I laugh my *** off
just thinking about
ripping a hole
in your fat sweat pants
until I got a hair caught in my throat. (I'm choking.)

   You OK?

well.. I'm having a coughing fit.
(I'm turning all red.)

    Can I help?

I'm drinking a cup of water.    
(running to the kitchen, choking wildly fumbling
through the cabinets, looking for your cups)

    Come back to me, lover.

I'm washing the cup now?

What's right with your kids -
        better they know what's on wrong.           t  r  a  c  k  s  . . .
                       We've not covered.

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'!

There you are in the open
Sweet dreams
A likeable quiet smile
The unrest, stare at them fixed.

It will not break free
farthest-away it spans—
a line and the middle seam.
the bridge
from breath to belief,
from ridge to ridge
the beginning to the end.


In a whisper of a fall
The tightrope pulled taut
gravity beneath us

---------------------------------------------------
walking the arc tremor
My path half-phased,
      each pause a beating errors
  
     
Hold the Blue dot aloft,
With a string
draw a line right through it
‐-‐-----‐‐‐----------------------------------------
    Higher­ still,
a balloon’s great lift
pulls the same thread
in an upward cloudless drift


---‐‐‐-----------------------------------
It's about two city blocks,
or two football fields end-to-end.

hung from
a Span of 600 feet and does not break
From the Lines own weight

------the Catenary Curve—
the shape of a flexible string
or
suspended cables staked
between two points
under its own weight


The rope between
two tall trees in a park,
or two light poles
on either side of a small canyon or wide field.

If going up. Vertically

lift with 12-ft helium balloon
(1,284 feet of rope):(1/4" polyester braided rope),
  the arc/sag/tension

This is just under the height of the Empire State Building

In open terrain,
it would look like a thread rising endlessly vanishing
into the sky.

o---------------- sag (~20 ft) ---------------o
   |                                             |
  [Pole]                                     [Pole]
   |                                             |
   |            ~400–600 ft span                 |
   |                                             |
   ~ Ground
--------------------------------------------
Cool morning hours: Air is denser and less turbulent as in
Clear skies

The rope appears like a glowing wire
it vibrates slightly in the hour
of light as
defying nature's usual paths.


Vibrations hum through the string,
like a long, single harp note.

It carries even distant footsteps or balloon-tugging winds

Cool in the morning, warm by noon  .Curios path that doesn’t fall.

Slight quivers beneath my feet, are enough for us to hang on to
‐--------------------------------------------------
Others below might find the line Suspicious of its height--




The string—whether hanging across  the sky—
weight and lift
are my partners in tension.

Forevery step is a study in my balance---
we chase distance or meaning.
----------------------------------------------'---

Whose ***** is she,
someone stands on the corner,
influencing the planets with her sign
did **** take a hit?

pain. take care
sweet heart
deliver to me inside me hurts

The names of plants are plenty -
incant and hope in chemicals
the ground to rise or give up.

Messages are soon delivered on trains
We are the World
her horrible tragedy is over,
And what minerals selling
points to the plot,
In comedy.


The scene photograph
peirces me in these pictures
wheels white and soundless
A good show in goldleaf
, and know little else-
for i am alone in her theater
without her,
Just me and my pipe,
now, simply existing;
a heaven on earths i do not care for.

Time in Doses too little
Love my libel on his word,
just asked in my bible.

I'll be someone's lesser,
now, firmly believe in pain
wandering begger
and blindly pulling off
all that I've gathered inside
A hypodermic needle.

So long ago and far away
to the frosty night
I traveled on that pipe
so far to or from
When it will begin

carry a tune,
caligraphy,
darned socks
we're all aboard and
A Northern wind
Spirit gifts us.

Horrors
were just time spent quilting
A train pulses
its pillow smoke
as she hushs the neighbors to sleep
along the tracks
Erased the last few yards.

her beautifully closed eyelids
meets next to each stop
Steam rises up to my nostrils
as pulsing dreams
I was
Loved once in traveling
in those pillows that gather up on the down thrusts.

We are the world as theives
to old pipers music,
notes inside the body
of these discordant tunes.

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
Signs
no matter how futile my order in a long line
at Chipotle
and the cooks eating  my order
creates caos in me.

Dr rag. Reduce

It's  quiet beautiful
A present danger
I'm clenching here
say we
have come this far

Throwing up prayers and throwing on masks are not optional.

to what I don't know-what you don't know
     and to that I raised my hand;

to two- I don't know too; and with that
    I came to believe to know what you do.

To be with is
Someone who takes
Your smile
Worth a picture.

I envy you standing
The threshold of your own
Experience.

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.

Here we are
Run down batteries
You take care of
Me
highway
80,000 thousand
Run out into the Sunshine
May it be. O' this is the radiator.

Inhale
Pull up
These bisseps.
And So. You are
Just beginning
A way to the
present.

My body out
like the art museum
  hanging
Daring care look
In my Closet

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
time sordidly
cherry cordial
whatever missed I'm friendly,
I give you my courtesy.

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.

I offer up in small devotionals
All my HOLISMs to their Almighty Vigils
  as a Creed
In vain hope that These credits work
  as kryptonite.

The video store had
Lucy starring 'Scarlett Joe' but they don't frickin care to discuss speghetti westerns
in this country for No old men and when or why
a section of *** was gone with the wind; he or she is just a name and to say  I'm a boy "boy" is good luck.

You're tools crafty, you're the number
old slotted, kindly and numb
cutting our fingers, doc,flyme a little doogie

If you can tell a friend
    That you are sad is beautiful.

I know what you think
open book my mind  casts down
, - )
Sad angry orphan

I don't want to wake
I am in a dream.

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.

Every few years, I forget who or what I'm doing
4-5 hours lost, to trans global amnesia,
I wake up, haven flew around in circles
      and at a road stop, in semi trailer traction
       no doctor can determine the cause
of why I can't remember,
of what am I suppressing;

how I wished in dreams, THEY would go away,
the describable things they've done
that makes being human.

Every few years, I forget I'm a saint
4-5 hours of acute pressure,
a signal,

         I wake up crucifix-
       my dark roots, i don't blame you
for it, I came along
    I can't end this
or dismiss it to places and win.

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.

I am to grow down to your garden, and talk to the flowers
and I pretend I was succulent and we grow back but never tired.

cut me into three pieces
you work the land by quarters
watching me,
perhaps you whose arms felt like lead.
I gave you rotten things when I grew up
but terribly feeling that I was being laughed at.

So below, I sew with these branches to you
grow back and intertwine. We are the behaviors of the briars
and we are familiar.

Every break from the mirror  light, a prism hurting me.
I'm necessary
Just to look.

I'm sep ar ated

Tornadoes don't wait
 leans in to watch
    Takes over
us
    turns
     with
         a
           kiss

I swing at you down by the greens
we just lowered to an idle
and switched for me
caught me up somewhere, dear Sympathy.

I did not have to look to see you like me
  what you mean
you were warmth and about to show me
you had secular laughs.

mouthed liked toadstool
lillies of the desert
dirt all over my dreams
you went the down wrong way,
and up is now down inside me.
i am as Two girls on a swing-
go down in sweatpants.

crudely scribbled sick
but LOUDLY
   in a Fat Black Sharpie Marker
torn, duct taped up by
old grey hair beggar
   in wheelchair

who barley can hold on:
crumpled cardboard sign

#   ANY HELP
     GOD BLESS.  #

  Or

  Drip.merch.bussin.dope.sic
Curvy bratty rich colors beautified job cursive writing by
  teen dancing twirling

barley can hold onto their jeans:
thin white posers

#  °°○○ScHOol Car Wash○○☆☆
;)        ☆☆ help just $5.00.   #

Daddy **** self sleep asp

The power of you is still on my mind
I come; I'll run
Sometime..
.. leaving my baby

"How longs forever?"

                Alice asked --
The White Rabbit  
    
   "For you, one second."

I'm enough to deserve
To trust

Look into wisdom
Let go

Guided
Barefoot

Stop by the frig
Grab a diet beverage

Enjoy what is received
In meditation

Pinhole camera contained yawns
Of fairies at my mazes
a manicured perfect lawn
Of hearts anxious to leave
Ones Bare foot religion
#me too
New at doing nothing.

Over and over, day to
day
come and go
   to stay in, place them
to wander
    aspects make
shapes slow
they dissolve in too
then wonder
    sharing how far we
can go.

bittersweet Lava,
the blue breath sprays
  the paint of the ocean
the sentiment of your River
Trecks back to pig buried under beach
   of Happy fools, that let
the Sand in your wet swimsuit
left drying on your Rocker,
Flip! that first string of pearls through  
the Summer air.
of *Wagner

Confess
And alls forgiven
Things are Destroyed
And won.

Under them lengthen  the evening comes... sky your Lover's work is done.
              
Whether it lasts, I do not know or where'd it ceased to dream of me.

swimming eyes laughing
underwater gulping clean
kindness over me




Such a sad day
I interviewed for a cemetery grounds keeper position in rememberence of today.



I Think It's Going to Rain Today
Song
by
Randy Newman
1968,
Song was
covered by many artists, Norah Jones is this one.

Broken windows and empty hallways
A pale dead moon in the sky streaked with gray
Human kindness is overflowing
And I think it's going to rain today
Scarecrows dressed in the latest styles
With frozen smiles to chase love away
Human kindness is overflowing
And I think it's going to rain today
Lonely, lonely
Tin can at my feet
Think I'll kick it down the street
That's the way to treat a friend
Bright before me the signs implore me
To help the needy and show them the way
Human kindness is overflowing
And I think it's going to rain today.

https://youtu.be/8YcerSbxEWo?si=vyJPlcCs7krjZOR1

24 hour dance with wolves

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.

to be alive
***** pretty little children can
laugh as sons of man
pretty children can tell
what's not alive, and what has survived,
and what it means
to be alive.

to paw away with a broken thing
try to sell what it did and save
The more I know I can give away.

Looking inside anything. i become enthrawled with color
Hanging things
Not dancing with my partner.