Colossal.
Describing a feeling
Like shore breaks out off of the coast
Almost the time
Almost the time to leave
I left the town behind
Came down alright
Unkind, no words spoken to begin the feeling of annoyance in that ****** city.

This city of beauty and lives
opened up to the smallest things that open up to the smallest things.
And bring daylight to you and I
Sing all night and true words will always be spoken, aloud.
My love for you cannot and will not be broken,
We howl, at the blood red moon.

So say not the worries that are of tomorrows hurried state
Close down the bar to bring me back to the farthest reaches of your outer space
Out of space and the ability to trace us back to the furthest place of their worried minds.
Foolish fools pulling tools out of the mathematical realm.
Smell the soft air. Reach them sometime later out there.
Outside of the other side.

So long old burning town.
See the change that you never brought to me unsound.
Or taught to me from the beginning you see?

What's that beyond the distance
A disturbance along the disturbances
Among the turbulence in my mind
Beside your beauty in the mine
Of my heart and soul shining so bright.
No dark or fright.
My might beside your light, your sun, I can't get enough!
I can't breathe enough, for you.

My god, my angel, my friend.
My love, my beginning, my end.

The end with you! Aloud
So loud is my speech about
My journey to the end with you.
So loud!
I'm proud and complete with you.
And now...

My love: my being.
See what I'm seeing.

Breathe to be living.
Sing to be given my gift.
Aloud.

Anger,
as black as a hook,
overtakes me.
Each day,
each ****
took, at 8:00 A.M., a baby
and sauteed him for breakfast
in his frying pan.

And death looks on with a casual eye
and picks at the dirt under his fingernail.

Man is evil,
I say aloud.
Man is a flower
that should be burnt,
I say aloud.
Man
is a bird full of mud,
I say aloud.

And death looks on with a casual eye
and scratches his ****.

Man with his small pink toes,
with his miraculous fingers
is not a temple
but an outhouse,
I say aloud.
Let man never again raise his teacup.
Let man never again write a book.
Let man never again put on his shoe.
Let man never again raise his eyes,
on a soft July night.
Never. Never. Never. Never. Never.
I say those things aloud.