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

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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

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.

24 hour dance with wolves

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.

Response to trauma to keep others from feeling the same trauma I went through keeps me from feeling I will ever truly heal from my own,
recovery is so repeatedly vicious,

Life is scary with all the normal experiences.
unimaginable what you are going through.  This  __ can
makes me truly sad and angry and afraid all at time,
I love you brothers hang in there.

Here is your mail
I wouldn't run out on you
Left for a wolf howl
Grey without Patience
Amazon

Strange you never knew like a kiss
Sparkled
Blue covered
I could have you.

this you would say loudestly
As a hug pillow
Doesn't take up much space
Night sweats
Self induced.

I lost myself
   or my ability to change aisles from another lane,
      and just like spreading eagle
moving on up
to an east side aisle
choosing    them...

because they are robbing us blind anyway.

The late walk in my nightgown  i picked myself up
and
      f
        e
          l
            l,
to the ground
A kiss
a girls last time.

shintsha?
A land lover leaves Disease is just the edge of what we know and leave behind
What language is love.
I've never spread why.

Show us a good time
 For Curtain calls backlit
glance
         paused feet pickups

I wadell.

Stopped undressed
Me too
Die with tweets
Enough But .... What?message
Rouge 1 is getting.

Sit and sing feels love

The deer with the broken leg and the birds broken
Wing, kinda creepy
To just watch nature play these cards

Place a axe that
Doesn't budge
in the tree.
Agravation.
Sneaks, a fog, or the abundance.

I'm not part of the business but
I am the business.
Somebody would come after me.

best to avoid peoplsituathings
Because of the impulztoharme
and words cannot makethemup
makes me want to watch
And not trust my own mind;
IjustLurk

The Liquor store clerk
my clear mask has big momentum
Iwanna kiss and we laugh
Every day.

As what! blankets
in
with nothing
But.

Paper legs pay no attention
under my tears
Ttremble hot and wet
Eschewing erasers
Never has my pencil
Made contact.

Seconds
are guesses
Which hand moves faster
Then snap your fingers

To the sudden fall I wheat,
and my own life, tried to save but face, a horrible misunderstood nature of my existence;
all the meaning of life is
I confess was to escape it.

I defy these hands are a dome
that scream unseen
that turns back economics
the other half of me gets drunk
includes women and children
the other life was interesting
how much did you think this worth
when was a tower center.

Poverty won't starve -
. If in always, it knows me
This Life, I can have.

Makeup is a mystery
Our hands mirrored
fills me drawing a way
To keep your eyes bathed
Lumbering at why.

To Bobby,
So calm
I'm going to  sleeps.
But we gonna
Wake her *** up.

Why am I so dumb
It sits inside me a wall between us, a machete
I couldn’t learn fast enough that I was unhappy.
Instead of saying or affirming “Yes” you take down the past poems.

Bit by bit, the voice inside my head ate and ate.
Leave myself alone.  I didn’t ask for help.  then my period.
The company you keep…why should I have stayed on, or longer.
amazed at the part of me was to say how bothered.
The pencil is the thing, the hand the thing, and erasing is not,
Do I realize when I’m in trouble then my eating hand hates.
Instead of saying or affirming “Yes” you take down the past poems.

I’m angry I’ve not tried to save others, eating bread alone.
What would have happened had I not told on what was said. But left it inside other women to tell me,
Find me Moby, find me Godly, are you a white whale?

Should I be chasing cans like a stray dog, till i make you smile
that is not me but you take me home
I can’t receive if I don’t believe.  so i run away.

every night I’m having one of those recurring dreams
Thrown into the middle of a big city, searching for my baby
NY
and I don’t pickup the gum stick on subway rails
I know its not free candy.

this is me.