Hurricane Mathew

I ask a third or fourth time,

When is it supposed to hit?

I ask

one second time later

But it's the

New day

Not a one

And not a

crucial
piercing

blue day




A simple tiny little
                    You
Day


Reformat

My mind from memories


Thinking then

Then the thought

making steps
a bit more pleasant

Healing the try and burning the gauze

For a brighter

(And th3n)

purified future

The outcome father,

Has me quoting melodies
Closing my eyes

So that now I am seeing

My childhood's house burn


I chew the candy now


Pink...

... moving lobes


Moving...


the boys scratching your newly
(Insert ****** possibly insectuous) painted siding

And that wasn't remembering



That was
   (Or is it now)

Over and over
And it's over

Oh so oh oh


I mix my mediums

You've made a mistake



I mixed my mediums


Betrayed by blood magic



A sequence of sounds

The pen

A barn

And my
((And mine alone))

Crystallization

.

I wondered once
And surfed

I lied once
And shivered

I woke up
And spoke once

A pool of blood
((Nurses telling you))

It's a lot of blood

And the drummers shake

My death

My . .


I wish to say
My pen leaks


Wish and pray because of Saturday

So today I stay
  


   A madman

Oh...

so

mad
Man


Breathe wind breathe .

Breathing.

Win.

Win but breathe.


The shorter term breeze


And you'd say (I hope)


There he goes again.


Argh she blows.

Again.


And I continue this


A death without

A death  tasting oh but so foul


Picture me as I stay asleep


A microphone's pop

Ad

And the sweetest feeling of kissing me

Not knowing

I cramp too soon

And I hide
bug poison
In my thinning hair


But what is that?


Virulity is

And power....


And all of this....


It is abracadabra

It is alakazam.


Life is a few minced words..