Laying in white folds and wishing
To be paid by mail.  He will see the wooden pin glued  to our white box.  
A pin that no longer snaps nor springs down to lock  its soft splintered jaws.  
It works with what it has not trying
To be what it once was when it hung
And sprung  more then  its weight of wet clothing in the yard.

The night is beautiful
And lonly as it is
The tastes of brawny men
Awoke  her from her sleep
Cedar and lavender
Odors stirred by the air!


Oh you beastly sweaty hunks my
Salt snow melts, be my neck, be mine all mine!  Oh shred my  buttons away, and rage with your howls through my breast!

The dead black  quilt falls across my face.
His purr puts me down and I sleep.

Beef is like nothing.
Chicken is Fine.

The old worthless winter dies.
Daffodils go to work.
An early bird bombs sidewalks!

Black and topped Whit swirls
My hands make refuge on
Thin feelings.
Forget your glasses!
**** the phone.
I love you.

This kid was fired
currsed
ready to rap
born with trials
sleepy with credentials
ready for theworld as a whole
tired of leaving it slivered
unborn in the case
resurrected with champaighn
and solve poor boy
makes it roar
upon the streets
roars make beats
we live it all
unabrasive
worlds far away
from stardom
bricks spouting freedom
take this
and tell me
if we all deserve
to be ourselves
ring love
with seldom days
when earth went to far away.
troump with that head
marble in freedom
brake asty verse
make it your resume
your life's work
is everything you do
quit playing aces and
skip around the decks
lift your eyes in the brine
see everything as sunchine
take every breath and think
in the unwakable places
make a dark mine lite with
golden cqracels a dream against
unrully time
listen in
keep your Whit's thin
look at every stranger
and know what they are.
cry through ur life
walk in nite
listen to your mind.  
it's always part 1