Immature Swallows
Hungry Beaks Are My Alarm...
Time To Gather Worms

Write down.
                            seal up.
--canned jars of word preservatives
saved until years of dust pile
memory drippings into prefrontal stalagmites;
a child's curiosity.
                                         -- Reach maturity
all of the sudden it's ready to open
mild fermentation.
analytical tongues criticize and patronize that
I am not the right size
Demand and detention coincide degrees and shatter ice well long lived, layered and taught

When I started to write, I sat.
seated, leaned, balanced, distributed, coordinated
To the chair.
the stool, the bed, floor, bar stool, couch, beached log
Under my *** cheeks with one freckle on the skin of the left side
petite and friendly
I am wherever I am.
Usually in my head, sometimes nowhere at all.
Thinking of word soundings fitting into the nonsensical particles of language.
Letters cue the stage curtains of Jedi mind tricks..and mostly only in my head does it sound the way Beethoven wanted his symphony no.9 to echo in his.
Out loud is so rambunctious and persuasive.
I don't want to persuade.
I mean to convince.
You cannot read my thoughts, but I know they are beautiful.

He holds smoke in the palms of his hands while he walks,
on backwards,
lying still,
pressure pulls the follicles of hair and rust to attention.
Strands turning on his spine.
Rolls, carols and carousels, sing harmony and charity, give me my due rights! I am poor you see!
Air and breathe discover time cards punched black and blue lungs
Inhale. Inhale! INHALE!... and through a straw you'll see my struggle to exhale............ and release the stress of the world's worst boss--
life.

I have seen the blood gallop from the cracks in people's souls. It leaks with intention and covers the ground. Dams break.
**** the flies. This way, that way, everywhere at one time. Charming, landing, indecisive , squirming, churning. Fragile. So annoying. Pester and land.
Bzzzzzz zztzz zzz zztzzz...
Always moving. DON'T STOP! If you do

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stop.
Intention will bring the crossword puzzle reaper.

Live for the off chance you get a new pair of lungs
to exhale the fears of exclusion.
Tar sticks to the **** carpet stomach
and meatloaf liver blanketed with sauteed mushrooms and onions.
It rolls like babies arms, full of fresh fat, wine and indecision.
Rest your nose.
Let him lean against the wall,
if his hair refuses to touch the ground,
let him stagger more. He will survive
No one will know, as long as his two hole face keeps from falling,
how ****** he really is.
Snorting dust bunnies
and rosary prayers,
throws his head back 75degrees after
hallelujah, grace, amen!

Two things make sense to me more than most.
1) Coasters
2) Breath mints

Coffee table stains wreak havoc on the souls of the real housewives of orange county.
Luckily enough, at least they're round.
Round means it can fit in the flea circus act we put on with our climbing, lion taming, fire-breathing...elbows.
Lean only one and the stain strains to breath, draft both into the spots and still, it will not leave.
Lines skew thresholds built on years of careful photosynthesis and the apparent relapse of lumber Jack's axe.
Breath mints ease the minds of young lovers too ignorant to realize they'll smell like dreams and ******* anyways.
Like trying to turn a used diaper into a ****** trapped inside an enormous pastry. Directions: Bake at 450degrees for 30-35 minutes, remove and frost with cream.
Altiods and tic-tac gang wars. Keep your enemies close?
Well, see who makes it on the conveyor belt to my mud-hole mouth.
I do not buy them for myself, I buy them for YOU! precious 6th grade crush, if only you loved me for my peppermint fog.
I wish I had remembered to brush my teeth this morning.