Who made it out alive
and I thought you lose

otherwise my eyes bother
will look away ill
something I thought could finish at the bottom
maybe foreign here

why know the bear in my mow
stare in my soul
watch me crawl

Gazing past the moon
Fed yesterdays sorrows
Scratched my ears and borrowed
"For once I ought to speak soon"

Three days in a row I've spent the
afternoon sighing
The buzzing out my window drones
My bones are still drying

I ought to be good at this
Can't speak for dem but I think they'd say so too
They ought to be good at it
Walk a mile and then snooze

say say let me see,
take me to the hay
I'll find through soft lenses my rose colored senses
lie on my back and flip
tip me off my ******
Strip me down to my knuckles slip me under feel my knees buckle
I submit and be
let it flow over
I lie in the hay until I've beenagain
And again I'm good

I am cab ma, please
don’t! Is I, lass, I who brought
scald without such pains.

I am mumbling
coherently a ******
most apparently.

Phospholipids leave
envelope area soon
endoplasmic doom.

Opened neutral taste
I’m sinking in laughing at
something sunken in.

What hell overwhelm
brings ribosome organelle
use geared hither, tell?

Seceded certain
atoms like Democritus
withdrew incursion.

Truncated heavy
organelles under tissue
systems use cycles.

Half polypeptide
accents intergenetic
nuclear spaces.

People were swimming the lake racing loch ness.
The ones wearing skimpy wet suits were winning.
Well wasn’t whatever that one thought false?
Quiet quaker meditations may prove true.
Big mouth filled with one long tooth.
When I see three oranges, I juggle,
When I see two towers, I walk.
My feet hurt from walking.
I got lost in the park.

She cradled the soil in her arms and rocked, nursing the sodded ground.

Not that you can see but I carry my feet in my soul
and wait cold for my ride, stare into space while blank-eye strays.
Leaning closer, you swing away
You move me

watchful there, remove my clothes, idle and naked,
to steep in the tea water-it makes my skin-and
eyes and nose and ears close.
I feel the ceiling sop up my bones,
smarmy murmurs flood my nostrils.
I wanna be deep down beneath it
so I slip and sink below cement
nourish weeds and grass
vines that cling to my backside.
I drive my bones home and leave it out to dry

At home I sit and into cups I shout:
Feed me brother
Lick my teeth, I can't bite
But I can see, so show me you
who tied a knot so heavy in my shoulders