sometimes in green but mostly black
a crying baby is like a kitchen faucet
who cries missing when we painted our toes the same color
or picked beautiful wild flowers together
how a tire swing can hang around
from the tip of the crescent moon
but that is wear the ****** wears on me
burns me to try and jump through the hoop
somewhere i roll down tired
as a car window and shoot
the deaf moment we deal
the air as what we breath vis-a vis-a argued
i'm sorry but how can i stop?
just being sorry you can't carry forward a spring
deal with what affects are the burning of jet fuel and
unsold seats half filled planes modern travel is
has more to do with the quality of our air
than is being sorry is as necessary
stopping one is more than stopping breathing
the first farewell is one of conscience
promise me i wont want to be hurt
my good nurse
takes no phone calls while you nurse
cons or bets and milk formulas
and to just say "later... to holding me to your *******
a hardened ear to eat until you call me baby
my mouth wonders,
then wanders away by wunderlust
to the other side of your chest
Sitting alone like a truth
Smiles Mona Lisa smiles
i wake from dreams and want just cake
eat eat and eat with snow falling around me
the sister who says
*** how cool is this guy
strokes your ego
and by a heart beat
can end it
because you are lost in asking
drinking helps with anything
i gave up one god for many
you rub them like a headache
beyond from the the other side
put away all your misconceptions
life says to close in joy
are you wanting just to be ok
just dance then the night away
that hug melts in my arm,
i press my nose into your head
and you ask
do i believe in miracles like you
even doctors start somewhere
down and innocent
grip end of the road stranded
blossom red petal
by soft ways the earth glances
these lens ache waiting
through the rain innocently
anchors my bare feet
eyes below the waterfall
scratch the long hallow barrel
waterbugs raindrops moving
look out and wonder
how long a milenium takes
to become normal
Puerto Rico kisses- tore' tore'
natures human qualities
Creek smiles between boards
odd dimples dare back, chin up
oil barefoot bridge.
never too old
blue flame dyed sides
matchbox wheels grip the orange tracks
crisp shaven headlights.
Sun quick convince me.
What's more cared for, then believe
if your's more is cash.
saved by the sun
Somerset is bittersweet
lower me lower.
places I go fill
crows ring my ear circling
belly's laughing sore.
don't complain! having to be kissed
by a pink Barbie EMT;
as a senior frog
who only wants the clear puddle
to come... but by shock! of her paddles.
My pain is in the landscape
with just a look
I carry a cougar on my shoulder,
and there is a lot of you in me.
You paint my the spring
with just a look
you are speaking
you are missing
and I have to go back...
and You will have to leave me.
speech not well enough for the country
my no is like a yes
and you laugh at that dead
my shoulder is my ability.
What I don't know, does not hurt me,
nor am I limping, light has left this place
and to where did the time go?
it is far as the eye can see.
and is where you are.
taken swift life selfie
let's go to a Farest
ow pounce upon you
loud vibrates loose fairies
my shadow in thy mascara
run deep in you
shaken all thy nighties.
in plastico flip-flops riding to los lamos
to the other side find johnny darko
singing to Baja sol-a-ding-dang
turned to eating in your fringed shorts
bananas and me in my pajamas.
until the stars burn out
I won't die
and wait into eternity
and here, that skin suit- suits you.
one day, i stuck my little footsie
out into the sun
and they melted! then got all licked up
by your tongue
still, a nice day
for such was my little tootsies
loved it in a deep dark chocolate puddle
the smoke took to these ribs
I thumbed the fire to just a lick
by a song
and wood stood still, my skin turned
mashed treats in the sun
your copper arms were very long
as my sweet tootsie rolls.
My drive-in hides me
in sully lanes, a hole to punch it
as with funny jokes of this body of mine,
up there, you are a lot of face;
for golden screening of minstrels
and that blood is very essential,
to throwback to that place.
the griffin society
purr I'm in a pickle
you are in
my little red type
my mason rubber, a ring of jars
hide the awes slips, salad perfection
smacks my dilly ****
for lovers only
of my summer sound.
ON all four paws, running
I made faux pas, in my stepping
I now am hanging on to forgoing
but forgot, when to make the easy lay up.
A is for al'zheimmer,
-the mighty forgotten hammer of Al;
B is for bed,bathroom&beyond+,
-where moms go to lose their minds,
C is for the singing we are going to the Clinic song,
-just another timeout with shots,
D is for dinosaur,
An alphabet book teaching about life.
upon it is plain, your trolley warped me
Once upon a midnight dreary
we dyed our shyness sweetly
and to hide my blushing nearly
I hid my in my ringly
slapped our friends merely
whatever missed I'm friendly,
I give you my courtesy.
why can't I speak my native tounge
when you get to speak yours
in the belly of a fury
no matter what you say
i believe mechanical issues
this is mine, yours yours
no language comes between us
does it matter, to what's living
space loves in you
once I lift its bells
does it matter, to what's running
art summons in us
once the field in us becomes lazy
does it matter, to what's troubling
times rebel in you
once a test fails
does it matter, what's calling
home is solid,
once you've yelled
does it matter, what's a matter, once
oceans walled or these trees have felled
in these celluloid islands of you.
The beating of my cicada
ooze gutter grinding on a leaf in nyght
I can't wish nor understand, the nymph
we did your emergence, slept in your
we have grass for blankets in our fires
the gleam of your dark eyes.
science named (scratchin myheadulus)
circa duh dynasty, of lordship
homevalley ties it up somewhere
between this is not over... near the dog dish
circular table of embarrassed posts
plain tiffs de centralized combats
questions and rebuttals
I am in an office that has to be happy
but butter defines my happiness better
When asked if I was happy happy?
Au contraire, just that...
....I am happy happy happy :)!
Thank you to HappyHappyHappy
you must have felt
yo are beyond this nothingness;
belief in the perhaps
what if there is something else.
way down the runway
a desert every mile
you mark me with your smile
pulling that ring onto another
and this backseat spring meant for no other.
on the radio, they said yawns were contagious
athletes, performers all yawn just before.
it raises the awareness and the heart rate.
they said pack animals -lions, dogs, your nieces or nephews
they trust you if you do... and then, they do it back.
it prepares us for the hunt.
I tried with someone at work, but
they did not kindly yawn back;
will I stop believing in the radio,
or that I really don't like co-workers.
then- when? do you see me.
an anonymous angel.
just staring at me
i've seen it alot
like skyscraper cranes that cant lift a load
or bears black or grizzly eating up
my entire family the meadow is missing from our eyes
blue black never changing
I am not alone
the white owl
has visited other patients
may I cacoo to you
so that my blind dear recognizes her mommy
this is the only place
left on earth that they can come
who had you but destroyed me
and all hope
jumping upon a prey animal
as the cross that divides
us from it - a score
The self we present to the world is not the only power at work within us or words of narration. . You Know when to tell true stories And know what stories are true. . . Are you robust in what you are doing, by kissing, celebrate wickedness? Are you the light, at times angelic, And at times demonic? . . If the rules you follow to get her to a kiss If it got you just 'a kiss', and that testifies That what we were doing by it at a moment, we were not really here… because it wasn’t me doing it... who got me to kiss, at this tip of 'the kiss'- is the point. I am not a passing or possessed by just Being a thought. . . I am the light or space within that Complexity that took shape as a kiss And then fragmented.
will you stop believing
in thy loneliness
my red antler hotel
my bony legs, a velvet wonder
just a ring and a cape
and a rood of trees stalking me
taking their turn into the milky book
and the lucky ones that did escape me
on her red carpet ashes layer with
fear of loneliness
I love the game
don't step on the ground
it's hot lava
I lol times infinity
this is my viral hate called forever
what do you think about my perfume?
Well! you are not my friend.
the young shun me
I think of movies might be showing on cable
a day later, they appear,
I know it is not me but I point
to the body snatchers
the 7th sign
no matter how futile my order in a long line
and the cooks eating my order
creates caos in me.
I'm hung over, I didn't have a bed to my name
I could not sleep in the slumped over state
without a chance that my degree can make me
my modern room takes 2/3's of my wage
I will sell myself for little more than
a cheap handshake can make.