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.

To make some money
Except they are broke

hear ye have been a nice rise of wheat,
already your future kids have scythed
the Old Entitlement
what keeps your replacements within these crops,  
and hearse, your arms reach many times  
to help you lay down, here.
These  New Seeds.

The only disease of being man is madness.

It was a place I bought into to replace
a blind spot on the wall,
It came without a lady in waiting.

It reminds me... of when I was talking.
.a benign story covered with a curtain.

Why
I liked to be *******

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.

The cat held men  
she was like salt sated
a leopard twitching me
her tail back and forth
operated with dignity but
to such urges Sade's song
was to me
like the Kalahari, who was dining of thirst.

Don't talk to those who can't
Imagine dancing with a wolf,
Trips you up
At twilight.

In my head, dope
picks out
The nothing clap of quick eyes
Paired with a faint hand
  gauking over much-needed else
But steady silent reflection.

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!

Why I am too quiet
                                 maybe can't be  anymore.

Sometimes
Whatever happens next.

Is Why an extension exists
Because you can't reach deeper
And how necessary is Sympathy
Is just long enough, and the depth is your crisis.

I only know about getting together and or breaking up.
It's like ice either way
I need something else.
A warm feely stat!
Just a hug ****

Just trying to connect to
Hearing them
write and then see.  
New Bff

Uh be bla beep eek

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!

before what we couldn't bare to watch
a lonely naked humiliation
long drew-out tortuous end
exhaustion suffocation
no longer able to raise itself
a last breath horribly imagined
anonymous names of recruitment literature.

always for moving
cup show me my sympathy
to reach the real and gather
work my finger and nails
each energy has been made
physically move the tides by fire
throw up to sky, earth and water
who the others attracted magnetics have

Dear November 7th at: 2:30 pm
place your guts future man five year plan,
I am asking to borrow  
my last saves past work
I dedicate 7&7 renamed
a will to drink you up and in.

to simplify our togetherness
I've become indifferent
to accenting until the end,
I'm necessary and make a difference.
  We only scratch the surface
just long enough
to escape waking up,
in each other's arms
mourning our struggle with you landing on my face - a cruel mistress is science.-
As a just punishment,  I block the sun on occasion, eclipse your heart;
and push for a motion.  
the ocean is to forever erase your footprints.

That there's nothing wrong with you is wrong with you.

Blue fun metal

roughly ground pushes us on
To release a 35 pounder we just caught- a baby carriage-
the lake was its home.

Denied drawing - God
Paused the ashes I tended
    as just -  a dark mode.

Curly hands
the second you spot me
In with
old people playing chess
Nevermind
I've become part of pattern of life.

Come poet laureate,
   define where is a hill we must fly to;
come between the fresh clear stream- song of me
and the grey downy matter no longer seen;
   call where are the cotton woods
that you lend its own silk too-

  the times did look you down
when we gathered in a great northern mass
and we dialed back the ways to heaven
and little by little died in the same way
within the lake full of our own feathers.

Come Laureate where up on the *hilt of gander lays.

how many times must I ask why
the snow birds fly
nor the girls draw me water\at the Christian college

Almost free before the same dream i
Come to the door to come out.

the dance to end
kings and queens don't step aside
and I stood a line for this.

we had our chance
so I make room for someone else
and I stood in some line for this.

with human resolve
for every death they promised to cure
and I stood in a line for this.

and for my children's children to survive
when I couldn't bare to have to see them here
I stood in that line for this.

places I go fill
crows ring my ear circling
belly's laughing sore.

...

a shadow
is rejoiced when it fades
given it a right to the gloom
coming in in all directions
normally unmagnificent
  it plays and blows with kisses,
to drive the after light away!
and with doing so
made it different.

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

Clippings of them are not needed so I toss in
To See what's maybe in my own Thoughts.

If extra men can make it matter,
Here we are matter.
Glassey eyed
a minute of a life written in black and white.
Does it matter where you've been but only what you are inside.

->~-.-  listening to your streams
waves of materials
we wear uncanny  
....virtually, snap Disappear
lost feeling without you
ghost on a deserted island
selection of your ocean,
  takes me down to the bare floor
  for human - i will pass
without you i feel uncanny
not doing a **** thing

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.

Understudy,
you fathom deeper
wetter
just to be better

bouncing below
your grey outlines
filed down by the times

one criticism! done Ruthlessly,
gets to you, but you know what
would be a better telling

and you're not wasting
all that good talent,
to be saved.

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

Not In front of a hydrant,
Or the whatever is a drop off zone
Or near bye any side of your private residence
What is a public street
And what is civilization being sabatoged.

Teach me to decide
Decode
I can't
Nuts
But listen

Waded out    -  these things
Drived into.     Until . . . The waves
end
                        -  Always onto.

How can you become stumped by the ordinary where you were going
And I wanted to.
It was.

I'm amazed to be alive

You are demeaning
demeanor means to me
is that you're just mean.

Needing: in the small breath I’m holding,

that from other people’s conversations,

cutoff in my element listen alone,

withered thinner easily grovel or stoop,

to the conventions of others years
who involved my art with money.



Here: a smile is waiting reposed,

it's poor rendering despised,

what bosses her heart,

squeezing paint out in a new way,

the tender old accumulating inside
beauty behind rehab.




Appreciation: what colors work engauge,

my manners strengths to help when,

youths arrow light or dark I can't recall,

your newborn art rage was abandoned.



Portrait: sitting down suddenly slumped,

a coffee shop to hang these up in,

there is that someone or that so-in-so,

worse than mine should I need to compare,

why there are artists asking her to pose.



To age someone: many blinks it takes,

to the light, to the air, in confidence,

I am so aware what it is to make,

things wanting to be sold to this *****,

crooked smile or non-brushed-hair
a window to the world she was remade.

Use love for the ones who make it
And you can never be perfect enough
Subjugation is to become phenomenol

practice with kids for the best good *** you can
Over coming oneself rather than being replaced

Is known by another poet's form
Can you do or say it in a Pinch
as strings of words wind and become looplike lapse of reason to know

And to be able to just throw them out
As any greenware potter
just to challenge any new try
lumpless
Ball waits around to be lifted

Do as many practices as it takes to form
And to make enough money to keep
What I do: One is in my simple woods a declaration at Walden,
Henry David Thoreau
is to exercise good observation.

Henry David Thoreau describes the treezing and thawing of the pond, and recounts his experiments to measure the depth and shape of the bottom of the supposedly "bottomless" Walden Pond

imprecise yet effortless
Scratch your self
Just a. Dance

I've no trouble's
Rubbing it off my nose
Once in the noose
Finders keepers.

Walls leap from underneath  
                    sighs to the lamps on the stairs help my blind climb
                          as I hang around. Papers on the door
         burn
               apologize I've not returned yet
                       shaken by a cold understanding  
how I've become distracted,
This has been nonsense.

on the hedge of taking it off
likes others walks with no mask
while talking on the cell phone, seems ok but I dare not.

yeah! it's Nice, real freed to see you
absorbed in facing it.

I don’t like wearing pants
and then there’s the rules,
skirts or masks
need to be lifted.

Thank you for
Enduring what you had to