Books of One- Before Commodity and Slavery
Tell me is eyes a me
Selling you the four fits of three
Temples at your heels
Temples on top a wheels
Tell me is eyes a me
Yes wont talk betta make a howlin
No always say make shades a day
Tell me into a corner
Bail me out a love please, joyful
Make me a at can say
Loo
Yes wont talk betta make a howlin
No always say make shades
Me im in house
‘in nothing gonna pluck my greys
Tell me is eyes a me
Selling you the four fits of three
Temples at your heels
Temples on top a wheels
Tell me is eyes a me
Tel me into a corner
Bail me out a love please, joyful


How we get to a song,
Today the same way
Into town

To Emily Armstrong
Sincerest ink
Fide et amor
Kevin


I lend to you
Rupi kaurs quill
Often mine


They called it the pit bosses wife
The worst luck that ever came in a round
When the ball jumps the hunt you know it’
s never time
Gotta whole house riding on a double jack sleeve
First button out of the house
No needle till ya hit the tracks
They won’t call in real life
It’s all a game a chance with these goons
So what’s the break, in life

The every girl
She the giant socks
In the wind
Scarfing hats
And barely a twig
Of fading leaves
Aboard a sound
Greed’
s bitter smiles
Houndings outside
Silent lobes

She leaves the bearded barley
And that's me

Welcome home Elizabeth
U2 ladies and gents

Morning Taryn

Share a square?

My recital is silent night improv jazz tap

You going up for downtown today?

Our new divide?

Love irish

Watch the ghosts steps disappear for me

not wild quant britain
nor english, middle irish familiarity
and against neither of holding long
1 scotch 2 poors of bourbon and no ice

thats a livid louda in 3

tap.....?

oasis champagne supernova that whouldn't hi, hide
small word nice clean new wave orchestra's

aubreyz a surfer girl painter song

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