He fed on locusts and wild honey.

The locusts came over all the land, such a dense swarm of locusts as had never been seen before, nor ever shall be again.  For the locusts covered the face of the whole land, so that the land was darkened, and they ate all the plants in the land and all the fruit of the trees; not a green thing remained, neither tree nor plant of the field, through all the land.

They came to this land, a land flowing with milk and honey.

Focus on what’s important.

less you love the deeper feel
dug dug sweet ground in the spring
singing dug dug down down
beneath the bark, beyond the chain
you cannot bare to lose again
stop rooting there in the weeds
only you can truly please
like an old shoe teeth-marked
with your saliva life, like
a true, hot, hairy breath
I  I  I  …
they were only words
come come you silly you

I have to read now
only one last poem.
It’s rather short and dark.

I’m a loser.
I’m an amazing
and mysterious being.
You idiot.
God loves me.
I forget
wonderfully.

duck mates angling after
each other, descending coyly
chest fluffed, slowly stream

actually i’m not a zen student and i don’t eat doritos but occasionally i lie on my couch and contemplate the tree outside my window but most of the time i like to move run swim dance sometimes i see how many ways i can fall down and get up from my bedroom floor to the beat of a drummer in my head for salsa swing waltz or tango i prefer to dance with somebody i know and like  i write some poetry because i’m too lazy to keep a daily diary and i want to be able to look back and see all the crazy things that i was thinking  i get tired of writing about myself  facts age 34 with still some innocence 6 ft of me green eyes will eye you phd

Men die on average five years sooner than women.
Men are good at dying.
Women and children first off the sinking boat.
Men are good at dying.
Send the men out to fight.
Men are good at dying.
Let them learn how to hunt for drugs.
Men are good at dying.
Cuff his wrist with a watch.
Men are good at dying.
Let him watch sports from a couch.
Men are good at dying.
Men are dying.

Smile.
It’s good
for the environment!

It isn’t fair.
He’s starving, you’re surfeited.
Twenty years
three children
not even a kiss good-bye.
He’s lost his job and
doesn’t care.

Will work for love.

Jesus, get out of here! No way!
Christ, just leave me alone.
Back off. I need to pull myself
together. God, don’t you understand…