odd. i see two chairs.

one room and one room
  
keeping the herd
while the nether
keeps the
paired.

a brute union of tough love and apathy
and middle-class *******
chafing on the sun drenched schema
of our dispossession.
like clever lads with epilepsy
only
the lights change
when
the frequency of
your questions
overclock the
enchilada.

the whole thing. baked in alaska.

striking a match
with a land
slide.

but absolutely, "no slide rules ".

every thing
to scale.

so the truth expands as you extend humility.

like an olive branch
in your boulevard
of baroque
naps.

life, is how sleep gets up in the morning. to yawn at the dream.

and
never quite
seem to remember
to tell

but recalls