wild house is koko's essay
about us
we in trouble for it
it had to get to koko's hand's
now the town ain't half a hall
the kentucky lost to koko
the new york is koko and mr b.b's flat now

now eric, i'd a teld ya about layla's "friend"
and sheets fly while looms and max tap
still better a butler than a van
roll one down

fish turn and clap all wild songs,.....taryn gone,  repeat...
she leeds a lonely wife
hide the hymnal hear?

my girl's soul
sings in me
if he can make it to 5
i can get to 10 in chains
lord,

and i send, gold
books of lies
that the worth of tonight

the worthless ways of last time
can go to hell, for making me 5
and now i go back to silent

chasing angxine
deaf skins, grasping withered tiles
unfind my lips
prohibition

transmorgaphied freaks screened
undowning the cloths
traipsings of fine
lest godly maketh reworking signs


these are lives of homeless people left out in the purge during realignment with the first wave of prisoners to be mathematically irrelevent because bondslaving the prison is treasury notes
census level capitalism and legislators delight

sending this to my editors and various weak times papers