I - In the active perspiring of
Manhattan dirt
& 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)