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Trout Aug 2019
Petal of golden ecstasy
Marked by wisdom teeming like a snake
To feel the pressure of the speech
To fill the parade with autumn breeze
Trout Aug 2019
With a will to fight
Gripping hearts are full of sight
Find the ghost inside of me
With a torch inside his tree
My poor heart is still so burning
Can you hurt me?

Strangely modern eyes
Craving every sight
Nuts are turned against us
Maybe this is trooper
The foxes avoiding the night
Just like the crows on the wire
Painting pictures without any lines

For the growing tide
Videos are so unsightly
My delusion is a curse
For the ones who make it worse
Now the magazine is lonesome
For short one

Never try to find
Someone with a smile
My points tell you stop it
Ride a rocket
Who understands what I mean?
I want to give you a green
Golden cradle humming to the birds
Trout Aug 2019
Sometimes I never have to try to make you
Make you
Into a screamer
Without the mood
Trout Aug 2019
My truck is a line to the time
When I never could have fun
Or remorse in a value system
Gaining my ice to the price in a cellular misfit
Jumping games to a hound of lusted
Save twenty-five coins for white
Underneath the brink of light
Find five distorted chimes
Helping the mystery come to life

My crack is parallel
To other sides of hell
The joint is never fine
The cues are mine

Fire to the eyes like a mice who could never ever hide
Like a racecar under the story
Tracking the lice like a whisper to never ever say
Going once, going twice forever
My beads are kin to my spine
Thought arrestments on the line
For one unsorted crime
Never realize penalize

Five words to grostulate
My severed hand is fate
The king of *******
The point of wake

Singing such a bad, bad song
Let the race go on
My heart is worn
Thinking I’m a lad of tongs
Let the brakes go hard
My tongue is wet

Six rubber bands on my hand
Go to filter out the land
Distorted chivalry bands
Mistaking instruments for the talk

My eyes are kind of sad
I’ll never strike a match
To bring this back to light
My ears can find

Winning all the guessing games
It’s a real sad fame
So burnt the eye
Finding all the mitochon-
-dria seeking fun
A blood is reign
Thorning in the black of night
To the real good times
My heart is red
Jelly in the breaking time
No more after five
Go back to bed
Trout Aug 2019
My insane eyes are telling me to calm down
I see a fault, it’s always always mine
I have no chill, I’m breaking in my car now
I can’t return to how it was before
I wish I was a month ago or later
Cause it’s right now, the pain is growing still
The tumor grows until it melts my body
As I stand still every time the heat just rise

My flows are grating in the crows
My circumference is hiding
Making fine words are growing in time

“I let the world crush my bare leaf hands
And let the ground dissolve my footsteps
Maybe if things were aligned
I would be standing straight”
(That was the spark of it all. But now)
Grinning laughter kiss my face
So far under the duvet
Grammy has a fit, painters are so lit
Anything is fine

Home I am is number one
And so the crapping starts
My illusion is a ****
And I have no parts

Can I contract love?
Some things are like a disease
And do I have to say please

I cannot try to copy distance
I don’t know how to tell you I feel this
If I shared it with you, would you notice anything?
Would you just say cool and leave and make me shake again?

Sander on the laugh of cure
I know that you’re bored
I wish I could say anything
But what do you want?

Is it me or you
Who does these things that I do
I’m not trying to imitate you
I can’t swear on that
You are the reason I think
Really, on any of these things

Folding chair
Green sweater
No, not that one
Or grey hoodie
With red grungey text
That blurry photo but in higher quality
Where your knee is up there
Chicago
Have you been there?
We could have been in the same room
You are rich
Rich beyond belief
I can imagine it
It’s not unimaginable
I fail to not find it unimaginable
I fail to picture your face crystal clear
Every mental image is from a still photo

My arrangement is gold
This a song that I came from
My direction is old
And I never will learn from
My sedation is gruesome
So I touch everyone
I wish I could be stronger and tell you the truth but
My solution is far away
From my willing cards

My ears are thin and they cannot hear anything
Everything is just a little lie
Nothing is kind and everything is full of crime
That’s too far but I just want to (die?)

My begottens are hybrid game
For the one who will catch my eye
My solution is great pain
For I wanted to try
Such a dangerous game and the wilder I’m smoothing
It’s the worse you see me
When I try to glide
Under you

My arms are a mess of the biggest mistake
My giant illusion is trying to wake
My senses are tingling
It sure doesn’t matter
What I am trying to do
I wish I could just hear your voice once again
But not a recording, something you do for me
Don’t sound like a robot
This is getting too personal
But don’t go away
(What even is this?)
Trout Aug 2019
I’m a blazing firefly
One of monosaccharides
Now the sea has kept me on my feet
Ghosts are easy to go home
My aim is laughing at the stove
So I will just handle you with ease

Minimalism is such a virtue
I would never try just to hurt you
My alignment is under the stars

My point is a vow
Secret forever
Loving with my mouth
Go with the feather
A hapless fly
A needle of rye
The hums will danger your heart
For the gorgeous velocity waning from the start

T-shirts are a billionaire
Dollars fly above the air
Never wanted, never had to care
Spots and marks under the land
Chalk of angel in the sand
Moist impressive eagle to the frown

Strike a match inside the dimension
All I ever need is attention
Blush of mutilated copulate

We are two bright bars
Above a danger sign
Flying with no heart
The tropics are so kind
The grinds of wire
The spark of the climb
The chain is capitalism
For the end is the drawing of my hand in your eye

A kind of disease
A kind of disease
A kind of disease
A kind of a kind of a kind of disease that makes you want to scream
Trout Aug 2019
My troops are waiting for the little sight
My skin is right
The air is alive at all tonight
A gorgeous web of hands and arms and better chance
And metaphysics in the land
Now you can grow a little tree
Your emotions are rage
Now you can find the little bee
Quilting up on your face

You go to the house where they swallow you
I’m a tone
You go to the place where they call on you
Play a song

His lips are grating in the pin of wires
He’s quite alright:

My ending is nearest to my plight
(I wanted to know what he was like.)

Now you can find the wonder girl
Go to war
You ought to go to find the fear
Believe it’s fine
And it is fine
It is fine
It’s fine

Grip of emotion in the wade of right
I’m killing fire
I’m going too long for a little while
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