To my own crime
  smoke detectors were set off
Unsolved, I say oh well

       the tab at the bar
       like a joke thinks is woke
       mirrors others They've been

The whole place
  Leans on  past Exorcisms.

You are drifting around just long enough
So...

I then begin to like you
And dream but
when I'm not around long enough
Remember you are just around long enough as a cloud

Why should I listen to you
I woman be or other:
Am.
No m.
As a sneeze listened to and nudge others.

today turns into just another
   without a point for long
   too long to make it take shape
   cloud bursts what is expected
and the in's and out's of day to day dreams are naked when waking,
  try to stay tuned into their nothing
  like on a cemetery road, wonder
  how long to go about it, wander dare down the road, how far🚶‍♂️go
uniqueness isn't mine to dismiss.

Dangling lazy their wet thumping legs,
my tongue bit that blanket pulled from me,

off with my clothing, your eyes hid nothing
happily, here after, in drinking;

Olives dream of the Sun
Once that held wumpa
To be a hole,
And in these last years I’ve
Held back biting at any one,  

I missed being Inside you;
or spelling you, and your howls.

as a son, we’ll ‘one up’ at once - get up - step up –
and box it or beat it –Ours is to keep it–
to Pain? ...a crown is made for you,
to the dawn’s made to speak of it,
to the time is made to keep it….

roll over seeing green
 
    good is being seen, losing sight,
just to be wearing black, is bad

good is a stout man, who likes a fine wine, tastes it badly
having lost his touch, finds losing touch,
a place,
   as likely to be in, that bad
and she likes.

his listening, still good,
his fast forward button still bad.

    and when his bad became good, and popping his gums still bad
she rolled into an umbrella.

smelling as rich as a merchants goods, overwhelmed
with having to be good,
        and smells the bad.

I will not even imagine you if  we do.

St Expedite,
  you're laid to rest
  when we are at the final end
  run through me
  bridge you've built
  now lay in pieces
  move me toward peace!

Who knows more than you
  one wish of commandments
  can we choose differently
  by the time you read this
  I can see you
and if in the same moment I can feel
I will truly genuflect
and I will objectify my belief
that I will in the same time be true
and the object I seek to work
worship never never truly expires!

  And I know you would stand up
in the minute six feet under
and say, "your wish is granted!"
what armor is light?

Be my guide carry me through the pain  
orient me alone as with others
so I won't refuse anyone
provide me with what creates,
shepherd who listens
pass all that onto me
so I can stand as you and inherit
and by the still waters
welcomes to sit
joining these bricks by bricks inside me
venerations without resistance!

   With your red cloak
whose militant quick action
chose death and made life come together
immortal eternal spirit
help my body temple
help the object of worship whom helps
find me on my way back
from the villa on the hill of illusion forgets
the intelligence of the world is all that artifice
Yesterday and Today with Tomorrow
   All is here in His Presence!

   St. Expedite , Today is for you.
I burn this white candle
St. Expedite, Today is for what
you wanted that this everyday
not be the second, make first what I wish:
   never another day be wasted.

  You Do know
why you came for this
and agree with what I ask for.
All there is is this to know directly
this is your power skyward!

  And I DO know this much
granting wishes
only works when you're here.
I know you.
and you can help me.
   Out of Love, You're the selfless warrior.

I call on you St Expedite
your name to be known
induced again and again
with Godspeed I make no mistake
who raised up what brings no shame
Saint Expedite lights this flame!

which eyes say,  by yes,
which eyes say,  by no,
   the eye's have it, quest say, by so,
to each good-day bested, by the ship called, Surprise!

You pass me by every day
And ignore the floor
Wouldn't it be nice just take some time
Drop down Give me a hug.
crazy how we make it happen.

I am in an office that has to be happy
  but butter defines my happiness better
When asked if I was happy happy?
Au contraire, just that...
....I am happy happy happy :)!

Talk to a thin
Knows when to leave
0504

A is for al'zheimmer,
    -the mighty forgotten hammer of Al;
B is for bed,bathroom&beyond+,
    -where moms go to lose their minds,
C is for the singing we are going to the Clinic song,
    -just another timeout with shots,
D is for dinosaur,
    -a fossil.

Rolling along a cardboard sign
I Amused, myself stopped to endure, more than patrol cars tired to give chase,
Hide behind as a skirt can try to reel me in, Are troll feelings even real?

Hi! Will whoever has the vacuum cleaner let me know when you're done with it please?

Soh!ound would you like to live a life that is delicious
Shamenanonam
Jellied

Red rover read
  Send  it or end it, [over]
Turns on a ;[)ime

can ignoring get it to leave?

he's just an old flame
    and she only
knows the number and
names every time, she scratches

    and she gathers up sticks to burn
effigies of him and it remains
even more present.

There were these flowers that were small and until
You sat down in them and
Decide this is as i am
deciding for the rest of us
What that's like, they were great.

you flowed to love
and were below the other,
and chased. and stood.
but not understanding.

Life is short and this rock is
                too fragile  
to be pining away at a broken heart!

slow across the rain
the vinyl hat dripped
your birthday cake over
lit for a month and a day.

slow across the rain
the vinyl hat dripped
your birthday cake over
lit for a day and a month.

For a piece of me

   Climb more of these large Pupiled 
  
   pined kindle Faces

Play the instrument you were born with.

The body is not an object, a mere tool at the disposal of the soul, one that each person made a spouse of according to his or her own will, but it is a constituative part of the human subject, a gift to be received, respected, and cared for as something intrinsic to the person.

Catholic health care services must not perform interventions, whether surgical or chemical, that aim to transform the ****** characteristics of a human body into those of the opposite *** or take part in the development of such procedures.

USCCB doctrinal note on the Moral limits to technological manipulation of the human body. March 20th, 2023.

Death's quick door gets closed-
  nearly missed - says, "I'm free to
    Come by tomorrow."

Why did it not matter your blank facade
wide hands slides Upholstery
Arabic, I can see the lightease
Danced with the Chocolates
We held together through the night
to all thy cold goose bumps.

your breastplate
a first rate version of yourself
a second rate copy
of someone tells

Why? Did the chicken cross the road? Because it just got it's head chopped off.
just is the reason
blind justice.

Hell is a hug
Know I know! I'm nowhere

Make me things
wearing thin by riches
   So I may add a strike to it
With my cantos
the worn out way of honing a talent became a muse
Where one word gets many

Lick my fingers ***** the wick,
Table candle, soft and slow.

That flame lit up the cigarette
And crackled like a secret I stole.

Cough at first, a hole to fill
a hollow crave its bitter bit

From cigarettes that are not still,
Shadows lead where they could--

A needle’s kiss, bite a broken pill
promised thing I misunderstood.

I told myself I’d stop when I was grown,
but somehow, every path led me astray. Ash ashes ashtray
Each lie I spun became a stepping stone;
each lover’s touch just swept the guilt away.

They called me names: a "*****," a "wild child," "bad."
The doctor’s eyes would narrow when I spoke.
My father’s face turned hard, his heart so sad,
but still, I laughed and vanished in the smoke.

The candle’s flame still flickers in my mind,
its warmth now gone, its light a ghostly hue.
It burns to ashes, leaves me cold and blind—
I wish I’d snuffed it out when I was new.

the wall you found me in-
   the head makes your hands shake
with years, become friends,with it
    takes the world, just a day
-just to become, one with it.

how many days before this becomes like, a media *****
how tweets enforce our opinions and import the madcap slur
I will #clap to dance purple, go as acid rain  
held with church kneels in my purple color

in plastico flip-flops riding to los lamos
to the other side find johnny darko
singing to Baja sol-a-ding-dang
turned to eating in your fringed shorts
bananas and me in my pajamas.

migrate hibernate or tough it out
impressive smell of your ****
did you kick me when left
idk i was drunk

Where Jesus son takes up the cross

Render your heart not your clothes
Fast and wash your face before
You bring out the art and make apparent
what lives without the ability
to pay rent before you parent.

Once you hit the ground you run

2/26         9 : 3 0 A M        1 0 : 0 0 A M           1 1 : 0 0 AM
UbPn      Red Green   /  stud treatment  /   5 minute scream

joy >
Hey dud, what's up with that spike?            < Her man
joy >                                                           I payed for this.
What does that mean?                                   < Her man
                                ..., the texture of my heart... had little bumps.

Precious precosious

Oval faced and sunny
the door banging opens up
By Sunset dead, but will.

I don't remember, but
You're trying to help me
Ah-leui-n..
I started saying I'm alloween
When alone because saying ahhlownnn was too depressing.
to write it happy write this makes my poem feels soo reeeal.

We are a center of nerves as
       filaments of
       fretting pieces of gratuitous
       cruelty, absolute torture or
       insanity
                become empowered
                of a conditioned mind
                as a habit breathes

  , what is strange and unnatural
        customs build by craving for
        what fills the unfathomed
        void,
  , have by conjured up spectres,  
        half-remembered dream,
        depends upon on a fate
        as one inhales substances,
  , to expel
        their hands bathed in blood
        hug the destroyer to this
        gloom of desperate
        starvation, pain, and
        nakedness, begins to hunt
        
, to place a cathedral
   that which terrifies us in
    sleep and fall into short
    trances to take away.

Mimes handed off bombs
Detached by One eye - slowly
  tears Run down their face.

Everyone I passed was neat, well intended, loved awhile
A habit of back alleys, bored places, I did what was easy   flickering a light.
Saving...

In the desert of this space,
it is difficult to focus on anything less
than ten minutes long,
except this moment, when these two
just so happened to be sitting on the same pace.

Oh....it’s rough,
A lot of my family and friends died out there
but You understand what is number one.
you are full of small, neglected, unnoticed, beautiful places
And it’s true of people like us, forgotten people unnoticed people
we ARE really something.

There is no pressure here, no pressure to conform,
or to meet other people’s expectations,
there is a chance to search your soul,
find out what you value – who you want to be
and do that, no press to relate to.

Right now, I write.
I write, I sleep, and I eat.
I learned a lot about hygiene,
I used to be ocd,
But I’m changing.
I gave away all my possessions
But I kept two suits of clothing,
One dish, one spoon, that’s all I’m going to need.

If you’ve been rejected by family, loved ones, society,
Whatever… you can go out to these, here, deserted spaces
and by you alone, like this
well in here, I feel you...

Alive as Terra
There's Distant smoke in her eyes
So fine a way.

the spice captures
as  Cartesian thought
like dune came before the wave lays
     can I,
become just as Eve, separated
from good clay.

tremor in the sand
   combs
     my left side
lamps of an orange air.
  
We men would share a glimpse
stopped
Under the ice and
steal the water of life.

   upon my face the glacier
    needlessly points
to thy face
deep spaces
   speaks to every
   a needless wave, my name
north crevasse
  a weird word peals the way.

Adaption can save a child poem,
it is unusual, here,  and it is unusual in America for adaption;

I think it not unusual in Japan, esp. for a Haiku, parents
a poems adaption, is for those who have none;

but I think should become more unusual.