An Unconscionable crime
To live and love without you
Sad now to realize
a slow ghost
has no claim on time
I guess you filled up
A tic on this point
A fallen to sleep limb
came back
pins and needles.
For me
Dismembered
A grave only
flowers to high altitudes
nose bleed trickles
proof in deep red death hue
paint to make a sad story sway
And a lengthy jilted tilted stare
dead love gives a look
Hard to bare

Toddling thru time a split second scene
a space certain but not very relevant unless removed from the headspace mood of the human trance
lucky and unlucky a silly dance
feet entwined upon entrance
frail in and out
Alone really minus the middle part
Too thick to think thru rather examine the remarkable clearness of vision, just luminosity I guess, but these eyeballs might be a test...equipped with playback some sort of cordless connectivity some sort of screen waiting, too thick of a thought too haunting
someday
Legs that aren’t human will lift me up or around, maybe back to make beds,fold stuff, **** dust, do it again.
I don’t know.

Rain unravel  
a moment
To lay  
speaker
Direct to ear
sharp loud
Reverberation
All I feel
Undeniable
Absorbed
Almost
All
To be sound
I would trade

Standing
**** down
I can be
out of site
Green up
Not so much
rub in
mud run
Tree tip down
Lift me
Smoke come
Inside
Hide you
Hair grow
toes
To wear you
Hot dough
For my elbow
With Float feeling
good
Shows

However it traverses down the Channels
It’s Growing up slow that gets me
Growing up slows you down
Just wanted to see it simple
No stretch in the neck
No curve at the mouth
Just sit silent
watch lines
crossing crashing ascending descending to here, though it’s nowhere.

Done and Drowned the old buzzard
That devoured the limbs
left no more hands to fold
Save for a prayer
fooling and feverish feelings
black is still hot.
Taught me stop.
Not lighting a candle
having a holding
Just keeping a prayer
for the fooling feverish feelings.
The black is still hot.

I’ve tried for a long time but I think I can’t win
I’d do it all better if I could do it a-gain
Wherever I’m going it’s the same place I been
Ain’t it a cold, cold world
Outside it was hot but inside I am cold
The eyes of the young met the eyes of the old
And what they were thinking I’ll never be told
Ain’t it a cold, cold world
Then an old lady asked me bout this new daylight time
I said it don’t matter and she said I don’t mind
Then the bus driver said you still owe me a dime
Ain’t it a cold, cold world
I can’t get no job and I can’t get no rest
I started out east and I ended up west
And I’m so glad to be here I’m sure, I would guess
Ain’t it a cold, cold world
I might have to leave you, I think’s what she said
Wish I could sleep ‘stead of tossing in bed
And I find myself thinking I’d be better off dead
Ain’t it a cold, cold world
Ain’t it a cold, cold world