Here is the ground,      stand up in it,
and tie to the re-placement of it,     notes over time presses it
flows out eruption,
   be a leaded no. 2, pencil inside,  
tied to a tree,  
\diamonds\ th'are A-girl’s best song,  all them hungry eyes swoon
  become eclipsular,
yourself to yourself motiveAtion, never becomes,
One with the Volcano: the , shoots up.
grow all ways, your early roots. were just and are spectacular.

the , is a weak glass . in your life sentence
and eyes color purplexed and cool, neblastick
colours me, inslides these lines, commands my presents.

gems are cold
like ice in the eye rolling them stones
throne, to the hallways, I go with pennies.

these are my pipes
I made a tone, baked-and done, mastered  
    the laugh,
hears me, and I need a new tone
       for style, for steel
for long, all night long
    sang to wake me, to be
for all the now
for all mymight goes
and all my ties, tied my delicate hands to goodtimes
lands me in bed with you.
burned and crashed us, together.

...
touched and more, the world
revolver, humbly ease, the pain
the very things I want and needed.
and if I had been everything,
you'd say never, with such ruddy bliss, dropped from your face
the purse of lips, or a cleaver or mace
to die on stage, is everything one can be.

which eyes say,  by yes,
which eyes say,  by no,
   the eye's have it, quest say, by so,
to each good-day bested, by the ship called, Surprise!

in the green field, snow
and in the ashes
A perfect bleating for lambs of water.

reflect: not to quick
to judge or award with ink  
what could a little paw stamp
the back alley, who
born me.

my first memory, learning my way, inland Frosted
the deep has its chords, shackles to glow...
molding to Remember.

broken song
   the crowds-up;
     just smile… and listen, for the quick steps up.

Call me
“You’ll be connected to it like never before
To fall in love with a Spruce Tree.”
     Carve in me: “Let It Be.”

She let me remove her address, that was a tourniquet,
where were the fires...
and where We came to each.

“For fate, she takes a fire-hose!” and
sprays the dead for her evidence.

Kitten by the brook,  pawing at little fishes in that world
are there others, scratchin at the door?
  
    T'was, such as little fishes, eaten by the bigger masses
and hurries each other, to speak.

For every candy, has a twinkle, and children know
where candles go.
Is out.

can ignoring get it to leave?

he's just an old flame
    and she only
knows the number and
names every time, she scratches

    and she gathers up sticks to burn
effigies of him and it remains
even more present.

impressive to look at
so fly were the stars, we drag a line,
we are the sheer terror pack
to never leave behind.

a little smile crawls up into the corners / What a happy circle it made,
I climbed into her naked mouth, and piled the leaves in.

who are we,
   thieves holding onto any stones we just laid,
only letting go, swiftly reach beyond the gate
to scratch the itch,
to bring creation closer.

Flesh of flesh, you are cotton white, and dresses the heat
amid a hot summer nights, going going right out my door
over and over, feeling go, feeling go

below the others
   the nothing else said
matters;
but what it takes,
   doesn't take matter,
and is inseparable.

you flowed to love
and were below the other,
and chased. and stood.
but not understanding.

toward the unconditioned priceless jems
puts Them on top     of A-social rank
and You are just a napkin, for Me
I, is always a one word sentence.

just sold, from the lower shelf  
this ridge, a bar no one goes,
no one knows, or your name
   whisky amber, what her folks -wagon-
tied a star to,
came with new hook-ups.

to the doe, last night on the lawn
you are me - broke and mending

on her snow write down blank
the hooves color
the clementines you strike

and with your spears
its darling blood drips jumping
the fencing listed toward

and you made me so sleepy,
the tresspass I had wished

from inside each wide eye
was a True Violet, and very wet

each wires my sleepy gloves
hung on you, and then to live
at the end of this, dear season.

Stray into this mystery,
birth- a marvelous liberty.
The girl gives statues of different Tongues
Rude Sounds heard the earth-
- biting as they go
and digging with spades.

and for all of my letting go
baby, that is just the thing
something like friends of many worries
come about
and worry bread worry friends

who ridicule
and my clothes, who I was just alive
and to your friends, and we fought
shamed you to giving into
the violence and we wrestled
a way to drive them off

we wrote to your clothes
line by line and in
their absence
and the strangle hold
on your life!

old or new,
where's your's -the blanket to love
to care for me,
the sad swirl,
shhh is a lightning's way-
and it made me smile a little.

tongue, a tool, that glows
me, your hands
reach the young to
give up your jams.

the wall you found me in-
   the head makes your hands shake
with years, become friends,with it
    takes the world, just a day
-just to become, one with it.

as a son, we’ll ‘one up’ at once - get up - step up –
and box it or beat it –Ours is to keep it–
to Pain? ...a crown is made for you,
to the dawn’s made to speak of it,
to the time is made to keep it….

Gazing at the what's-to-come
Your beauty is smoldering
Your beauty- here
- is Within.

across the sea I ran
where girls dresses rain
ding the bell to where there peace is hiding
at home tolling its last goodbye
I lift them
off the wall
like any good work.

we are the lucky ones,
getting off now and playing
upon the field and what's to come.
   the Forever ,
thank God for you it is going to be over soon.

I'll remember your rookie card,
when just 21,
my lil gang and me,
and we all signed it,
from Joe, from atop of the World Trade Towers,
Caught us in that flight,
with best regards for our Bazookas and Bubblegum.

flow upon the paved stones
wear these antlers that glow-
    a rich mighty little patient
made your shtick- a burning oven
whose books are thrown into that yawn
who are you, so ancient?

from your many portraits
any kind will do,
and from those with such
a smile is shattering

we continue looking in...
to find what you are
holding onto and drawing
such a thing, as you
and we, are hidden.

I have a dream, once alone, was stone
my face-time, nevermore just a game
real-time took more my reserves, as serious things became;
  and at each closed door, you all crash the same.
and at each burn, we are meant evermore harder,
to be: as that desire became.

THE LAST ADMINISTRATION

From my forbearance, and failure
of warm touch
born Saturday, 3:00 p.m
this date: the moon landing.........now, 18364 days old later

Pay to the
Order ........... ...........$1.77

in some empty Well anywhere
I drop...
from this shell
sweet feelings about being born into it,
a conservative estimate to my mineral contents worth,
a value decreasing with cellular age,
my name used in financial gains or losses by others of it.

...............................Signed, without my mention

whose that someone there on the corner
influencing me with her sign
does she expect me to leave her money.

sign says to me, love and remember
take care of my sweet things , for me,
I'm  on my way home.
I'm here, see me
my hurt and every hope.

She planted the sign inside me
as I drove by
The thought of her there still
and I was can'ting and I'm still
thinking I can't.
Hoping, instead, that the heaven rises open for her.

all her quotes were soon delivered by the passer byes
the ambulance driver had already gone, too.
All had left, but was me, laying down beside her
No God to be watching over -
We are now
the only ones watching
her story is sorta sad, tragic and funny.

the noon time sun pierced her there on the ground
Beside snow covered wheels were white and soundless
like photos that were a patch of dark blood was still mixing.

I over think on my worries, now, and know little else, because
She is friendless sitting still there in my memory;
Simply, I am to be no longer existing - the heavens, who do not care.
I do not guard my worried me, just kneel, I am liable
not have never read on his word, in my bible.

I am someone lesser, man now, for not believing
a wandering begging and I am blinding to pull off
all that I've gathered by my skin - inside this foxskin cloth,

that ******* the corner, so long she waited to get money from here to
travel to Baltimore, she had in her pocket her sister, Gabriela's calligraphy, her darned socks.

I think I will take a long Northern train to see tonight,
And pray with imagined gifts, quitting myself
and she hushed me. "I am a seed eternally."

she had beautiful eyelids and my nose knows
those pulsing streams are pillows that still gather
up on the down dust smatters from rain,
still the eyes are Writing
old pipers notes long ago accordion tunes.

To go where, she asks,
to make her swoon;
get lost to find it- to map the territory
and in tearing with shears
wronged it going inside her terror!

recruit/join, dear john, pulling us into, the one,
to take my spit, pulled me up, to do pull-ups
plopped me into the field's rain
severed from common man, ran
summed up in His calls to wild  
throws up pages into fire, trips
as the old rub, did to it, once, bounce.

therein, it lies, a rose-barb'sharp arm
     who captures the iron;
tickles or can be called to trickles.

~Where such numbers cannot try the cause let
My thoughts be ******, or be nothing worth!~WS

promise me
you will never become sketchy

wondering, how i got the feeling  
you liked the twilight, instead

and it hurts. like the cut
when all my cellular devices stopped.

All the years in me asked
only once did you smile
when I bought you some clothes
but for all those miles
it’s not the clothes
But the uniform  that does the good!
.
All the years Cannot replace
What adulthood
Took away.

Hello young woman
I’ve been worried about you
because you spend so much time by yourself.
Let us get together in your sitting room and sulk
so they will never catch onto and see you
are fun to talk to.

For my grave:
I dreamed to sleep
Under the snow and stars
And was one with them.
.

I made this gift
But it had strings attached
And I covered it with leaves
To hide, to sleep
For when they grabbed onto
For when they catched onto me.
.

I gave the gift
But it had a lid
I covered it with leaves
To hide behind my eyes
Its secrets
For when they fondled my skin, gently
For they who covet
the pennies upon my eyes, not to wake
my sleep.
.

I am this gift
I am inside my lashes
I am inside my latches
I am covered within leaves

To hide, I grew the ivy
For my eyes, and for my feet
As they gathered to unwrap me.
In these crypts.
.

I gave away
All I had, quietly
I had with leaves
Because I so loved them
And leaves leave me freely
To hide inside gently coveting
climbing The door.

There was this city, she's been in
destroyed, will ever to be built again;

All there is left to do
Is try fighting over her land.

I have this fear, I think of not being
and I am unable to sleep
amongst the city scapes.

expelled, having confided with demons.

Next to nothing is this woman
She has bags full of cheerios, and overweight;
She too comes to this same spot
As I am, exhausted, at this coffee shop
From all the extra weight she carries.

She says with the heights
Of each new t.v season
Watch for my systems, turning time
of its wonderful fall colors.

They tell us where to go to see them.
the city rising
With its icons dieing, and monuments
Made in stone, to give us many stories.

We are trained to draw the lines
Work to serve devil's-food cake and slurpees.

All for all and none for none
What am I here for
In my middle age left to do
But band together the few
Who are lost in their mazes.

At the end of another season
I am going around fishing holes
Catching up with a winter's fever

And will ask you here-
By that old fir tree first
we found her-

Here, is where we come to cheat our diets;
I’m so afraid I saved a date,
to go back to that first kiss  
leaves began to stumble
as legs from their limbs-
fall away and let me in.

Pop goes, the atom drops
the pale blue sky beyond my range;

within a clash of space and time
we are bound, bends the weather vane.

Where upon that field, the light green sea
to find how youth’s white flower lies;

a long life is a dream for you and me
we trace it back to Auroran skies.

So cross that tight rope -rip-in-time,
the radio plays your song, soon
when flash, that camera bangs
down the slide we come.

Copy Machines remember its makers\
Guitenberg press
Today, It stopped seeing to make my printing.
its decision was to begin. Intelligence.

Mirror, mirror me
our making me,
I'd break you,
our smiling faked.

small dog,
horrible car accident,
as I now drowse off
without comfort
without sleep,
remembering
the long
slow thud

imagine he whined softly,
at the vet, before
this final moment

he sensed his approaching sad death.

globe your many suns
with your smile,
my room is free
from whirling

whenever alone,  enter,
to these places, without a master.

golden locks
letting down bliss
hair that gathered glow
recessed sweet chills!

Lo Lee Ta
glistening and comfortable
As a dear friend

À! you're a
Good wither
As grass and flowers
And in that presence
A heart is forever.

be patient and kind, to people who are more difficult, who think they don't care enough about them

Aus Staub
bist du
geworden
-zu Staub
sollst du
wieder
worden

From dust you've become,
to dust
you shall again, in my throat
have been.

Once upon a time, we lived trapped, here-
Inside by our skins
And we were free to like them
Or leave them.

But then, i might miss
When, I first felt my tongue
on the first kiss.

where, I rolled your eyes
remembering you on my way home

whose toes rolled back up inside her shoes
loved me to be pulling her hair

to be liked like this …
to  be inside these sheets.”
to loved just once,
to leaving her
to leaving them
to resist this kind of living!

so I snuck into
your room, To your sleeping, whisper
kiss and leave
And by this way, it will only work

"And If it is true that:
You are only resting
But if you love this
Then it will awaken
As this kiss was meant to do.”

And by this, we are to find
if love is true can love them and leave them
So they can live.

And it was.

And so she did.

I should step aside
to my dreams, and find
by any, the means

if by my own stride
to make cowards, and think
of our own wings

surely then, I go...
like the one before me, who said to have known what?! and what it is "to be"... to rend what is going to be;... because that- is itself as each of you can find daily the messengers of the world.

To be me-
dreams, that are
Police, who are
Bodies, that are
My father’s, who are as a
Matchstick's head, that are as a
Thread wrapped around, who are as
all that am
the Trigger who I am
and Are, hidden that I am
as Are agendas who at the least
Are ghosts that are
As dreams that are
In every Hamlets’ who are
To be.

Every mark I try to make,
Turns into a scar;
Maybe I should just be a wallflower,
to live and die,
Till I return to the nightsky, a star.