How did that ****
Aloe Vera plant
make it's lamb's eared roommated
out of my cheap dollar fractured ***?!

It's like I had the endurance, nor was even half
assured that wood and pvc would help blood not bleed of my
misguided wiccan made baskets and up on
all over the hard wood.
Not good, you should mind you
understood?
It'll be moisture vs. floors from before the second war, and after global warming.
I'll say, it'll be, or it may, a relic should see, the folks that we'll be,
after all that I may let my knees will be broke is only the folk that have life in their eyes and may might have try to be people.

Salted in my sausage casing was my dead best friend.

Had he oinked much sooner, he would be a grandpa then

While digging in my garden I wish that I would find
The hilt of an old dagger and an old ration rind
I wish I had the vigor to feel all the burdened dead
But I don't wish the destiny of those that ride the river red.

Windmill frenzy happenstance
Parked in pregnant gallant lance-staked cages.

Pages of paper from only old news
Eschewed all agenda
Bend build in propaganda and human feelings.

So long on coast of oceans had we plants,
and waiting for silk, love, and gold to float our way

It played upon stars, ajar in the air from old collisions.

So provisions placed for me only seem to be stories and memory.

Somehow while I'm out in the snow I've learned of how snow ages
Somewhere on a page of an ancient book I learned names of all the Stages

More often I've had hoarfrost
and ever had ended in a graupel.

Landing in both sockets were prongs that made my life
Lighting all around me while puffing on a pipe
Lit by fuel built fire is just like coal made light
Frightened by the guile of an act I feel is right.

I remember a big lady, in her large house upon a hill
I remember big fat cats up on her window sill
I remember oatmeal with raisins and big spoons
I remember feeling when my parents got off work
I remember that they would be here soon

I remember rusty tractors filled with spider webs
I remember rain barrels were my ocean as it ebbs.
I remember stickered goatheads and splinters in my shoes
I remember squishing bugs and hate how they would ooze.

Still what I had wanted had finally happened
Way up high upon a hill

Finally my eyes can dry a little more
And I can feel

Joy is just above
Lit by a fire dove

I've never cried like the day my woman died.

First she was friendly.

She was my friend.

And she taught me to be good and then

and then she died
and
and
and
I cried over her.

I made sure
I made sure

Mealy motion could have gruel in her veins
I've abstained from all forward action
Because it's my heart that she reigns.

Coolness sent shiver down a pain killed nervous column
Section of spine dealt with ***** and filler
To **** would send spiller space messages
out to help in order to assuage
all the speculation and guesses.
So now it would seem better, much better,
much better in deed
Much better indeed to **** my fire with greed.

So often is shows whenever I write
That delightful full awful commotion is a spread
Dead it would seam if stitches hold meat
I'm sticky and all greasy from excessive heat
How lately I've had me
How debatingly bad it would be to
Find and to fill
Life spent off of broth and dramatic action of the
Edge of a window sill.

Well begone oceans have set upon me
the sort of wave that water makes me see
Living on the edge of hell
is a braid I've built with fire.
Playing is the blend I built
and I played it on a lyre.

Pickled in my jelly jar
was a large milky sort of monster

Transmitted is my mind so far
was a memory omitted.

Tackled in a tackle box
while pickled in a pickle.

Living life like Goldilocks.
is living life a little.

Just because I don't care about you
Doesn't mean I don't care about your life.

Just because I don't think about you
Doesn't mean I've forgot about you

Just because I would rather not remember you
Doesn't mean that I don't remember  you

Just because I hate you
Doesn't mean that I don't love you.

I can not believe how much time
TIME i spilled and lulled into a lucid black bath of hate built laquer.
It's like the rapture in gopher holes.
I'ts like dynamite lite with hate on the tip of hopeful poles.

I never knew how hard it would be to try,
try so hard to get and deflect bullets.
Those gol' dern' democrats.
I don't trust the enactment of the queen of the old west.
In the best state of being,
maybe in five or ten fearful years
we maybe can seen and rebuild our republic.

He didn't graduate.
He didn't even match his slacks with his shoes.
He's so old.
His chest hurts and he smells like *****.

Life is a set of stories.
Like a cranberry nicotine bullet lodged into
you
into your heel
into the boot of your shoes.

And now my antics are broadcast on tv like a radium
built barrier against clean air and the understood.

I feel like I'm at the age in my life
where I don't know if I'm
Cheap,
Poor,
Or extremely resourceful.

Tsss KK
Tsss KK!!
Pfft.......Pfft Pfft
Kdkdrack
Kdkrack
Shhhhhhhhtk

Tsssssssssss
HaAUGH...
Tsss...­.
K...
Ckt.....ckt...Pllllouuuuuuu

Tink.
Tink
Kratatakatkaktkatkaktaktkaktkartkaktktkktatka

tsssssssssss­ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss

Green lights can turn frost into emerald glass
At last the chill had finally stopped deciding to breeze itself in
So finishing the rearrangement of my furniture became
less of a blustery chore and more an assured
passage into a brand new page
I haven't had the pleasure of having yet.

He always asks for snacks because
in a matter of fact always was and is maah doooggge.
<scratches>

Caverned in a cage, a cave
were mountains of stable shelf food along with baskets.
Baskets filled with food and horrid stories buried among the bits.
That shrapnel, that ****, that little bit of metal that finds a way.
Finds a way to stay lodged in my spinal column.
Laudnaumn is a painkiller
a time spent life spiller that'll take upon you strife and the life of a soldier most totally taken, spaken and spat, with lack of fine skills,
no skin to donate, no porridge to impregnate my brittle bitter being.
Now i'm saught after, and it's now that I'm seeing.

Patterned after the shapes she had built apart on my broken blanket.
Thanklessness is a fuel cabin held hostage.
Pottage is porrige in brittle built cabin cages.
Assuaged by buildings who have gas and hate as weapons.
Sectioned in air, I reckon bullets and hell will will hatred.
Stated in being
With gloss eyes seing
Saying
Praying
and bitter built being.

Ever so often, someone sent food, which was good.
My god was it good, so really really good.

Out of every coffin was a sort of reprieve because of that
heap of uneaten rations from the dead who have died.

Died
Died they did.
And now
from they're dead eye's I've hidden my guilt and ridden my gut of the fat that had enacted a deal on the pit of my gullet that'd made me so sorry. To hate all the glory and feel all a sudden so sullen, so sorry, I'm not buying glory.

My Lord makes me hate killers.
Which makes me hate me.
Vinegar is wine in my eyeballs.
It's how the Lord makes me see.

Sifted through a scouring pad
I had ten pounds of hellbent powder
and a shower of hellhole bits.
Bits that lit when dawn will light the rest of life

Regression is the precedent I've since set for myself
Upended on the shelf was an unfortold, frenetic, belt-pelted being.
So after the cavity in my dominant eye has collapsed
after the day of shooting and rapture has wrapped up
Enough of it has shoved itself up into the upended titled bent being
whose naive native notions can only see the chemical show
of wriggles and lines that've dissolved in the dealing of
chemical knots wrought for that rapture
It's a shot taken in, in little apeture notions
It's showmanship commotion,
Locomotion in sinful, fruit-built, salt-ridden,
and laughter-built ration packs.

Somewhere, while out in the world
Standing, I stood and heard word of a bird
Who had heard of me
Who I had met before long ago
Way back when then is when she'd decided to live with me,
live by me,
and love me
Pragmatically acting on my behalf often for lack of my proper judgement

You have to step
step
step in lock step
stepping in lock step
until the chief says that you're free
And then that's when you give what's left
Right
Right now you've lost your mind.
Right
Right, right now it's time to jockey for position
Quiet
Listen
Listen for the echoes of your mission.
Hard spots
don't make noise
Softness is when our boys smell blood
Now I understand
And now I'm understood.

Lost in the big ribble rabble of hoopla
amongst the slick linebackers, spinners, and hungry hogs and sows.
Outside licking a neck, and after scraping my back, peeled apart
I showed a sort of myself that only spilled when I'm all ripped up.

I leave myself bereft of all the feelings I'm done dealing with.
Mitigated with rigor,
an obligatory pity party had started after hours.
The only stipulation
is to participate in every stage of the rapture

Stored in my grandmother's back room
Storage held shelves and shelves of cotton covered trinkets
and odds
and ends
Sundries that held old funny stories
and cans and old flyers that held little more history
than the **** I took this morning

But upended, on side
collided with time
was a heap of old wicker bough baskets
stacked in heaps and heaps
but guarded and carefully covered
Covered in cotton lace.
Tatted in tantalizing
waves of rings of knots, holes, and wide open spaces
The treasures I found measured in yards of cotton lace.

Within my pockets warming
were ten of my most golden note makers
Inside my eye sockets storming
were flights, frightful fleeting sheets
imaging up nightmare sections
And wrecking my hard earned heart heat

Up in the sky, a warning
Ten of a kind up high were warming on thermals
Flying, getting high on the heat of the air held up by the earth.

Please lease me a lot of your heart
So I can try to start my own business.

I bought all the sticks and wickerbough baskets

In the manner of a task master I have managed to make a meager living out of hide glue, soup, and stool

On a walk I found some smelly purples flowers
I had no desire for flowers, but pretty stench I did intake

I was like injecting liquid power, in my body better make
Something happens when you attach
A memory to more

Something happens in a brain
that will make smell adore

It's a gamble
Cards and cares are dealt
It's molten feelings in a filling
Shaped like your heart that smelt

I remember, maybe not remember...
But I felt a flying love
I moth, maybe a butterfly
It's a bug, but like a dove.

Nothing is worse that waking up
In cold sweat in the night
Because we haven't learned the lessons
that helped us see up late at night.

Now I spend so time, in  bug built land at eve
Because bugs have much shorter life
I'm sure they have a way to grieve.

Turns out that birds and bugs are angry
Just as much as we
I didn't have a clue about how a fly, hornet can make me see

We have have plan and tools to inflict pain on we
But It's a matter of planning with our soul
Planning a salt shoal to be

Some sort of way to take a way the pain,
remind us still

That live needs salt and rock built tablets
If we are to love and feel

How in the hell did you get so furry?

Well, I think it's just who I am..


How did you feel so bad then?
It's just my answer, ma'am
It's just the feeling that I feel I see folks feel bad

But it's not your answer...

I know but it makes me mad.

Lemme try to be compliant with who I was and who I am.
Let me lock a ice filled dinner into a sacred spot

I only have so many teeth
So many meals in my life
So I think i might try to like
Painful flavor and hard life

Pain pyres, maybe might
be a better idea
Than feeling like a
monster who feeds fear

I think i might make cupcakes.
For my favorite people
Or maybe breakfast suppertime
In my own atheist church steeple

Turns out that pasta, and hamburgers
may not be much a sin
And finding out that folks don't love
It's garbage self love in a bin

I think I had a good idea
To build a new strong closet
So that can hold lions and my dreams I do deposit

Only problem that I have
is the rattle snakes
So home to have a path to my mind vermin take

As much as I would miss them.
I know they're just plague rat
But so sweet I wanna kiss them
A furry rodent that's like me.
But the that I don't kiss them, they'll
take my life from me.

Goodness goodness goodnessbuilt
I let a longb= built chapel
Long stood and let it see
Like a favor
Like a lich
That wont die wont die wont die

Like fever in a pit
wont try wont try wont try

It happened on a fragrant feast.

It happened in a tree

I felt when a sore had burned

I felt it beneath me

Under a sort
Under my breath

I felt a kind of knee

Like a bump
and Like a lump

Lumpy it came i see

Let me set a blanket
Like a knot upon a hill

Like a trinket in a spot
A spot that I can feel

I let it go and let is spill
upon the danger place

I let it happen on the sill
up on the window space

Crippled, I griped a being
Let me linger, let me hate
I hate the sort of seeing
that makes make berate
I bet a kind of action
is a sort of betting worth
Let me mind my faction
Let me have a opinion sort

Let me paint a picture of pinbuilt basket hope
Like a ***** tincture of tolds that told me nope
Like a noose that necked me for lack of livery
Like I condused a might slack, a lack of symetry

Make light of sunbuilt notions

I think I found out a secret
I learned to concede

I'm sorry sorry sorry

I will I will concede

Let me make a calculation
But I should just scoop.
**** to regulation
I'll concede concede concede

Drip it like on to some built surge
Let the urge happen so upfrill
Will frills on the dried up lizard
that you kept upon on the hill

Lite let lick a minute
But bet pressure builds a knot
Know that I can't finish
Means that you can build my plot

****
It's bad
Let me distill
A drink of fun filled hate

No, no way
With all the scars

It's how you make us wait

Let me be a boy who could
Just find a flooded strand
Instead of finding out how war works
and how to make a stand

Goodnight my lovely deary
Living, lively, love I'll kiss your head

Good my soul so dearly
Lap my life and make me less dead

Good God my soul, so nearly
Leave a legend of life-built beds...

Goodbye my only, barely
Made a bed of dead straw and heads.

Let me see if I can find it
The burden in the tree
The bird that stole my heart
and took my soul from me