I quit
Cause you are not worth
The sea of salted tears
That spill
Assaulting me
You are not worth
The red elixir
That feeds
Your distorted
Vampire needs

I retire
Before my will expires
Because I am tired
Of seeing spires
Of factories
Smoking pollutants
Choking all humans

I am through
With claiming
That the truth
Will set us free
When all I see
Is a bubonic plague
Festering and growing
Tumorous cities
Of infinite stupidity

I am finished
There is not enough spinach
To Popeye my way out
So I exit stage
Flesh and rage
Pull back those skin pages
That life was written on
Letting strangers carryon
As the carrions come
To devour me

Cause I am ******* done

Carry on, carry on
You, carry on, don't stop
Carry on, carry on,
No breaks, carry on, carry on
Life is restless, death, still
Will yourself, move forward  
Carry on, carry on
Until your final breath
Carry on.

LanceSkiies

I don't know exactly who you are,
or what is the reason behind your scar.
You're not a person whom others think is a saint,
but I can see that something in you is quaint.

The way your eyes look are strange,
it can make some people's mood change.
You see yourself as a distressing person,
but you don't mind and still carryon.

You hide your wounds by pretending you're fool.
Sometimes you think your "**** side" is cool.
I can see that you are hardening your heart,
from Someone who can give you a beautiful art.

Behind every negative things about you,
and the things you are going through,
is a person who's needing an attention,
someone you can share your deepest emotion.

I hope people see, what I see in you,
by the way you look you've given me a clue.
There is always something good in someone,
even when his good deeds are unseen and undone.

My heart is hoping for the best thing to happen,
that someday you will surrender your burdens,
because even when people think you're *******,
I still believe something's beautiful in you.

*-Steph Dionisio, November 11, 2014

There’s a sort of hectic language
Life’s inner city airs
The indigent grime, swearing
They do declare
As heated as Vegas summers
All ‘round the block
On the Chinatown Strip
Spring mountain valley view
The homeless congregations
Rolling their luggage
Like albatross droppings
Migratory fixtures
**** white on black walls
Black in white veins
Rolling luggage
Keeping precious metals
Coin collecting, jewelry
The bling and fake gold rings
Anything a ***** can trade
For foil wrappings
Thick with high grade
Napping in the inferno
Silver state of epidemic
Many rolling “carryon luggage”
Goes without saying
That sort of summertime language
Inner city airs
That begs
Help. To differ.
They do
Declare

It should mean war…
But, come again
welcome to our fabulous city!
Sin ain’t fair.
Love is lost here.
And still in herds, in droves
Conventions packed disinventing us
Folk.

Am scary because of scratches
Scratches I got when I dived for her
Her hands were so loose to hold me
Me being the culprit and vulnerable
Vulnerable enough to carryon

I keep seeing and searching
Searching in and out for the best catch
A catch to last with soberly
Sober enough to let go of the past
The past long gone with failure
Failure that takes away happiness
Happiness that I seek in Love
Love that has no house or place
A place I trace and have never found
Found when a heart gets a belonging
A belonging that washes off sorrow
Sorrow that is indiscriminate
Indiscriminate in ideas or acts
Acts that portray little or much
Much of the inside than the out
Out of admiration to desire
Desire so everlasting
Everlasting with memories of love.

Death silences birds  .  .  .
In the plain, carryon fields,
  .  .  .  Crows flying in low.

It was a challenge in thick and forested thoughts
I couldn’t see what lay ahead of me
The fog of bitter memories had blind folded my sight
To see the glory of tomorrow in the bright stars high
In my life you stand as a rainbow
The last green leaf that gave life to a drying tree
A calyptus of hope in my thirsty times
I eat not of your fresh but have strength to carryon
So am believed to be a survivor of your trapping looks
A glowing worm of inspiration.

My good friend taught me that all you need is three suitcases.
A life can fit into three: two checked bags and a carryon.

What if I packed up all my possessions:
1.
My clothes.
My apprehension, doubts and fears tucked tightly away in packing cubes.
2.
My electronics.
My independence, self reliance and self love radiating brightly.
3.
My books.
My excitement, joy and optimism for a new chapter.

What if I did not renew my lease in September?
Whose approval am I waiting for?
Who do I think I will disappoint?

It does not have to be permanent.
It could be just a year.
And then it could change again.
Is that not the beauty of life?
Your life grows around the decisions you make.

You are never stuck.
You can decide.
Again.
Again.
Again.

It was a challenge in thick and forested thoughts
I couldn’t see what lay ahead of me
The fog of bitter memories had blind folded my sight
To see the glory of tomorrow in the bright stars high
In my life you stand as a rainbow
The last green leaf that gave life to a drying tree
A calyptus of hope in my thirsty times
I eat not of your fresh but have strength to carryon
So am believed to be a survivor of your trapping looks
A glowing worm of inspiration.

It was a challenge in thick and forested thoughts
I couldn’t see what lay ahead of me
The fog of bitter memories had blind folded my sight
To see the glory of tomorrow in the bright stars high
In my life you stand as a rainbow
The last green leaf that gave life to a drying tree
A calyptus of hope in my thirsty times
I eat not of your fresh but have strength to carryon
So am believed to be a survivor of your trapping looks
A glowing worm of inspiration.

I come with baggage
not a trunk, but some carryon's
a few
My past is my past
yielding to time with some regrets
Never pretending to be perfect
however my code is pure
Love me and respect me for who I am
and I will reciprocate that value in return
Have my back in time of need
and I will always have yours without doubt
I can surely carry my own SUITCASE
and willing to carry yours
Always stronger together than apart
a travelling partner for life.

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she is  is _she sheputts mi minus you
carryon men  cause the ferry is free finallyy
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onntootoo/many gabrielle hire the!tin can man  
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theendsmendingfreefall _a room invented  along , noww

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numbs  mi   is wett/where eevr  
she is  is _she sheputts mi minus you
carryon men  cause the ferry is free finallyy
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Day #10: Williams To Las Vegas

I knew the next morning the ride back to Las Vegas was going to be flat and uninteresting. The short detour (spur) I took at Seligman, onto old Rt.#66, provided little in the way of anything new.  After a week at life’s summit, a higher power was letting me down gently — to return to a world of greater relativity where all answers would appear obvious — and where the important questions would hide in my memory.  The old stretch of Rt. #66 was a desperate attempt to hang onto what the 1950’s romanticized, and then lost.  It stood as a carnival sideshow to what was happening in the big tent out on Rt.#40, which ran parallel to Rt. #66, just twenty miles to the south.

As I got back on #I40 at Kingman, the cutoff to Rt.#93 approached on my right.  This was the road to Las Vegas, and it signaled that in less than 100 miles my current adventure would end.  In an oxymoronic defiance of logic, the higher in elevation I got, the hotter it became.  Las Vegas drew heat to itself in a big-bang tribute to all that was divergent in the human spirit.  It tried to confuse with its ‘Light-Show’ what its true emptiness contained.  Were it not for its great location, I would bypass it forever.  The temperature was now 104,’ as I spotted the Joshua Tree Forest in the distant Northeast.

I passed through Boulder City in the severe mid-day heat and began looking for a gas stop with a do-it-yourself wash bay.  I spotted one on the other side of the highway just past Hoover Dam and got off the interstate and made a left at the bottom of the ramp. In thirty more seconds, I was parked at the ‘Ultra-Wash’ in the second bay from the left.  I needed to get the ‘road-dirt’ off the bike before turning it in, hoping, that as I did, no precious memories would wash away. I loaded the automated machine with quarters and watched ten days of well-earned highway patina flow into the drain.

The Dirt Was Gone, The Bill Was Paid, But The Memories Remain

It took only fifteen minutes to wash the bike and fill it up with gas. In twenty more, I had circled the beltway around Las Vegas on Rt.#I15 North and was back at the bike rental agency.  It was after four in the afternoon as Stefan opened the big overhead door, and I pulled the Goldwing inside.  They closed for the day at six, which had given me plenty of time to get back. It took less than a half hour to unpack the bike, change out of my riding gear in the agency washroom, and call a cab to take me to McCarran Airport.  

The Goldwing looked sad, among the other bikes, where it would wait for another out of town rider to again set it free.  I understood the feeling but could not share in its mourning — I had a flight to catch. My separation anxiety was growing intense, and I had to leave, and leave quickly, before it got any worse.

As I walked out to my arriving cab, Stefan said to me in his best Austrian accent: “Wow, you averaged almost 500 miles a day.  Most people only do half of that.”  I smiled back, acknowledging what he said, while I reminded myself again that it was never about the mileage … only the miles!

The cab driver who picked me up at the bike rental agency was a pleasant surprise.  His name was Ari. He was an Israeli, a romantic traveler, and he had been living in Las Vegas for over twenty-two years.  He was divorced with one son and had lived through all the changes that Las Vegas had been through during that time.  He, like myself, was nostalgic for what once was here — and would never be again.  

When I told him where I was from, he became very animated and said: “I just returned from a road-trip back East.”  He said it was his first trip to the eastern part of the U.S., and it totally changed him.  He made it as far as Easton Pennsylvania, which was only ninety minutes north of where I lived in suburban Philadelphia.  He told me that some of his boyhood friends lived in Easton, and that their homes were right along the banks of the great Delaware River.  They had rafted and tubed the river the whole week he was there, and he told me that he still couldn’t get over the rolling hills and dense forests that lined both sides of its banks.

Majestic in its own right — the Delaware River paled in comparison to the things I had seen. That being said, Ari felt about the East the way I had always thought of the West.  Amazing that a realization of contrasts, and a coming together of two spirits, could have happened in the span of a twenty-minute cab ride.  Time really was a slave to importance when all respect for it was gone.      

Ari told me he saw things along the Delaware that were beyond his belief. With the passion of his words, he reconnected the spiritual bond between what I had left 10 days ago and what I was taking home with me today.  As I thanked him, and got out of the cab, I reminded him that within three hours of Las Vegas there were things to see that would change his life again and not conflict at all with what he had seen in the East.  He thanked me, as I paid him, and said that he did have a trip planned to the Grand Canyon for late September and then on to 4-Corners and Durango Colorado.  The return trip to Vegas would be through Monument Valley and Northern Arizona, passing through both Bryce Canyon and Zion National Park, before heading back south on Interstate #15.  

I told him to stop in at the San Juan Café, when in Monument Valley, and say hi to Sam.  Tell him I continued to keep him in my daily Rosary and thought of him often. The smell of his frybread, and the wisdom of his eyes, occupied a permanent place inside me. Ari helped me get my bags to the curb, as he wished me a safe trip on returning home.  

His words “returning home,” weighed heavy on me, as I exited the cab and gave my bags to the skycap.  They stayed heavy inside me, as I went through security and proceeded to my gate.  When I dropped my helmet and carryon, and sat down inside gate #15, I started to wonder … what did “returning home,” after all these years of travel, really mean?  

‘Returning home’ no longer seemed related to any one place. It was more about the spaces inside of me that had increased in size. ‘Returning home’ allowed me to clearly go back inside myself and see what had always been covered in fog.  Upon reflection, the trip out and the trip back were interdependent realizations of the same thing. Neither existed without the other — they were two halves of the same whole.

  ‘The Road Back’ Always Delivered Best What ‘The Road Out’
                                     Searched For Longest  

Whenever I tried to live my life in either one direction or the other, I was reminded by their connected wisdom that to see clearly, I had to be the product of both.

                               Going Out, Coming Back
                        Becoming What Was Meant To Be
                       Traveling Far — Returning home
                       Together In The Lessons Learned

The places I left, and the ones I was headed toward, took me far beyond the contradiction’s that had kept me prisoner.  As they opened a new awareness inside of me, I saw things that had happened in the past, and things still to come — all in the perpetual present. Where I had been blind to parts of myself distant and unconnected, there was a new image that I had been unable to believe in before.  

They opened inside of me unlimited possibility and the realization that I would never be alone. As I rode along their great mystery, I no longer felt separated from all that I had been before or from that which I would forever become.  

I was transformed in their eternal presence, while they appeared to others who traveled only on their surface, as just — A Road.



                                            Epilogue


At night, I would lie in bed and think about the path that led through the woods behind my house.  Little did I know, the dirt trail through the oaks and pines, and then to the creek beyond, would become much more than it first appeared.  

It opened up much more than a young boy’s access to the creeks and ponds.  It created an awareness that is still being shaped today.  In its many forms and variations, it became the guiding light of my delivery, and through all the years, and all the miles, remained steadfast in its calling.  In the messages hidden within its direction, it gave me back to myself, and on days when I wasn’t sure of which way to go … I just went.

‘The Road’ was that one last place that never abandoned me. At the worst of times, I packed up the bike and headed out in search of answers. Finally, at the end of a long and lonely road, where two directions turned into one, I found what I had lost.

‘The Road’ has always been there for me … waiting. Waiting to take me one more place and one more place again. It’s allowed me to see the very thing that made all the rest of it possible, as it reopened a new and special place inside of me —never visible before.  

‘The Road’ never threatened with either timetable or denied access. It is, as it has always been, as it was in the beginning, and will forever be.

                 Pray God, Let Me Go Down One More ‘Road’



Kurt Philip Behm
August 28th, 2011

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   from,treetops,bellhops,  all  those-pitstops
   chit chats-flips flops flat-crapp



tar pit / alchemy ______systemic
if all thatt frantic/pseudo-automattikk !forced-forged  all thatt fluttrings // ringed _ /foams iff it don't stop ,,
_ /linking/ skippeingg weekly {builtsbuilds__reigning__the ends
learned
,lended ......ineivitable............. what nott
cluttered////intentionally a full blown blow an angle man

shunted //justt permanent



  .astute, many floors up,every quarter
the clouds/massquadre ,













,






















occasaionally /permanentlyy
one more
once-more
_


    all the honey  all those loops /foams iff it don't  all that //were/  -redone-releventt to some.
    that's brave itsan intake//// are --- as / is///
is knownhere too  ?=similar=
shunted // the cats dare the rats stayed clear everybody justt fades permanent
/sad !

dont /scuffled-sufficient
so pretty _____effiecently done 1 by 1
men withthe scowls //so distinct ??
itt lasts //the leapings!
kind of  dreams /transpicuous
orbs many many many kinds
   in no hurry
/once-more
left /blending/

everybody justt fades

   *******
too which she_ admits


and here  a  motherfuggzi
   and/and all-rigour and all that
possibly a merry christmass,, dayys spent ,,,  full
you  are all that is  a \ all the pleasures off a small room
full off all the kool tools an art decoo  by now you know it
all thecrystal fairies in blue crystall *****
pretty slick,,,runs ,piping hott ,, undone  &the; buddha, the-rider,, the- boxes,,,layaway the glistering the beaming, all  the book keeping
a philistine, if i mayy impeccable, and  free
glitters all  the hourrs,a\ repliccaa just a beguiling  taste ,\
,,,little empty purposely,,

like   *******
time and time againn  !
  any takers
/Orphic
from,treetops,bellhops,  all  those-pitstops
   chit chats-flips flops flat-crapp


An ongoing black screen,
A blandest  morning,  ,
  ,abundunt  ///////////blunt & burnt
  DAMP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!­­
inadequate




       an excuiste disposition  man .
patterns   off a renditionactedrepetition&repetitions&
repletion
shufflingsguzzling delinqunts&coefficients
grassess boldpretty yellowred blue the spectrum
and even more_prisms
all off the “  the probabilities ”,man
blackk walls white onesnow how will you (know)))))))))))))))))))
oh me  the appointees, appointing _the degrees
dreaming, in
uncutt n undone
/clidosocpicc ,bymy
implict
understanding
finally
bequeathes
produces
copulate­­s
rests
indignant
relates

bit by bit
everthing
eventually all the leverging all my clever things

, climbing And/////////////ripping  , In a  room, twenty floors up, thriving,
to let me in, in a binn
dolls !incorrect mannequins insolvent
remainders


melting/rims
    & (&the-rites)&the/rebuttallgeriane
    soo free _-- b itt itt is still a bett
you  see? .  hula hoop/// off themerry go around
numbs  mi   is wett/where eevr
she is  is _she sheputts mi minus you
carryon men  cause the ferry is free finallyy
      /slips/ozzes / door to door/door to door/manyy  made    more
                                 burntt /stomped  swaps a swop/look/
                                 vacate again all




bequeathes itdoes so "soo, noted ""
"a cup of tea-- tells Jon
all oveer the leftovers
rearing  ,,“to which i may”,tells jill
,,,,, "a neat //pique"joon0
while whil i .......................... / invent ,,,,,,,









blinking/  /transpicuous&blue that  never end their rune
turned/clidosocpicc ,bymy _hey  ,chamomile- tells Jon/ mayb,,,“the drudge  magenta!,
//hilly billysyes please ,may be!
foams  ///////// noww/  well for once “   so pretty  ” shesays -cohorts_  welma
a  beguiling  taste/iNTRICATE
obscure/iff i may/maybe  enduring the imaculate many  times ( ()()())      undone  blown         shards/curls/hollahop boilerplates (/reminicent)))        pecarious a   ,
maybe manyy       benevolent        a blue moon soon wil b bluedont  dont ////////////  /imposing a finale- fugazii ( )    //tiers//-
!! the mirrors_(son)))))))yes allof them
rattled.....................................................­­....the proceses....................will take care off   to reset to beget to, towards
never complete         i had 2       yesthe cuss

(off.................................repetitionrendition
fr­ivolities as it seems   (belong 2  you               conditioned _))   the very magnifients/the more then malignant 1s           the redundant  aas much as you like _/NOW                 tipidinsovent       intact emotions    _87911987         rundown
the outcomesthe blunt ones
how will you (know)))))))))))))))))))
! turn        off the fencess        this be me "contrite“ patterns  emerge
3 times A big one _returns ,                 reminicent
)


heyy the
tin can /ginger bread man / alchemy! _____systemic/bring me a clouser man
if  thatt don't work
then the folk lore is broke
implict now_you cann land
i will need you to bow /noww
then go// fetch me a whoreall of them
and and all thatt flickering_____you seeis sea
ineivitable............. what nott?/. why  knot?/
a full blown
show tht i will orchisterate
at a
permanent  rate
                                        intenti­onally/maybe!
the ends
learned
,lended ......
cluttered/
shunted //justt// just
a massivve/ cursive! urge~! to merge/~!
withh a swelling!  Atemporal herdd
even more then ////////////////thatt
a fact of a non vanishhing/a verybrave !lure
now  booed()&&&&)through
andthrough

enthralled forr noww

ineptta jazza bop   the stomp    "she" 2is a sheep  she said
       the.traces
  pearls plentyful made in skyy/  scuffed
/landscapes/embraces/ invented  /fluxes
rendetion an entire year
  &  akingdom constructed) &  /a  trance tiltscorissa
"""  chris crossess immashort off breath widerhides her
onntootoo/many gabrielle hire the!tin can man  
   unkept  /pigging cleaning,every quarter
  on all times   many many many-/cut/ _so forth
theendsmendingfreefall _a room invented  along , noww

    melting/rims
    & (&the-rites)&the/rebuttallgeriane
    soo free _-- b itt itt is still a bett
you  see? .  hula hoop/// off themerry go around
numbs  mi   is wett/where eevr  
she is  is _she sheputts mi minus you
carryon men  cause the ferry is free finallyy
      /slips/ozzes / door to door/door to door/manyy  made    more                              
                                 burntt /stomped  swaps a swop/look/
                                 vacate again all

jesus!
    the /rigour all that hula hoop off my kinds
possibly   ,,,  full?the beaming,   ALLmy the book keeping
glitters all  ,imortals
\ repliccaas& then somelines//to upload)wishfull-thinking /lendng
discontent  / neatt/  mother  ,every quarter)
the clouds/massquadre ,(this is cat ,, though/through ,,moved,,move onbilly bobT)))are you for free
   projected .mediocre , mister faires in ferries  the  hula hoop.a-slowwcutsitthroughhjust like you
ending me uping you



all that //were/  -redone-releventt_some //// are --- as / is///my polemicwizkids
yes themms
now and then again
is knownhere _as=similar
////neccessarily a stance  man
shunted // the eagles dare _the vultures stare/everywhereevrything everybody justt fadespermanent INGOD   INGOD  we fuss,
  INGOD in INGOD we rust  INGOD in INGOD beeming our dreams
fluttrings /foams///fcking sherlock holmes!!!!//// iff it don't stop ,,,i ill-equipped/i skipped
all that ...by a..leap year
//were/  -redone-releventt to some //// are --- as / is///
is knownhere too  are=similari thinkk
cluttered//// a stance aNN eagle- angle man
three times a dribble!!!!
shunted //  everybody justt fades_____permanent fckin pepermints/forr fcksake
for once/scuffled-sufficient______________­_and brave
and the depths so pretty for sure / it wil lure all it  suffixes
will remitt   /loops/poops/soups, stoops, stoups,
and some of them  burn in hell occasaionally /permanentlyy
pridepreoccupiedmaterializedhey heyhey!
men withthe scowls //so distinct ?? but  fck them all INNgodd TILL GODcomes/around
it  lasts //the leapings!creeping, heaping, keeping, peeping, reaping, seeping, sleeping, steeping
/ // reappearingg /lendinggg / limping// rearing/handmade kind of  dreams /transpicuous
and we wonder whyy   // in this al of it
it will ........
of tea/and honey -man i know  with it  /// buzzin all the slushing//blushing  jazz like   *******
time and time againn  !al night  day
wired tried intake-uptake /cup cakes/hatted  /// orbs many many many kinds justt soo many soo many  many
  any takers in no hurry
/Orphic
left /blending/mended melting too which she says enough off all this shenanigans i want //if this is
her--  landscapes   changes to a lake!samea sloth/kindd  for fck-sake
&thunderheart
last calll
vistitude
inn all and all thatt might / iff it don't , skipped all //were/connoisseurs---
all are invitedall now invented

-redone-relearnttsome //// are --- as / is///
  knownas fullblown-milestones
cluttered////complusarily a stance a man

a-blue,, a-temple a bloom,a ,temple a rook a trek a stoop now
Buddha, a simpleton/buddah geriane 16-1-5-1, miniature lamps,,blizzards6-1-5-1,
all that can in a man/rigour all that hula hoop
possibly a merry christmass,, dayys spent ,,,  full
you  are all that is  a \ all the pleasures off a small room
full off all the kool tools an art decoo  by now you know it
all thecrystal fairies in blue crystall *****
pretty slick,,,runs ,piping hott ,, undone  &the; buddha, the-rider,, the- boxes,,,layaway the glistering the beaming, all  the book keeping
a philistine, if i mayy impeccable, and  free
glitters all  the hourrs,a\ repliccaa just a beguiling  taste ,\mann
,,,little empty purposely,, masterfully done,,,in a cann
beefy ,,,and, plenty-full surelyy/ superman
the nectar bequeathsA  batman
once-more
projected .mediocre , mister faires in ferries  shimmering  dearest of stories  / wings/reminising faires
drool  an artt decoo ,,,a purple tea *** in which we drink our tea,,,mirrors,,, the very best in the pristine
the mannequins,,all the more-jesus,the-rider,, the- boxes,,
,, iff only i may all that   hula hoop.dope-slopes -keystrokes -rabbi=ed folks we traversed   alone
among the ******* faires shining.and whineing
tee -hometown alleys too,the innate shufling,  neat //pique
   from,treetops,bellhops,  all  those-pitstops
   chit chats-flips flops flat-crapp



tar pit / alchemy ______systemic
if all thatt frantic/pseudo-automattikk !forced-forged  all thatt fluttrings // ringed _ /foams iff it don't stop ,,
_ /linking/ skippeingg weekly {builtsbuilds__reigning__the ends
learned
,lended ......ineivitable............. what nott
cluttered////intentionally a full blown blow an angle man

shunted //justt permanent



  .astute, many floors up,every quarter
the clouds/massquadre ,













,






















occasaionally /permanentlyy
one more
once-more
_


    all the honey  all those loops /foams iff it don't  all that //were/  -redone-releventt to some.
    that's brave itsan intake//// are --- as / is///
is knownhere too  ?=similar=
shunted // the cats dare the rats stayed clear everybody justt fades permanent
/sad !

dont /scuffled-sufficient
so pretty _____effiecently done 1 by 1
men withthe scowls //so distinct ??
itt lasts //the leapings!
kind of  dreams /transpicuous
orbs many many many kinds
   in no hurry
/once-more
left /blending/

everybody justt fades

   *******
too which she_ admits


and here  a  motherfuggzi
   and/and all-rigour and all that
possibly a merry christmass,, dayys spent ,,,  full
you  are all that is  a \ all the pleasures off a small room
full off all the kool tools an art decoo  by now you know it
all thecrystal fairies in blue crystall *****
pretty slick,,,runs ,piping hott ,, undone  &the; buddha, the-rider,, the- boxes,,,layaway the glistering the beaming, all  the book keeping
a philistine, if i mayy impeccable, and  free
glitters all  the hourrs,a\ repliccaa just a beguiling  taste ,\
,,,little empty purposely,,

like   *******
time and time againn  !
  any takers
/Orphic
from,treetops,bellhops,  all  those-pitstops
   chit chats-flips flops flat-crapp


An ongoing black screen,
A blandest  morning,  ,
  ,abundunt  ///////////blunt & burnt
  DAMP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!­
i­nadequate




       an excuiste disposition  man .
patterns   off a renditionactedrepetition&repetitions&
repletion
shufflingsguzzling delinqunts&coefficients
grassess boldpretty yellowred blue the spectrum
and even more_prisms
all off the “  the probabilities ”,man
blackk walls white onesnow how will you (know)))))))))))))))))))
oh me  the appointees, appointing _the degrees
dreaming, in
uncutt n undone
/clidosocpicc ,bymy
implict
understanding
finally
bequeathes
produces
copulate­­s
rests
indignant
relates

bit by bit
everthing
eventually all the leverging all my clever things

, climbing And/////////////ripping  , In a  room, twenty floors up, thriving,
to let me in, in a binn
dolls !incorrect mannequins insolvent
remainders


melting/rims
    & (&the-rites)&the/rebuttallgeriane
    soo free _-- b itt itt is still a bett
you  see? .  hula hoop/// off themerry go around
numbs  mi   is wett/where eevr
she is  is _she sheputts mi minus you
carryon men  cause the ferry is free finallyy
      /slips/ozzes / door to door/door to door/manyy  made    more
                                 burntt /stomped  swaps a swop/look/
                                 vacate again all




bequeathes itdoes so "soo, noted ""
"a cup of tea-- tells Jon
all oveer the leftovers
rearing  ,,“to which i may”,tells jill
,,,,, "a neat //pique"joon0
while whil i .......................... / invent ,,,,,,,









blinking/  /transpicuous&blue that  never end their rune
turned/clidosocpicc ,bymy _hey  ,chamomile- tells Jon/ mayb,,,“the drudge  magenta!,
//hilly billysyes please ,may be!
foams  ///////// noww/  well for once “   so pretty  ” shesays -cohorts  welma
a  beguiling  taste/iNTRICATE
obscure/iff i may/maybe  enduring the imaculate many  times ( ()()())      undone  blown         shards/curls/hollahop boilerplates (/reminicent)))        pecarious a   ,
maybe manyy       benevolent        a blue moon soon wil b bluedont  dont ////////////  /imposing a finale- fugazii ( )    //tiers//-
!! the mirrors_(son)))))))yes allof them
rattled.....................................................­­....the proceses....................will take care off   to reset to beget to, towards
never complete         i had 2       yesthe cuss

(off.................................repetitionrendition
fr­ivolities_ as it seems   (belong 2  you               conditioned _))   the very magnifients/the more then malignant 1s           the redundant  aas much as you like _/NOW                 tipidinsovent       intact emotions    87911987         rundown
the outcomesthe blunt ones
how will you (know)))))))))))))))))))
! turn        off the fencess        this be me "contrite“ patterns  emerge
3 times A big one returns ,                 reminicent
)


heyy the
tin can /ginger bread man / alchemy! _____systemic/bring me a clouser man
if  thatt don't work
then the folk lore is broke
implict now_you cann land
i will need you to bow /noww
then go// fetch me a reall-whoreall of them
and and all thatt flickering_____you seeis sea
ineivitable............. what nott?/. why  knot?/
a full blown
show tht i will orchisterate
at a
permanent  rate
                                        intentionally/maybe!
the ends
learned
,lended ......
cluttered/
shunted //justt// just
a massivve/ cursive! urge~! to merge/~!
withh a swelling!  Atemporal herdd
even more then ////////////////thatt
a fact of a non vanishhing/a verybrave !lure
now  booed()&&&&)through
andthrough

Mr. Bag Man,
Let go of your rucksack.

There’s only one carryon the bus will let you carry on,
Those bags will only slow you down,
My hand is here to pull you out,
Of the hurts from the past that haunt you.

Bag man,
You’ll hurt your back like that,
Dragging all those bags behind you.

Pack light.

They’ll only get in your way,
And make moving harder for you.

Mr. Bag man,
All you need is you.

Let me guide you to,
The new place designed for you.

Those bags will crowd you space.
Let go of them at a pace that works for you.

Mr. Bag Man,
Let go of those bags,
You’ll miss your bus like that.

If you can’t hurry up,
She’ll leave you at this stop,
with your stuff,
And you can’t miss this bus,
Another won’t wait for you.

It’ll be hard.
The past can hurt too much,
But let her love guide you.

Mr. Bag Man,
Let it go,
All you need is you,
And her love,
In this new place she’ll take you.