You lay at the hem of dirt.

Decaying rot and smells have begone for century's.

Vampire haven and alter high grade of appeal.

Worm's jump as bird''s approach.

He he, you will not succeed for we are specialy made and protect by our creator so hi.

The birds perch of the dead bark growing amber.

Whistling as his friend, path is full of head lights as night tilt's on-wards!

Last second, from those berry on the lawn of his favorite landing.

They were laced with dmt too seed his constuct.



Before words his movement where advancement of a plain

this is my 5th attempt of the day at poetry i guess i'm really trying to say something, heh?

how do i implement nets
(a) net that catches the unconscious

(where) life lands as poetry


how do i implement a net that catches the unconcsious

an aperatus where writing falls over and becomes poetry
where writing lands as poetry

its so hard to constuct
how do you give structure to poetry
you have to let it be as thin as everything (anything) else
an eccentricity
an interest
an anomoly
let it be swift like an wild animal that can't be tamed

how

where can life land has poetry
where writing lands as poetry

i dont understand the emptiness the subsides. deluged in a subconcious mass of riptides. theres a better constuct among the hillsides. but the mind is branching off in dark suicides.