Its all tight in here, not to terribly bad ,not always comfortable
I can probably fit maybe,... 2 more in with some movement, sssshhhaaaa,
Ok that will be just about right,   yeaaaa a little moreover your way..little bit more, keep moving, keep moving, yea yea yea just a little more space for me is all I  really need. Yeaaaaaaaa that's fine. Ok Ok Ok, lo siento, one more inch will do.  Thank You.

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

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 ...

yea, it can be a beat up world, though its full of deep ends plight
shallow words two fold scant clad in cup cake platters, but it don't matter as long as the maze commander gets his due, of course who will see it through, you? Obnoxious peasant girls tap on your window feeling you from the inside out star gazing into your eyes glistening as they fade from ocean blue to gray...listening. I want this so much and to adore you is rapture as my heart is torrid in the burning of your lips... In your grips.  To hard is the moment when I found that the nemesis was in the tree bark that held hand carved letters that said...nothing. I am inspired by the corpse of photosynthesis. I am in need of the next level of ingenuity that you created for me, beside me, around me... You stood within me. What good is music when the love I had for it in the feeling I get from it only was to be enhanced when your hand found the inside of mine. People are naturally drawn to white doves because it speaks to them softly, but why do I prefer blackbirds then? ...Tiny rain drops fell here. Why do I get the impression you're still not listening... to me. Why do I keep on trying to give you all that is possible... from me. Will you not listen to me, is it so impossible for you to want to be with me... just me?

"**** 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.

Please don't cage me up, Ive got a million things to say
You and I felt the same when we broke it down that day
Let's keep it real and sometimes fragile your lips would tremble the words   I probably paid no attention because to me you were frugal and absurd.
Wanna share this bowl of cherries with me babes, No,Ive got no time for u
Have these reports, chores and school work to finish, gdamn where were you.
It's really getting cold in here baby can you feel the chill in the air
Not really sweets she said to me as her exotic curves grazed the chair
Where were you when I needed you when I cried out for you in fright
I'm not to sure what mean honey you know I was with you last night
You know to come to think of it, it is getting cold in here                   especially when you prefer other naked bodies shivering wet with fear
It's like this coil of rope that I have so I can more thoroughly reflect
but now I understand more fully it was put here for my neck
You don't ******* need me and you sure as hell don't care, whether I live or die tomorrow as long as you brush your hair.
So I live these last moments for you and the dreams I had for us and the self pity and gluttony can now be over and you can finish the trust.

in a cool nights air she took on the comfort of her bed and rested her weary head and gasped for air convincingly because she yearned for the smoothness of the sheets to suit her evening ritual...of sleep

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!

(Gotta have life insurance to be a responsible person in today's society)      "Need to be clean cut and tight lipped to get where you want" said the 5ft 9' ******* on the street corner who just sold me a dime store pen. " Gotta take the ins and outs like a man and worm your way through these hapless streets EVEN when you don't have to!" The more the relentless vagabond spoke, the more I wanted to lash out and dice up his tongue as a blender would @ three speed. But I didn't. I held back. Kept hearing this faint melody in my brain with words spinning round and round. "Tick tock, tick tock, what a **** a doodle doo making a run for it, a run for it, a run for it, may day, may day, may dayyyyyyy".  I really do like the early spring month's.

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.

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?

Had it never occurred that I needed you. My washed up face and energies spent on the splashed and slashed price tags of our youth. The cigarette toasties and the perfumed hallways melted in the background of the wooden spoked wheel. Looking strangled from the hung & hitched ceramic body with incense laden sprawled askew I can now appreciate what that once was. Plaster always surrounded us in our uniformed uninformed day by dazed existence that went on to makeup our evolutionary now that is. I went my way and you yours and I fear forever that our paths may never cross. I recall this blue and silver pen that I received from my father years back...and like you, it is also non replicable and irreplaceable. Like Clouds for all but gone.

in the middle of this life I will never be undone by you...

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?

Love is forever bonded to the acts of *** ******. I feel the molten ****** when I'm being hung in the tree first by one leg and then the other. Skin is often tight around the abs and sweltering ******* but loosened when gripped by the mouth. Sometimes when the breeze hits you right, the body then begins to shake. How long does it take the human form to bleed out once being bitten by a land-shark?

For the days to come by and my spirit awakening I am forever guided by truths be witnessed. For my words that I say and the actions that I display it is my face I have to contend with...not yours! My face is the curse...

...and as I saw her again, it was in a flash that I remembered my obsession for her dark hair and witty lines, her brisk walk abouts while turning me inside out with her tasteful lips that spewed sensual happenings that I can never have. If I were to reach out and grab @ that which is not mine I would still starve until food replenished was burnt away seeing only fingertips that are empty.

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.