oh AL Jeffy loves ya

Jeffery Hubblequest Williams, Old Man River, Old Man Rockford, Jefferson Starfish
His poems are said to be like lyrical hot yoga on acid, has the ability to melt your
face and heart to the floor
Buy rugs, don't do drugs

Experiment inside the temple, but don't treat your body like an amusement park
Only by becoming a mirror can one remove the hate from the eyes of the destroyer
It is different, is it not, than what you were told
This story is very, very old

Universe and memory fold into chapters, when all said and done find me in the after
Sit with laughter for none of it, it doesn't matter
If creativity evolves into a beacon darkness, a lighthouse void of such warnings, cast shadows
from red cliffs, like grim reapers' hands reaching for preoccupied souls, losing control

of their vessel, their message
So I teach and speak, become reasons people leave and come back to us, returning to joy
The favor fills the void, no longer avoiding
I'd find it more annoying ignoring the sound of voices, of choices and thought

Still a punk, a punk drunk on ego, appearing visibly intoxicated by patterns of attachment
obsessed with personality
Is it dangerous to find oneself that entertaining
The exchange of self-explaining

Like Al said, write the book already, Jeff, otherwise it's just a wank
Give up will you
Try some zen poetry, will you
Zen poetry

Zen poetry
Zen poetry
I can't read these
You're over the top now

Stop publishing
Start putting them onto paper and making a book
It's just a wank now, isn't it