I’ve got something on the tip of my tongue, something
Young 
Salty and neat.
You can have the diabetic eye candy
or be well fed with soul food,
Just don’t drink the kool-aid.

I would’nt know what to say to that girl, I’d just give her a roll of duct tape and a coat hanger
That mug can sink a thousand ship

Stomach pains directly connected to the interwoven circuits that are
Wondering, hoping.

Stopping at blind corners
Questioning the soul...

A potion of acid and cactus forms
Transformative contributions.

Catching up because you woke up to late.

Now it's to late; so late that your building a statue to remember the good you see in others.

The universe is penetrating everything at the same time it's being penetrated while we all wonder what is happening?

What does this all mean?

Why are we here?

Everything is ***** and a ******, everyone is ******* everyone and everything and everyone and everything is being ****** at the same time...

Nobody gets it while the soul is in the body.

By the time the true soul leaves the said body you fools will build a statue of this body that no longer has a soul.

So much for an omen
so much for heart to heart

A vision so abortive

blinded by eyes unable to sing out of mystery

Sometimes the mysteries

Anxiety
weight
mass
wait
as in anticipate

move
or be crushed

impending the
bloom
of a flower
already
to soon

Go away sun
Let the rain run
The thunder will be done when it's done
Let the storm form
Puddles that will
Flood and spill
Like the blood
Of spring.