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.

Stevie is best bro
Everybody
           SPORTs Steve
   Who's
           Goes goes and goes yo

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

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.

the aroma of cigarettes after *** -
     We see
       With our "eyes"
  Under
your  
spell

   you Play with
   something shallow,
    characters seen in books
    yet to be found

   And we fall in
   for the first living thing. which happens to be so literal.

I love you more than My own Thoughts are Much Ado about nothing,

we look without risking anything by looking-in.

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.