And a dilemma is?  Fixing the cafe while preparing your breakfast shake so elegantly. Hurriedly to turn on the news upon the squashed HD  as you settle down on the white roundy, the sound turned down just enough not to wake the neighbors. Where has this life taken me?
Dark dank daily routines...

maybe I should encourage violence within conformity and seek to end impressionism or maybe NOT!- create perversions within a song split-ting hairs of the long dead being found at a youthful age washed ashore no longer breeding nor bleeding ceased of breathing to be now an exact science- scaled back models of when it was brave to be bold but hidden from news cameras for leftover caveats - I wanna go else-where and find redemption to shout ******* - desktop plants dried out from foul air and aspirin bottles ******* clad in old skin next to a banana peel- no remorse no recourse no answers for in my brain
prescribed lies conjunct with irreversible truth complexity.

food and ****
**** and food
both have 2 o's

The sun is bursting apart frightful apparitions surrounding me
its coming as always but not to theaters because they are closing down.
Plastic and plaster making it stay fresh for awhile because it always has, why stop? It might be ok to not think about it for just a short time-forever. And thats ok with me, guy over there is distracted by some **** chica...hes hopped up on latina.

and we almost all like to chomp on M&Ms; and sink our nails deep down in. Those uppity ****** up little pieces from the peanut ones drive you mad but u still eat them. Cracked up like beheaded musical singing monkey skulls.

I'm not a perfect picture, I'm not always an inspiration  I don't have perfect pitch, but I'm close because I try.

as I'm ferociously attacking the windmills

Just a few moments away-
In just a few moments I will embark on a journey to start over- In just a few short moments I will leave behind a residue of times forever caught- In just a few moments I will seek her lips on mine as a weather vane meets the rain...and the  gulls fly overhead bringing that familiar sea salt presence-
Just a few moments away-

America is a High School campus. In time it WILL find a way to grow-
Prestige and abomination  CREATION and destruction  Religion and Science-
Consumed with theory contained in a concept called SIN not allowing the Sun to shine!  and in a Cosmos BEing  SOUGHT AFTER

I drink a glass a aqua and think... America is a High School campus, a butter sweet taste-corn fed *** and a weekend soundtrack named  PC

Pop cultures now into MADNESS = about running the streets into awareness of civil disobedience- CORRUPTS from the inside out through the preachers in the disguise of FREEDOM.

America is a High School campus with long hallways nursing stations and dysfunctional movie pricing.  America is a High School campus with a deportation device fetish disorder. America is a High School campus controlled by LIES and TRUTH CONSPIRACY

On the phone and in a row boat...

It was there for the taking and they took it. Love lust and warm em-brace.
Faces in the dark whispers joy intellect speaking miles upon miles- they were the ******.
To change a generation and build upon past memoirs notations poetry prose literature - swindling no one. In the deep they did swim

In the deep they did swim to find each other
In the deep they did swim breaking into paper huts and liquor bottles
In the deep they did swim

INVENT- INVENT -INVENT!

In the deep they did swim casting away the structures that were built for them- but not by them
In the deep they did swim live wires of truth  justice  perseverance  principles
In the deep they did swim

What of Whitman!  What of Geoffrey Chaucer!  
What of social demand!

In the deep they did swim with no thirst for consequence
In the deep they did swim for life's love eroticism passion of words
In the deep they did swim



...for the beat generation

"**** all the rest, she's definitely the best" the circus tool shouted towards the sky.
"Shes coming here in the morning haha !" , this was quite the sight u can't deny.
"Can't you all see where the anatomy is gonna shrivel and get back big again"
His progress as a stage performer stymied to and fro because of the flawed antonym.
"Serotonin, serotonin,and more spastic serotonin! its living in my veins"
oh my ******* God ****** your settling into the insane.
So it can be viewed as laughable the words of wisdom distraught, but with all the same constructs intermittent not taught.
This fool of the moment stood upright and felt his aim was true, however it may be looked upon it was just a mood swing that made the pink turn hue.

I sleep in this bed and run all the places in my mind- it feels like a circus performance in here-

Gravel roads and white fences with adventures of knights and brooks and tiny dew drops on popcorn popsicles made by the gnomes of pickadilly pines-

Crop circles do exist but I've never seen one...

Caterpillars would be nice right now but I envision the green ooze secreting from the trampled lifeless form-

In retrospect it can or cannot  be what it is not?- to look back in thought; refer back-

Are we all gamblers waiting and watching then perceiving the next place we build out of sticks and bricks?

I go back to my slumber-  Pickadilly Pines

Scraping by on pennies added to dimes with 25 cent pieces in the           laundry mat- sure to make fine dining at a cost of some old sailor who’s early retirement was all but his own

Killed in the heart but @ the mercy of men and fielded in newspapers swept under the cold damp dank swell of emotion- and (I) enjoi the cafe immensely

Candles burned and tuna can saliva made for glossed over window sills

Normalcy?, what the **** is that! When you ran around the block in a t- shirt and those vintage laced ******* screaming "an eclipse isn't to be had!,an eclipse isn't to be had!", what did I do? I stood there, I stood there and waited patiently for you to come inside. The bottle was still corked, the venison covered and the album of the evening (Ok Computer) turned down. Nooooooo!!!! Was that good enough, Nope!, I think not. You reluctantly came inside because you had to ****, but not before you babbled a few one liners from every ******* motion picture we ever saw together. Remember that time on the cliffs when we almost lost it all and the car was hanging on 2 tires off the edge, remember what you said to me? I do,... you leaned over in that bright flowered day dress that barely covered your body and you whispered in my ear. "feel me breathe, feel me breath baby." and that's when I first took you.

Fender Mo Shu?  Fender Mo Shu!
Scraps pelting me from above- this conversation could take 20 to 30 minutes. Do you have that kind of time available?
... and I just met Larry Cherry @ the local carnival stand. His old frame stands at half tilt and his feeble bones creak as he swings the 10lb hammer down to connect up to the chime prize. Ding! zip zap sounds resonate as his eyes wide shut contemplate his success, and then it was over.

... we are all pretty much disappointments running amok like dysentery in a underprivileged head start program...and with that I leave you in disgust.

Warm skin- wet leaves- and orange peels make for a diet Im used to.
Skeletal frames and browned jags with burnt edges turned to mucus I am not.

Bread called pan with a side of Natilla!  common on the sometimes desolate streets I once called home- BUT alas now they are filled with
Feliz Navidad and Holiday Greetings.

I came at a time when life was in turmoil and the pestilence of my American soul bled no longer to the longing of old faithful.

I came and went, my inquiries have been exhausted and the version of me has returned.
I still find that I long for your cafe and *******.
Oh but alas I am home

pluma de escribir -mi querida

I see fear from the press on the television machine. We are controlled by the regime of mass media. Lies Lies Lies and more Lies! Perpetual motion in a cereal box dormant to many accustomed as we fall in line to our governments power play -Structured by corporate one liners and scripted spread sheets across dotted lines in a room being tallied on smart phones, blogs and scientific calculators- when is the commotion in proper logic to be received? -   Irrigation of the soul type-cast presented in a bow

Off I go to the shroud of cover, in a deep far off avenue where body salts melt and white turns to black,

misread, misinterpreted and enjoyed by others @ my own expense.
sunshine, seashells and peppercorn bits

It was finished @ the start and words were never enough-
Counter production @ it's finest and I sit still for additional anguish- Fortifications must be built and weathering conditions continue on-
Time tested with no where to go but ahead of schedule-
bent, broken and alone- Again...

Wishing her well and smitten while the tongue ties escalate into mirror ***** coating me in sugar salted teeth and candy licks. Lips bitten, skin scratched and names worn out resulting in a broken shell of her new tossed habit. Go ahead and rip it to shreds. Wake me when your gone.

scapegoat extraordinaire dollar bill menace
mental patients ******* barrels white bells with tennis

candelabras peanut-butter bread milk intolerance
skateboards pickup trucks brick wall limits- rationing away---

canned vegetables and water sealed containers with dolphin parts
FOR US TO EAT while watching final Jeopardy.

Linked together by the hip double barreled shotguns with no voices
no choices - hear a faint whimper of resistance.

Take down that symbol of hate that history recorded erroneously
until skyscrapers fall once again but now from within and capitol buildings speak a new kind of education.

Your tears are false pride and mimic something you cannot possibly understand because you have been accosted.

You are radical- you are despair- you are mountains crumbling
you are children going hungry from lack thereof-

you are self-inflicted wounds licked by wolves

I am hungry and I am not silent
I am thirsty with a cask full of headaches -  but I don't partake
I am mindful of the acetaminophen with codeine
because they take the pain away...

So I am no longer hungry
and the thirst continues with the glass 1/2 full
salt pepper and sugar mixed with baking soda add cupful of flour and raw egg. I can certainly add mayonnaise

MIX &EA;;   MIX &EA;;   MIX &EA;;  

and she tells me that she loves me
and she expels her lonely thoughts
and she runs in circles with clarity
as the clock continues to tick

as my hunger persists for hours and days upon days that last
I can no longer go through this
and all is becoming useless
as the type written lines are becoming shorter

my height has become my tolerance...

be where your heart tells you to be- sing songs that make you a memory-
uncategorize your heart and be free...

Whats up knucklehead! Where have you been hiding? What transit did you take to get to 44th and Broadway? We found the petting zoo just fine without you, although the ***** in the Ballroom B Lounge had a few words to say about it. In case you were wondering, Kat and Marissa picked up a shuttle and then onto a cab that later found a flat on the parkway. Yea, they were ****** but made it just the same. Pops called again and asked about the drinking thing, I covered for you and said you be home by sunset. Whats up knucklehead, Where you been hiding?

My sweetest love, your tears can tear me apart... but I do love u. Your mood swings do drive me mad but your ideas make my heart swell like a belly full of kool-aid.  U need what many a woman salivate for and I can make this real. Charm and Magick, appeal to my senses you do, I feel therfore We are. I am a tree in the earth when your winds blow through.

The futbol match goes on and the crowd cheers in hysteria....Zap   Zap   Zap
        tzzzzzzzzzzzz     and a misshapen hand turns down the light as I sip upon water to offset the ingested cafe  overdosed once again as the futbol match must go on-  They could not have scripted the counter attack any better.   GOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL

I saw it in a mirror ball

Where did you get that face? And how can I erase it from my data bank- Pious, shallow and naive- all put together to make a bouncy ball that I pick at & chew when I'm in a self-medicated daze.
I saw it all in a mirror ball

Crammed up in this space- legs getting stiff, unused- I am a shell of a pathetic liar, a man who’s groomed himself to be accepted, to be left alone- The wave length of my concentration has reverted into this so called malnutrition soul of ADHD, stereotypical in regards to daily     diagnosis by many- says a head nurse.

I type here and glance at the television and see mouth movements and hand gestures- the volume is on MUTE...and I see playing kittens.

I saw it all in a mirror ball

I have had to watch you walk on by as I bare witness to your *** stained ******* found under my mattress.  I smell your blonde hair and sometimes weep alone as I know you **** him hard along the roadside. It does me no kindness to aerosol the hallways but it helps me function as I break your black eyeliners and grind away @ mirrors that I otherwise would have smashed.
I am to you as dead as the night as air is to a lifeless corpse.

Happiness is what makes me reach out and scream hello!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I am a barbarian who eats library books. I am inside all of the books that I read. I do not consider the outcomes for if I were to do this I would become a figment of your imagination AND I CAN'T HAVE THAT.

Sadness is a disease that becomes infested with remorse and I will not ride that steed.

Being rid of things - moving a broken picture after you found it hidden away in a dusty cabinet and then forgetting - old laced doily, time ragged & brown stained from Grammy Pete's tested hands. One last wind of the pocket watch.

The Juniper tree lay treasure down over the old beaten blue car that I took many a day to think in. It was a good winter and I remember it well.

It was me all of the time. I was at the center of everything when the news hit. Rock ****** hard in the murky pools of the Chesapeake while I looked overboard longing for an evasive maneuver. ******* it hurt so much that I felt my teeth chatter and my lungs expand so rapidly that my eye sockets welled. My arms ached and my fists clenched at the idea of nothingness that lay ahead. The swell of the tide would drag me deeper and deeper into the green until all that was me existed no more.

crunched up wrap in the refuse can
smells of late autumn bird and cranberry cuts
brown sugar  & pumpkin meshed with almond wicks burning
in the far off distance lay the brazen air- crisp!
and on the grid iron fields of pigskin combat, men will be measured today

Today I hold reverence

Binged and popping pills. Drinking when it suits me, OK! not really!. So my mouth is real dry and my nose is caked with white flakes of god knows what. I know the internet is full of so much **** that it's an endless destination of last resorts. Brain matter and whiteboard debris slipping through the cracks of the wooden planks that they called upper east side mahogany. The walls ran cosmic and were still consumed with green stained heat pipes that retained this odor of olden days and foot powder. Where did I place myself when I opened the door and saw the crimson marauder laying before me? Where have I placed myself? Where is this place! I'm looking up, I'm looking up, I'm looking up and my fists are clenched and I anguish @ you. Where have I placed myself! WHERE HAVE I PLACED MYSELF!

they are all asleep
I am not
I cannot find slumber
I am cognizant
I ingest my cafe through my sipping lips
I type right now... at this moment

My hands and body sometimes shake and ache
(shake and bake- hmmmm, "I see daily humor in that stroke")
I pry my appendages apart in the sunlight hours

Why does Nick Cage play this role and how does the Pontiff entertain his?
Where do hobbits come in and the fae make for a common place in nature? but I do recommend

I do recommend

I've got nothing. In the world of words and here I exist non-complacent,ready to jump into anything.... I sat with a flower and it only outdid me. I once turned down a flame and it bumped up and burnt me. I took a leap of faith and it leaped up and bit me. How did he do and who did he do it to to make it all surreal?

I woke up as usual but this time gots to leave earlier
have to make breakfast and lunch, I'm gonna cook it myself - but at a friend's house.
I've been starving lately because my poverty is brought on by my living art form. People thinks it cool- others may think it bogus- while she says she loves it.
It defines me- my hunger for words and ink and food!
I need it to survive...

"It's not an operation unless its going to be optional" said the elderly *** chap. Not thinking to rational today,
(thoughts in a head) "-for what is a compliment if its given in haste."
(responsive only to ones self)
"I'm not gonna be there always, only some of time and most of the time is gonna be now." (invoking nothing but in a thought)
So it was in-coherency to modern day currency. Perfect in flaw, dried in brown rice while being sentenced to a decorative cork topped glass jar.

Envision this!, and what would a vision be for me that a vision perhaps would be for 4 you? "A taste of the bubbly" said the doormat maestro speaking in his open gibberish of the day. Perplexed maybe oversexed with an umbrella spread wide assorted like plum infused birthday cake and darkened sparrows dipping down to gain their tid bit thirsts.
  A beaten sheep calls out but hears nothing but echos ...

As I look down I see the concrete rushing in and I trust it

As I see a housing market crumble and food lines fill...I see the concrete rushing in
The man @ the end of the street strangled his dog to avoid future vet bills and the local fruit market closed down due to food borne illness....I see the concrete rushing in
He says he wants to build us a wall to keep the filth out and
I say So be it!  
In the name of revolution can we convey the messages of free enterprise with our fenced in resources? -...and I just allowed the conjugated verbs.

I see the concrete rushing in and I trust it

the wind water and fish bites
swings cherry trees and stringy things
me @ a little past midnight

whispering weeping and waiting for you

canoe paddles,  Sunday strolls and a knife attack
I do enjoi candy corn stolen from the church vestibule
as the priest takes hold of my arm.
THIEF!

whispering weeping and waiting for you  

As he beats me and strangles my every life's pleasure
away from me and tells me that God only cares for people
who can obey

so I look in the distance for something to cling to and reasons to go on singing but what I do find is already gone
and the vegetables are spoiling there right in the sink rotting away just like my soul has and I have nothing left to drink,

well anyways... its fine-   well anyways- well any ways-   any ways....

whispering weeping and waiting for you

i am for thee but against for you

Transplanting is sometimes devious
Removal of what was supposed to work
Powers being re-situated hurriedly
None of us really understanding why...

and on to the next one and then to the next one, and then another and maybe another, never quite enough, just as a mosquito suckles the ankles remarkably akin to my work related habits. Which meals do I detest the most? The lemon & orange cream sauce or a lightly scented skin sample from the feline named Jezebel?

There will be no hesitation for me to seek the justice for my heart.  
It lay trodden against the rain soaked sand and bits of antique thoughts not spoken and no longer to be wasted away on empty Christmas cheer. Apple cobblers go left untouched and cinnamon twists become stale in the cave.   I am a stove without heat and a chimney filled with soot
  …       Elsewhere and almost in the distance I do here the angels.

they will never believe you
it will be hard and a push for them to perceive you
and bunny's will come to your viewing

its a matter of fact and fiction
sales tactics and diction
a scepter in a kings hand with directness and prowl

and what about now?

hopping from building to bridge- window sills
living on bread, juice and liquor store discounts
candy apples @ a apple blossom fair... WITH
Ezra, MariAnn, Jackieboy @ hands length

say that again?

I got one for that rooftop and more for loose teeth
six pence worth of flattery for an old millstone worker whose jaws flap in anticipation of a non existent paycheck
hes tired of Malt-O-Meal

Going beyond the outside force coerced by a she-light included was a forest devil. I'm not to say what is meant by the encryption s' carved out on ivory tusk but felt the notes as my digits lay pressure down to music. She called me mini maestro as I engaged moments in that small convent thus I did improve to be something of a magician.

for  Sister Antoinette.


she was the cutest of old small souls

Fo ******>mink coat escrow
bleep bleep bleep!

Lighters not heavy but about empty anyway. Been up since before sunrise and nothing to appease me- I wanna lay my head down and rest.

Triumph! is to overcome my battles of the every day work week with sleep TV narratives and political upheaval, reading Hemingway's short stories when its not locked up behind a metal locker- must I say mental locker.

bleep bleep bleep!
bleak bleak bleak...

and the phone alarm goes off.....

with wisps of pinned back hair draped across her lashes I caught a glimpse of sunshine.- ... I then made it across the fiery fields

Ok- so my visions (optics) are ******* my expeditions are undefined
unrelated to consequences but at least they are mine (treasure).

I feel irrational (abandoned) sometimes so at void but in disarray (snarl)... I hurt -Foundations are in rapid decay Everyday (prosaic).

I traveled on college campuses and saw love, I saw inspirations and aspirations of knowledge (expertise) and I (myself)
viewed (observed perceived examined) mans view of **** and working class structure (CHAOS maybe?).

What is contained (incorporate) within my lines of verse
Is it a call to action which is parallel and no rhythm (cadence)
there is no form to this!!!!!!!!!!

again and again again again again- REFRESH

This guy this dude! Making it look hard and impossible. Doubled over and bent in shapes unimaginable were the roots of exposed pixies. Candace walked by and grabbed the bucket that swung above the Walmart wall clock.

All of this happening during the eclipse of evil. Manifestations of the cosmic peanut are now common to the average eye. On the Daily. Eventually coming forth to end all of this is Mr.Brock Sawyers Esquire. He leaned in and imprinted his legacy within the conversation

Marked for death before she even lived. Subsequently dragged before an audience of her peers she still refused to fornicate for religion. The bystanders looked on as she harnessed her fears and walked off the edge of her man made mountain. She looked over her shoulder as the fire and arrows slipped in deep, and she smiled.

Spaghetti worms put into place feeling  me rapture in the tall glassed enclosure of whiskey

It comes to mind that drinking such things will never cease my thirst but enhance my visions til the resting place becomes  in tune  & clear-  much more obvious

Cannibalism is a far reach from eating the fowl that splits my tongue and salivates my juices as I enter the rock fish bottom- No strings attached and it is now a jar of clay--

No connection --- only the dots pass me by