& now I tell ya The monkeys lost his surpreme gavel & intimacy finds a false place Within the youthful realm of transience (the wide grove of Grass slowly growing into golden cherries To be picked apart and criticized by ones who'd gladly describe themselves as Angelic)
A ladder topples over a nightly bistro causing its windows To ever /so //slight/ly crack The owner & his two daughters take themselves
(along with his displeasement) to the basement to conjure up a lawyer made of wax
Meanwhile Queens experiences rain as a cataclysmic shower occuring everywhere Even the barred 1st floor apartments /
Nearby stabbings\
(74 people watching and the screams for help were audible nobody did a ******' thing. We call this the 'bystander effect')
I am long-awaited and less stressed in comparison to the last time I broke the barrier of clouds, Which decieve America into thinking its Worth only greyness & worrying about bathroom Mirrors//srorriM//
(sorry!)
The cinema will show you otherwise!
Minnesota causeway glittering with Luggage carriers Alike we are and have been Bundled together To read poetics or the sad paper About elephants in an empty zoo or the flammatory lawns of Washington
WRAP YOUR TROUBLES IN DREAMS (audible from a brunette protected by last year's scarf, the cabin pressure decreasing my ears feel full of eagerness)
Trunk of the elephant I read earlier Lets us thru to Airport The hollowed organics of this passage Cause my spine to crawl There are flies bespeckled like The jewelry of decay
But soon we are clean again Yet still without a forest to Confess in Comforted by shrill wind echoing 'round the wood
(as one would say patience is a virtue)
II - I have missed the first Haze of every mornings gentle mouth
Strawberries press themselves harshly to lobes Like oriental jazz & a collective yawn As the ground becomes nobody Wait! Look down there! It's my friend welcomed to wifehood! Ballads of a long time ago, Humid run-ins with the twinkler Performing a theatrical Tearduct expression
Valleys of varying shades/ Orchards & the Apple of my eye Nectar and beggar Some Disney story Swiss town Operated by Language, I am tired which causes me to write I am writing which causes me to tire I am which writing causes to tire I which am writing tired causes to (the shoreline of a dream where Socialists wearing straw hats created a whole scene involving a loud child Unaware of what movement he was being indoctrinated into And a pocket full of change which was later tossed to the sea The image of which caused My Mother to Wake from her fainting)
Seance in voluptuous turmoil Only confronted by A vision of the sky transitioned to earth & shadow dancing Accompanied with the sun, its last inkling of lemondrops Spread in buttery fashion to my personal Horizon __________
Free from(in the) the properties of Textbooks and Inflated intellectualism(vast pastoral landscapes) One can Allow themselves to truly sleep in Peace (of the air)