Containers Unleash
Penned up memories of sleep
Confiding in me.

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.

don't know where to start this world whatever you are doing go to your loved ones hold them

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.

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.

If I'm your's - heart ache
I'm not responsible for
your choice of mistakes.

You can't say what we allow
Or what we will Carry ourselves
after everyone else leaves
And we are still standing here.

decide on what is natural
Move toward one artificially
generated world
  
to define skin tone pigment by
spectrometer
ill is green
or
well is pink

accept and appreciate  
meaningful work even when
afraid or
sick

The still conceived notion of never having bored a child gets
nothing out of the wanting to be.

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.

in my original line of work- my *** has little pink stars
my lips are sealed by consciousness
my heart dips - when I'm pinked up on the drink
called to the gates of the greatest thief
   and my girlfriend, who we stole her!
   she- my little pony, I refuse her whinny.

I'm happy simply.
Noone can stare into my face
*****.
Darkest glasses and kick

Tear at the linen in the middle

Of Match stick people

Give a little more
A place in you
Rush an girls

Slow down
with every word you chew
       try a different tooth
Spoon
           mana
                       off the ground

Hold still
Perplexed
One
Waits
For the other.

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.

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.

Who will Meddle with this nomination,
Give U.S. tiktok and we'll give you Biden.

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.

young tumbler
     Lightly Torches Torque
Lays outstretched in wordy
  . privledged like Likens.

Ostritch-sized ambitions
   transparently plan renting skis
crys for cracks in the big easy

   . babbied sky line runs
 anguish angles
so bored to death with sleep

Crazy our Date Calculator: Add to or Subtract From this Date
5462 days later, February 15 2021
Living till then.

I kept when dropped it
Convinced the bossto be no longer
just Us 
we were Up, in that provided comfort  
  im preped
and until sure as I am, as you are sure you are sure
to go to hide
every time it is wrong but you are the wise guy.

Chase to the little
Pigs

The black of your eyes
Remnants of color full friends
Whove left
Not forced
But by choice.

Jour needs live's breathes
  toward each takes many  

            heroes  
rescued from themselves.

you must have felt
yo are beyond this nothingness;
belief in the perhaps
what if there is something else.

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.

On What Happens -- makes what
To do out of just bad things --
                 In this is One way.

Oh that kiss made-us -
  miss one another when we're through with each other.

Homeless
Let me pray
Miss understood
Disengage

The universe is elliptical flattened
My only orientation is up
The rule is from above
what is my wake supposed to look like from down below
The dead.

Take this pic
Off the scene
Laying onside my only reason
For being here.
The living room.

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.

I can't keep clean, you say you'd hate me
   in the microphone, I screech a howl
all The ways go down I go ouch!  my liver.

You won't stop talking, I keep trying to listen,
I never felt This way down, before
it Showed me, to the silent cow, before thee.

You say you want to see me, in you
you've seen enough, I think, to choke this
The way down, Shows me
the owl whose gaze squeeze never leaves me.

I want to know where're you starring?
you will **** me there, you'd ask me
The way down , Shows me the task
Wow, I've not knelt this way before.

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
everyone else

Before time arrives.

With an idea of tattoo...
Is this your first time?
And you realize
You are being said something Too too young,
To said this is you.

Said means saying
In it's oldest English

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

Magical friend draw in
  much ? Match stickmen
  Sickly as you can,

When the burnt head threaded is twisting around,

as Is imagined I am
snaps pretty good . . .
                                   .
                                  Today By just a
                                  tricky find
                                  Me just a fish,

For The old man and the sea.

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.

You are a Wet lollipop that gets on my skin and it makes me shiver.
I want to see something that is so slimy,
  and I want to get very near to it and feel I am getting sticky
I want to get more on my hands
  or I will feel horrible.

This affirmation doesn't seem to work.

All the white beaches
Are just coral fish  
  Into dive.

My shadow,
a Cast away
seeking sunlit sands
Escaped
his form to follow

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.

In trees shadow, made out seas, Headlights come on, remember rearview mirror of my eyes
Needed so much attention
I died for you, tears are tires the ocean pulled peeling me.

You got it fast i guess
that's of me

Romance is throwing up
Dewey Decimal librarian cards
randomly call out to god
we've landed and lay ontop.

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.