird" number 1...well, she will i hope from Hatesville/city/pestilant Shitcreek Swamp... go..

and teach the rest how to write

but no iopinions i do them best

stories...real

no Gladwell/ Kureishi... the lotb of em

lost to telling folk what to think

that dont work, never did never will, when

my stories are fully transcribed.... then judge me

meanwhile fuck off i dont read comments im lucky

i know being me ... might just work

If not her smile is tattooed on my  third all seeing eye

for ever and eternity

as possibly the only REAL one seen two years here

who knows, we shall see

errata nothin's ever Up To Me

and a sane person gave up some time ago attemptin' to ponder

what the lasse's namesong may mean

this universe and the one yonder

just a rather dodgy poem

some supremest playful  lines

but never "changed" a thing

Only proper books, sometimes...do