Try as I might- the earth has met its match  
covered-up by ineffectual tides
    convenience stores or outcasts-

  in these first dimensions,
I was hollow
as a foot blots its puddle
it's at its' very means to become without.

d'like Mac 'n' Cheese!'  
from within grown-up-laws
   a raw crust on the edge
seals the deal...
from you became, just teenie
from inside tiny cups.

unwhirling sweetly,
my body,
    Wasted-like-Land,  
.******* up.

how do i slow
a bad no to hair color
when so much is in safety
   lock on you
hiding away
   your eyes
are full breasted
   and saying yes
is leverage
   in my 50 shades of ***.

a gift is not truly unless sacrificed

I sleep in sheepish clothing,
   either ways lonely,
in any day, now's going,
   the take's- is a gray.
  
I am nuts and bolts crazy
   to have you-inside-me

and it takes- just a little' crayon
to make up, what's inside you
   or what I likes is the pillO
and to be going withon
life never frightons me
  but always finds

This tag is about perfect mistakes-
what we can only claim to be doing
being wrong, once.

my cracked tail light
and i just came from
hanging out with a friend
you tell me you smell something
and it's a test at 3:30 a.m.

but it's a just procedure
and i feel , "i'm good" and
I am
2 do the" toe-to-toe balance

and arguing will not save you
because we are together

my man
counting the exact #
thirsty day of such the breath-a-lizer
and desire to work

trying my best to play nicely
as a runaway
 unglued
to burn my deep pockets-
she has great lakes
but tripping over her white lashes.

You took me,
to where I hid it
    my eyes lips were just too small
  it took all the energy of dreams,
to dig in the dark for you
   your hips held such succulents
   I wanted to throw down,
AmEureKa
your wonderfull boatloads came, for she
  was our lust for it's spars, and
tethered us to a dawn for the
beauty of her ****** future.

I tip u out afta
your shift as u sit
talkin to so called friends.
Swap $ for a more familiar handshake.
you joined us, finally... to burn one.

We paired your face up
with good geez
   added some furry- lovin it
lit'll momba
a lit'll special education,  
flash by old cheese
the developing billy
to wear you owef


      that you love.

that rush of eating it,
almost always but never ever does
to my one and only fast heart,
truly satisfy.

your light...
the fast kid i wish onto
     the nerves never could've had two
just lines thew ya
to break on through ya

A ward me like a Gone girl,
   my armageddo roller closer
drew courtship news  
an enlightened line myight  
getto me a ** lol loser
    afor justa $1 ohhhs
walo in thy cokes fire
from the bluish night
and my desire as a doves
   ****** nites you.

Tag-dout, ya open*
?duz the UK go to Cop out
cuz the US eagle,
not nut-up, shout shut-up
****** gluteus maximus
each paper trailed into my mattress firm
smasht it princess, tens@us line up
,mo' boy ,not on my collar so glossy
  cyou cheer me, not never,  
Panda mic smash you
spree chase, to as in my villa, till - i- as -u glued
  whose amber like credit score
can big them in
and to be dropped 2 degrees
to be with you, cuz 2 xpensive'!

listen like thieves
is good each Irish ******
and trip to Killarney
the perfect pour running over
amid Jameson whiskey
full of pride, the people the country
wonder how that
blonde devil inside
lives without suicide!

the spice captures
as  Cartesian thought
like dune came before the wave lays
     can I,
become just as Eve, separated
from good clay.

tremor in the sand
   combs
     my left side
lamps of an orange air.
  
We men would share a glimpse
stopped
Under the ice and
steal the water of life.

   upon my face the glacier
    needlessly points
to thy face
deep spaces
   speaks to every
   a needless wave, my name
north crevasse
  a weird word peals the way.

Parked behind, a puckered kiss
thy nose holds
chunky rimmed glasses
awed caused strobe effect
a lure hand stroke, made cold fashion
cries as a hare,
sounds like a murderous child
   lures, almost men, to eat.


Creek smiles between boards
odd dimples dare back, chin up
oil barefoot bridge.

roll over seeing green
 
    good is being seen, losing sight,
just to be wearing black, is bad

good is a stout man, who likes a fine wine, tastes it badly
having lost his touch, finds losing touch,
a place,
   as likely to be in, that bad
and she likes.

his listening, still good,
his fast forward button still bad.

    and when his bad became good, and popping his gums still bad
she rolled into an umbrella.

smelling as rich as a merchants goods, overwhelmed
with having to be good,
        and smells the bad.

What If
       inside each single mouth,
there lived a wee little person
and if, on that person's back,
he strew dote a golden lock.
     lay blew pan's pan into a mystery,
we did wander and trust
fully abandoned
then, sighed to March
the days of Yor majesty.

the icy coldness
  climbed up a sheer face
when I had no nook to hook to
   ancient crevasses
or younger bergs
climbing because it is there
and we still can.

I lost myself
   or my ability to change aisles from another lane,
      and just like spreading eagle
moving on up
to an east side aisle
choosing    them...

because they are robbing us blind anyway.

Slip ups with you
    frenzy and
    pupils twice their size
i can pull up
at the sight of you
and what makes you funny,
    and catatonic:
i lovingly remove your glasses
hilly recesses\bully brows
slips of breathing above a tilled earth,
like a slow moving sunrise
upon a stopped hearse;

i can never forgive too.
for what has moved in me.

The red wine never writes as much
as a good cry after words
whose tears
cause the page spelling
such a meal, leaves my eyes hungry!

i turned myself out, closeted
after I first hear "yes"
   getting braver
      corresponds each bridge
up on her,
openly pursued the wide open
  dragging within a great sadness.

I’ve not yet seen the way you dance

see me quiver,
can my stare, see into your eyes
I cheat life

every weak innocent hair
and it was no miracle what brought us here.

I had seen, with those eyes, pain was enough.
Would a father, above, show me this?

that good fight hurt
only one
for which I longed too...
the sun,
who pulled its golden bow
where I could replace
the salt of the winters bone
with every new day, till spring.

Unreadable, unreasonable, rammering grammarless
My meaningless shats to joyless poefry

Mark my sayings.
I am soooo a fred (afraid), F treads on me

     the Frayed thread in that Tome.

    Fred, ye' stares out there, at this, I belledfast
the sky, a Fre'd/ itself, from just the-frayed…
it becomes: the Fray.
     sew meaning, in that brofredhood to Fredom.

A monkey saw a fish swimming
and thinking it was dying pulled it out of the water.
The fish died... try to understand the world of the other.

I'm going to eat those... words

when living-to-eat them
meant we were dying inside, to them,
as was our famous last ones

     -inside
whose true colors did show everyone
how we could climb very fast to reach them
every day I failed,
I became very hard to have found them;

I spent my last days, choking
just because my mind was shot
drinking-in all the picturesque views
or the abyss of your last cutting remarks;

and because I had nothing better to do
and buying more words
was just to buy you;

and the dictionary was your favorite book
   we were surrounding ourselves, with rebuttles
of your anchor's chair
pointing to the shocking tele-promter, telling us how to tell the news
   they viewed our faces upon the break up
and leaving the audience to decide how it happened;

so by just saying what's the point saying, ... to love
to be living another day with or without you
dying alone, without a word
is my every night.

and
nothing is ever funnier than
whatever words you chose
to be... just as or like your last girlfriend.

Shooting it up, the frosted black
   I once had you, young root,
   And my veins still lay there trapped
and I felt your ghostly ******
      each time, I came to a stop
to climb back into your branches.

liked in my hole, liked like garbage
the racoons, the rabbits
looking in
singing my praises
can we all just get along inside
if my heart were still alive?

needling by the lake, she seeks me deafly,  
pure warm, and watery grave, gently released me of the week
to sleep, and to my flesh, I put to work, I kiss.
to be just with idleness or just with  laughter.

whose blue eyes are fairy, like the landscape
and with each day, I come to seek you,
she finds in me the cures,
oh gently, let's me down to you mirra, mirra, mirra.

In the Eyesore of the moon, I was stuck
with my rocket in Alice's, escape,

the earth was just for awhile, and the moon frowned
I was stuck there in its crater

back in the past, every present moment, everyone else fled
back on earth is so tossed around
and still having more shots and blows to take.

    for a rat to race to kickin adrenilin
“a kick”  around corner of #mylife
*               * how I didn’t   ”click with you”
*               * didn’t   ”check you out”
*               * you didn’t   ”click with me”
*               * i didn’t do enough.   we went around
#through this way,
*               * this was the last thing.
*               * the last terrible thing. #famous,
*               * i was ever going to say.

This is the only life I get, and
Regretfully, I’m wasn’t in yours.


Our hearts beat but like ruffled drums;
beating before waves
who came to each day, needing just the present,
without past or future
but there the day ends and It drew its line.


In a clutch in a “click” I was
*               * a roulette game,
every day the Present said, would make me famous.

“for kicks” the last day of #mylife
*               * how I didn’t   ”click for you”
*               * didn’t   ”click”
*               * you didn’t   ”give me a kick”
*               * i didn’t do enough.   #through this way,
*               * this was the last thing.
*               * the last terrible thing. #famous,
*               * i was ever going to be.

This is the only One life and
Regretfully, it wasn’t in it to play "for kicks"
your game...

In a clutch in a “kick” I was heading into
*               * a revolving door,
every next day said, I could go, there with you
and the end of the line, God gave me aid.  He said
the line is drawn!
I was made.
    and that is what made me famous.

I can’t receive
if I don’t believe
   and I’m having one of those dreamy
situations, on t.v, Thrown into the middle of Burmuda,
or a three way triangle and
with my tongue in cheek, or aside to my nose, I'm
left stuck to the subway rails
I know I'm not free candy.

if I thought every word I wrote
your heart would feel or take notice
   what was just mine or yours;

every feeling I felt, you could feel
every time my eyes turned elsewhere;
I can't believe in someone else's, and I found none;
and these elses are still just words.

i have no better words
for drifting off in a drunk slumber
between your knees
as you watch your favorite  show on t.v, and
laugh at me.

the world hasn't enough for me
you ***** for the world.

the bed no more, I chose
to wed thee to

and I was not me, but something more

and with no word, found solitude

but with that thought
no one compares. and always  in you
I neared, every love and they did not compare

as i was just as the cat
who hid under the bed
not afraid,
and sought you there.

who did i tie the sprig
    of an apple tree
cut it deep into the vine of a bush?

    and i let it feed from its sappy juice
and in time she took to it, naturally;
     each one came by her notions
found new blossoms of spring
and nothing seemed so wrong;
and we raised her in the grove, accordingly.

the song pawns silvery fish
whose fate was worse than death
I had no response
to keep still the sprig
  and digs to when it all began
to give thanks and sits on chairs plays chess.

i take my Croissant gently
i cooed the eyes of Dollies
and ships  
     I thanked.
each rope of hope
nice and cornered\educate each new wave
by a  powder-horn,
with cries ring loudly
venerate the sickle moon and Her
beloved Star.

Happy, as our dreams inspired, never to grow older

moving apart, never to see, as being ‘any purer’,  
Your dolls ruby blue eyes
Traveled down in the oceans grenadine;

Below thy reels lifting
    as we pulled them legs off
between them knees new green
fell from a heart, the silvery spoon.

Dangling lazy their wet thumping legs,
my tongue bit that blanket pulled from me,

off with my clothing, your eyes hid nothing
happily, here after, in drinking;

Olives dream of the Sun
Once that held wumpa
To be a hole,
And in these last years I’ve
Held back biting at any one,  

I missed being Inside you;
or spelling you, and your howls.

Hand me a  pillow, to listen
not as burnt, if you can still get
a grip or suckle.

half by your ways, half by mine, makes yours' yours'
mine, also yours' -well, you can halve it.

the then and now... and then she came
where i am, departed,
  each ones life is a distressed selfie, 
and it takes just seconds,
  whose life became obscured
buttons up inside the mystery.

stony romance the nights impulse,
my eyes- ballooned and Eclipsed
B' shells, beat-to-the shore, lined up free
    dump the earth's A-crust,:

      below deck, I stretched, to the top of these stairs,
g, your hair, pulls hard, i brushed, against you - no other compares
and to: men who want, but fail, *sh!

what doesn't play well,
let's clover with
chocolate, salt, or garbage.
mutate to be tall or stupidess,
denies the courageous
going and going scrabbles
all our brains.
makes me laugh
and choke
on my own tears.

been so alone, never could make you
a friend,
*** always made each of us, an anomaly.

My inside sings out to me, to make out with these hands.
(times being asleep, I signed in bone-whiskey, an X on the line______._______
Just do it the same, as if done dry, as bones on a cross to it:
the river Styx, needs coins when we drink
Johnny and Walker, the streets are skeletons.

to everyone you risked
with a confidence
to everything your pulse
that has progress

and to a badge of aggression
risk it all with a fidget, i have an
thing for delicate things
a girl in a clutch can push
with a punch or maxims
to each one, she is sweet and mixes well.

a beating of each wing, and with what she does
    swings opent' me
to a few of my favorite things, and such are
angles,  the best fans of heaven!