The rest of the furniture arrived today
And now i need to rearrange it,
But it never looks good with you in the room

lives at the connection of my spine and brain,
somewhere in the spinal cord
and in my brain
where things
go bump
lump
a line
and a rhyme
together with lime
shake it up break it up
and the crack the ice. have
a bowl of rice and let it EXIsT
thru your hands typing your toes
tingling, ms. miss, mister mark sullivan
singing the song of your death, yes it's ms

waternlight mixd = god and spite
Do you feel frightened?
Or enlightened?

faces, faces, funny places
everyone untie your laces
run up the mountain,
implant the fountain
and let the nymph ***
if the wet moss'll be

We are always running
late
to something but slow on the road to love,
although caring,
in the form of sharing
i-s un-
-equal

my things are bent and *****,
a mangled man, and burly

when you, my things, return me
they smell faintly of perfume
flowers in June,
and the ever-moving
sand on that dune

i fill my throat with the clicking music in my ears

Nothing beats the
buzz of jazz,
guitar
blues, blue
hydrangeas like popcorn feathers
in spring, buzzing bees on daisies,
but now it's fall | that's all.
https://youtu.be/-IIjik7WvP8?t=35