Young spiked headed lovers
Orange like silken hairs sprouting
On salmon eyes.
You can only die!

We dreamed until we would die.
My father still holding his whiskey
My mothers sloppy forgiveness.  
The kitchen roaring and swaying
Louder then bottle rockets Screaming across the restless suburbs.
For one nite we faded like a universe of
Creation.   For one nite we came back like comets predictable yet unforgettable.  
For one nite we didnt scream.
For one nite we lit up the world.

Clear me up
Show im fake
Clear me up
Im walking
Runaway
Come back now
Dont go out
Its tempting
But return
Please dont waste
Your hard work

I get it
Not enouph
People make
Nothing true
You feel cold
Fight the lies
Its not you
What matters
In your head
Cant get flight
Play and try
Make it yours
Wait until
You become
One like them
It happens
To us all
Eventually!


Roll it out
The freedom
On your time
After hour
Nbody looks
Get out now
Stay at home

Listen to it!
Call it back
Dont flip shut
The offer
So they say
Its *******

One more round
If its you
Somebody
Will lesten!

See around
Pool tables
Chicken thighs
Frozen ice
Coke mixes
Everything
Your confusing.

No god please
Ive heard it
Im leaving
Let me go!

The golden lemons
Go by.  

A jet of fire we cant
Catch.

my mouth opened with like a catchers glove
and stopped a rat from running away home.
Nothing else was meant to be enjoyed more
then the vine i tossed away like a free walk.

Unapleable Malcolm slept
I dont understand his goals
Of looking a wayward.  
He could of had his fill.  
It would be the work from work
How his friends worked todo away with.  The weird word in work.  Malcolm's word weird like undendentiable DNA.  
So many routines cloning  over repeatingly lapping like red ants.  
All the hours of day became more over themselves rather than every short spout of ingnorance.   The future totaled every amount sweat spent on inferior wastes of clock and thin hands.  His investable mind watched As time going while his chances aged until the idea became mildewedl over the already resting smells of rotten stairs.

His arm has no pupil
Because her carnage is inhuman.
But we all know how she's eating
He knows what she's keeping.
Because her eyes are not living.
But her hunger is killing.

soon twenty five more
as if years felt like a
rush to not fall down
those grey drips
who cancel words like
bare naked eye or pleasant
life.  Never get the chance.

Oh how the streets
Make wonderes  smile
Even when failure
Has let them down
They see the home coming bus
Still reads ten and all the stops can
Slow down their minds
Into the trance of time
to teach  patience is not being alone
In the world of missed chance
Still smiling away feeling how great ful
It was to be out and about.

Queen-  my years in the scattered pebbles.  Each weigh of my feet and hands get closer to the sand.  
So I will drown where was he laid.  
I see no more alive
I won't survive my life.  
So let me drift with this sea.

One of all Is here
The unwashed blanket
And cups.  
My black cat comes back

The gulls become packs of namads
And the burnt out  soul begins  to
Curse at the dim skyline
And never apreciates
Looking into the sweet taste of grapes
Inside a brown paper bag.
But in reality the birds could care less
One has an apple
One gets a seed
Calling  the cry
As if passed from one generation
Like a mother gives away her soggy brown eyes.

The weeks are skipping and flashing my eyes dancing like red fire crackers
In summertime
And the heroic children run sword in hand beating the weeping  cherry blossoms until every corner of city sidewalk is flowered with piñata petals and hope of a better life.

But nevertheless I hear you can know what noise inclined inside our Sunday night before dark blue an hour job of bounds sorrows in brittle glass ball pen in here air zones to know how noise did it.
never on Sunday night at times I have you still how much I love to know the noise.   For another day and an amazing time.

There's waldo selling
Pictures of British gardens
Over the wet concrete.
Can some man
Get lost like many have
Over delusions
Of romantic poverty
Maybe he can get
What he wants
Like the dream
Of getting a mansion
Older then your ancestors.
Some say its a haunted
Because the old myth
Says stick with what you got.

Who cares if this dies in hell
It's ironic:

Perhaps it was the fudge or the twenty beers you had at your bosses wake.  Never the less you see a dark alley open up and you want to bottle neck your self out of your cloths.  A few friends join you its what friends do for eachother after a funeral.  The streets are dull and the gas lites are only monuments left from the days we crawled out and walked back in our caves.  A misquito breaks curfew and seduces the skin on your neck.  But it feels more and more insane like wearing a tuxedo to the gym to avoid playing racket ball with your dead boss.  You think for a moment and have seizure on in the cab of your friends chevy.  Your eyes roll back and for a moment youve felt the blinding dance of not knowing what will happen next.

Hey man
I know why
You fought me

She said
She said
she said

Its getting icy

Our bodies crumble like thawing  berries

He gasps and and exales with his cheap door open.

I have a delima because...

How can he trust my honesty.  

We watched our son replay a delusion
How can we sit and tell him reality doesn't mean eternity.  
I'm only close...
He holds his licked breathing, one bridge  could hold his body in a
White pearly coffin.

No matter how he grows my husband forgets he is crazy.  Some how jobs go awry,  jokes, humor, pleasure and reality mean: he will die toothless and unhappy.  

I told him in a truthful drunken nite:  
You are homosexual because I never watched you kiss or grab a can of red paint.  He only works for his drunkedness.  But he gets better, because he want the music he can't transpose.  He wants something he can't understand to translate Into genuis.  I am a mother...
I am a women who can die from bee stings.

I hope he comes home before I fall asleep.

One quick touch
One space
She came in
The same place
He ran out.
She had had to much.

A full entire elegy
Will be seasoned
And sold
Saving our
Souls from
The precursor whose cold.

what is there to criticize!
We fear what others think
And think our passions dead.
Failure  We fail by believing what others
Never said.
We create everyone's judgement
Do not fear death you cannot
Stay in bed.
We fear what others think and
Think our passions dead.

Look over the rodadendrans hanging leaves with out your drought and thirst or your fathers face apearing through patchy relationships and un c lipped promises you both watered and clipped for your mothers sun centered peice glassy with white sap.  Our desperation will finally cry.

I try the starlite
But burn my ghost to death
Cursing the moonstruck
Nite.

A mirror of feirce fire
Whistles at the cold
The blazing sizzle of rain
Can barley spit
With out a breath I know
my heart
Is running wild!

The dwares caressly flew out like bats
itching to just get a chance

Fuckck?

When the moon erupted
I knew I missed my chance
To capture the outside world
Because I was always to lazy
To leave my own ambitions.
The moon eruptred and I missed
My shot at changing life forever.

The heavens cry open exposing joy.
Out every star we see our lovers
Moving and dancing in universal
Order.  And forget we ever lost
The view of someone we loved.

**** me now!
I have seen the moons hidden holes
The clouds move with narrow marks.
The houses stay!
The wild dog leaves to go in for the nite.
The washer stops humming.
The fan keeps turning.
The tiles a movment for grime and unclean hairs.
The waters a dying gasp for the brutal lover
Let me hold you!

The smooth and oiled wrap
Of hushed water
Calming through every wave
A starfish brines
To bath in what ever sticks
Cold to hold
The chance never got away
To breath some air.
And grab a decent thing when it came.

It only takes   one lovers ruptured heart
Can it be restored like a fragile piece of art.  
Or did the fire break their integrity apart.  
Can lovers make a brand new start.
Or will the news be piercing like a dart.
And is there enough sugar to **** it's ****.  
Can lovers make a brand new start.
Or will they fold like Collums  of metal carts.
Can lovers make a brand new start

in a snip of steaming
iron
a fire
ignited

Joey defrancesco  
Jazzes up  the house flyes
Just "in that order".

Spoons of coffee grounds
Slam my  procrastinations
Some dark thoughts are lost

A "mellow mood" ripens

The earth is full of what ever we want.  
A Boxman wipes her away and keeps his round.
Galileo was ready to jump off
If it meant Huxley could make a brave new world.  
The only thing that falls first
Is a dream
Rite next to it is reality
I still don't know what
Landed before.  
Maybe the dream I never
Told my mother

I can't wait to miss you and feel the wild birds
Run out and flush away from our fire.
You rub my hair like a lucky dog
And I'm ready to be loyal all over again.  
Your to good and I don't want to ever runaway or stray to far
From your foot fall.
I promise to always be on point
And love you forever.
Even when you miss
I promise to keep
Hunting for your
Hand
And the sound
Of your fingers
Pushing to get
What we found.
I love you

You only have to stop
Just until your head
Decides where to turn

Your cotton runs in my hair
A hand is all I want
We rub all nite with ourselves
Dreaming our ugly
Ways we can't keep under control.

My instincts kiss your face
And I moan with my forearm
Hoping to make you give in!

Everything you touch is handed back.
Where both waiting to wake  waiting to kiss.
Even if  its it cold and bad like our grossest breaths.

We make get up and work and try to find excuses to be lazy to work on what we made.  

I love you...

It's alrite to say we're to busy
Even our greatest family
Members understood
What it meant
To go somewhere brandnew
To brine in love and burn
With out juice
Failure makes happiness
We try so hard
With concentration
Forgetting how crazy
It was to be mixed around
In life.
Ho2 crazy it was to do something
With out care
To see something nobody else
Saw.
We eat and love
And afterwards if we're lucky
Heart the legacy
The story we took for granted
Individuality
The thought of living
The day to day
Of doing what we did.
We raise ourselves to live
And maybe work hard
To keep the for granted
Things on life support.

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

What is twenty eight from neighteen neinty
The clique I made  has moved to real estate
They conceal their tattoos with head shots
Waiting to split   the nest egg of their over easy equties
Buying every beach view with sand dollars.
It started in the mushroom headed suburbs
Under the grand piano ceilings
Where we placed our dreams
Up and through the water pipes
And dry chimney flukes
It rose with heat
Ready enouph to heckle the crows
Even with our worst winter's
We stayed and
Brought our souls through
Like Robin's hopping
In their tracks
Along the cherry wells.
Time is everywhere
Even now
Keep making changes
Even ten
Years will
Come again
More so
Ten more
Dreams
Ten more
Lauphs.

Beef is like nothing.
Chicken is Fine.

a cold instinct happened
I turned to the rite
a river wakes me up!

the screwcap gets me everywhere I walk.

Did he like beer
After a day
Under coconuts
Making shots
With his dreams
Of Africa
Or
How he made
Cigars
With whiskers
Growing
Like blades
In sawgrass
Rising in heat
The puffs
Erupted
It's alive
The rebels retreat!
Holly John F Kennedy
What a roast
Tell the Russians
Let the world
Speculate
Who the hell cares
Lifes a forgotten
Time.
We can't afford to smile.

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.