A penny on the floor,
          costing more than life.
          For those who pick up luck
          
have run out tonight.

A penny on the floor,
            where others shoes now
            collect before curious gazes.

                            its cold out tonight.

A penny on the floor,
            the last thing you see,
                     is it heads or tails.
                
       The breath of another falling.


Curiosity is never a gift when its obvious.
                For a penny is never fallen in jest.
                              every one cost something.

Tonight its your life,
Tonight its your life,
Tonight its your life.....

Sometimes dancing on the floor  
                I tend to bring it down
Because I feel like I have read
the best poem ever  
                  This is the reason why.

Yet a moment or two passes
after a while, I crave a new one
                                     I wonder why?
My heart murmurs hisses to my ear
          Try reading the beloved's eye!

I'm sitting on the dance floor
I saw her at the next door
She was adorable
She put her little bells on her legs
Danced like the snow
Falling from the sky
And I let my heart
Dance for her smile.

I’m spiraling and sprawling out
The ugly parts revealed
Like a hermit crab
who’s had his shell taken

Hyperventilating and staring at opaque ceilings listening to the walls
They speak and when they do they whisper of me
They laugh at their corners and close in on me

They grip with brick hands
Face the floor
He feels what I feel
I will merge with him so they will be right
Let them walk all over me
Until I can no longer feel

a shattered poet on floor
he swore he'll do no more
if he throws his poems out the door
he's done for

He'll get back up,
but do no chase
As if some race.
"Pour me another cup."

Singing up on the fly,
the sea touches the cloud.
Dancing on the ground,
it won't slip off the floor,
it won’t drop a drop!
Curiously algorithmic,
runs on the go,
leaps or dips, but never
is a gone goose!
Ah, holy smoke,
what did you drop?

candlestick lying on the floor
and his candle goes by itself
and the fire swims
on the ceiling
under one's feet
under my eyes

ants got closer
they sing their song
the fire is no longer on fire
and my eyes are blue
go instead of him
under one's feet
under heaven

and today the time ran
everything became so chaotic
and time runs like a real runner
and the present runs away from the truth
but the truth and the present is not at all
never and never we have not been

25.07.18

right hand - cack hand
misinfected
an inebriant
a heat of intoxicants
'Recover Your Presence Of Mind'
i don't even have my mattress raised
from upon the floor
spilled drinks
moulds
and pages soaked to the boarding
snoring in spores
infested with messages
in nest with it all
best to withdraw