So nice to be praised like a
state honor
Giving your heart to a donor

"Broadcasting romance forecasting"

The brain the heart is the
everlasting mind control
"Outlasting getting the taste
of food* the best treatment to
the soul well behaved to
Her voice plays the webcasting"

   EvEr__LaSTing
Life of miracles

The strong will heart heroes
No time for fasting
  The contrasting the colors
Neverlasting beats
the story knows to heat
Pieces build the right parts

Minds of selfish needs
pulled together wishful
thinking
Bring me the seven wonders
of the fish family Trump towers

Like estate will who will?
Open book in progress
the leader
But reading behind the lines
Do we trust the believer
Book of love can be
a game of mystery meeting
the deceiver

Never wanting this to end
Around the bend
"Who is on first"
Or the oldest Estate someone
leaves a comment at last

Saying just stay no rest
Like the wary
Estate schedule feels
like a tightrope
We cannot cope became
an estate neverending line
Bird wire you're always
*Welcome
Rotary phones
The pain excruciating tones
Just tweet cat got your tongue
The will hat off yellow canary
How your pride had you
The sensitive side your tooth hurt
Still flying Angelic fairy dessert

The Messenger
Kick in the pants
unknown passenger
Signed and delivered
Cruel documents the
hell wheel so fevered
Emotions to remember
the utmost condition
Like something so new
never touched

But something was there
and someone
else felt quite the experience
The feelings were overplayed
But the lover stayed eyes
Into her movie screen
King Estate pages from
her book unusual scene
Words she spoke delicately
pronounced but rushed

Not an ounce of gold
coming from the weight
of his belt like he vanished
Estate the beauty of the tree
everlasting from the root
Of his mind the greed got evil
Transcending "God" sending
We are the world blessings

The estate sale there were rules
Raised hands commending
Dinning like the Royal Queen
In her divine "Estate chair" hum
The whole entire spectrum
Predisposition in relation
Sum of all fears
His dark shirt with
suspender pants
That old Estate set two minds  
were perfectly set was not
a twinset or any bet

The everlasting kissing the
Sunset spiritual picnic
She's his peach everlasting
sunrises tic tac or nick nacks
And Plum's bunch of Irises
Those whispered promises
Estate lovebirds cage-free
Everlasting conclusion Oh! me
Eyes got blurry chipped white
picket fence
Last will everlasting dance
The state of mind ski *****

Her envelope got licked to elope
So tethered everlasting pearls
of Grandmas strings
Feeling her fingers
Rapunzel hair whispers the
harp tranquil bright tealight
Nine lives of a cat nap
Twin set laptop Estate house flip

Robin redbreast everlasting
Estate she sings South trip
She wakes up from her dream
She got the "Estate" in her hands
Everlasting Holylands

We continuously make a fool of ourselves, unconsciously for the enjoyment of others, not lacking the self esteem self belief on the contrary we're encouraging individuals who slide through the ******* getting nicks an nacks ticks an tacks on our hearts an our backs slaps an pats patronized for our looks an our hooks the way dance or we cook we guide you through life like an open book but then treated like an unknown crook, but look I'm not shook  I won't be that crook I slide through ******* getting nicks an nacks ticks and tacks on my heart an my back because I don't lack and I won't look back I'm way stronger then that.
D.J.Turner

Hid behind curtains in fear , hard to take a second glance, my arch nemesis waited at the end table , reflecting light from the space heater
guarding nick- nacks , pictures ,  Bible and other what -nots , outside
to a frigid November with stair stepping Georgia Pines , frost in battle with the early morning sun , Mama Kuhn is calling for her missing , frightened great grandson !

We all have a place
that we keep
(just in case)
our hord
or our stash
our clutter.

Things that had purpose
or by some chance
may be used again.
Oddities and nic nacks
Old candles and keys
obsolete rechargers and batteries
cables and thimbles,
coins of foreign currencies
manuals and letters and lint.

And they are stored
in shoeboxes,
beer crates
bottom drawers
wardrobes,
on garage shelves
or in hearts.

I keep everything bottled up, like the alcohol. I kept bottled up until the perfect occasion. words are like wax, the way they soothe your skin. Just to be ripped off. Beauty hurts, and my brain is like the junk drawr your mom says is pointless. I've got more than one, some have nick nacks. Others have yellowed pages with an 8 year olds signature. 47 questions to a dad she'll never meet. My mom found them and asked if I stll need these. I shrugged it off, but later that day she found me in a pile of trash gripping those wrinkled pages. Because if I let go of the grief who am I? I eat mini kit kats, and get drunk with people I don't know. To pass the time. I watch strangers in the streets, know me more intimstely than I ill ever let a boy. My mom asked me what the matter, the world shook into a great perhaps. I look away, running my finger down the cracks in the pavement. My dad never wanted me. She said, oh please. Huffed away. But what she doesn't understand. Is that she understands perfectly. But selfishly she puts it behind her. Because the men she chose to put in her daughters life, didn't belong there. In this spectrum. And everything was built up on pity & rebellion. Emotionally & physically abused since 02. I crushed that sea shell dad, the one I got from the sea. I guess it got bad connection. Maybe you never could hear from me...

What's yours
Years such tears
Hearing the strike
After midnight
clock to love
anyone
Admiral the General
Truly mine belong to
Robin birds pasture

Words in Thou
seeds different
needs in nature
The flocks of
opportunity
Truly-Knocks* indeed

Tic tac those nick-nacks
Hot fire in the nook
Face to face the crook
inside the book
Bomb goes
tick tock
Down the docks

Chicks the great lakes
To give whats to take
deadly
hike to be like
Them chances
Bone-chilling slim


  Oh! Yikes
Two I pods before
Red heart bikes
The movie picks
yours truly is he
Truly yours caring
What about sharing?
Drinks lion den cubs
So bearing
No tricks more flicks
Beyond your
wildest dream
tearing

Paws and pubs
Cute labs jump for
Tips lips lean
Happiness changes
so mean in between
The obsessions
Divination digging
hearts
The worst part the
cremation
Truly ours the
fun vacation

Those Gratis tips
Truly delicious invitation
Heavenly coffee sips
"Happy Hips"
Forever to be mine
Your Lips
Orders and top secret

Those "Jetset Lawyers"
Child of mine
Bonded forever like
Valentine lovers
What's yours to be mine
We thought love
forever or whatever?

Truly the dweller
All the time who was
the liar pour the drink
We got ******* to be loved
Truly yours sips the
Screwdriver

Despite all his missing teeth
And bombed out cavities
He can still eat bags of
Bricks and speak
With perfect diction.
Somedays we crave
Revolution when
He crosses the line
And we the
Comittee dream
Of removing
His authority.
but theres nothing
Left. So we press
And pull our cigarets.
and curse the birds
and talk about
Whatever *****
Our fancy.

Inside our own jokes and theraputical
Humor:
We wait for him (our boss)
While his briches swell more
And more every hour
Till his buttons burst
And his yellow fork
Lifts final suicide attempt
Becomes a sucessful send off
After to many
Years it finnaly
****** out
All the unchanged oil
And passes out in the
Mainconcorse next
To all the pigeon ****
On top of all the knick nacks
Behind customer service.

I forgot
I have forgotten who I was
and why I came up onto this roof
why I do this so often

I come up here to simplify

In my house, there is internet and music
and my computer, TV, nick nacks, memories, the past,
the future
the now
it is all down there

Up here...
up here there are clouds
sometimes stars
trees, grass, a shed, two sheds,
a road that no one travels on
occasionally music in the distance
from a house near the lake
the one that parties too much
full of the nows
but here
birds, crickets, cicadas, bats
the earth moves around me

Up here
I have what I always will have
even if I lose everything
I will have this simple beauty
and they will keep believing
that as long as people come to their party
they have it all

Click clack
Skeleton in a shack
He's got so many Nick nacks in his head

But he's still only a walking dead
Tut Tut
He's just a fading memory
Walking among the living.

Alas what you are blind of
Is the fact we all will be like him in the end
You will be a skeleton among men.

Empty is the formless being
All that's needed is to be
Free, a bodiless container
I can not be contained!

Empty are my feelings for you
I have burned with passion
And it hurts
Love always hurts

Empty are my drawers
Of nick nacks
Single socks
When does the cycle end

Empty is my mind
Unlearning lines and phrases
Full with reason and logic
Remind me to forget to remember
That I knew it all along.

Empty is my heart
So it can be filled with love.
Love that knows no boundaries.
Overflowing in the sea of you.

seeing your phone number feels like
waves of counting days
that were numbered & outstretched before all of us
the most important part of your story
will never reach me
because you kept them away and boxed
with toothpaste and fruit snacks
and knick nacks and heart attacks

but i cant help wondering if you knew
that your days were few
or if you woke knowing
this is it, this is it

if you can see her now
lying on that couch
everything inside her coming unfastened
the door to her private memories
unhinged & hanging in its tilted doorframe
missing you

grandma told me that they found your glasses
old and taped—shirts and shorts
threadbare and discolored
thats who i knew you as, my grandpa
the first to give and store away the better things

the closing of doors and of people is something
i have become used to
but rarely has anyone with such few words
been able to make my tears run with endless sincerity
and thats what i will remember you for
that dry humor that watered life into me
on days where i felt desiccated and barren

i cant taste the disappointment of packing away
a life you built from nothing
i didn’t see the shame of losing it all
but i saw someone who was defeated my whole life
whose eyes traced the floor at family functions
who no one would speak to because of the damage
so id try and crack jokes or talk about smaller things
to take the weight off

you taught me everything i knew about
filing my taxes
the important things, the ones you need forever
to sort my life into compartments, to make it easier

you taught me how to stop speaking in expletives
because I’m a smart girl, people will take me more
seriously this way
so when i get nervous or tongue tied
and don’t know what to say, just like now
i think of you and i find my words
to keep me from saying
i am, like, so sad and unsure of
how to deal with this
and to just say
i miss you and i am sorry
that you were battling all those wars
on your own

there are few people who love you at every angle
of who you are
and when those people are no longer
the air goes cold on the warmest day
and every evening feels like a time without end

i think i would rather be invisible while i search
through old letters and birthday cards
searching through old scars
trying to remember the last feeling like this one
anchored in the harbor of my ribcage
and if i told you what this feels like
i know you’d come back within hours if you could
with some remedy you read about
or some package of medicine
telling me to be well,
be well my dear.

Welcome home.

Civilisation, the last resort and the predators report for duty. You want it when you want it and if you don't, it won't sway you, say, you a predator too? Some sugar is spice to entice men because men are easily led. We buy electronic genes which seems like a good idea, at the time we buy them everything does.

I trip out on Telstar and that's still orbiting
getting in the circuits to overload its circuits,
and
it'll be made into a song which we'll carry on our backs.

There's no more beatniks, sputniks, peaceniks, there's only nick nacks, tin shacks and old hacks like me,
see, you are a predator, ******* out the marrow waiting for tomorrow, dreaming of who knows?

I watch him as he goes
and then he vanishes
leaving just a chem' trail

all digital footprints erased.

"IF YOU AIN'T A CHICKEN BABY...COME HERE!"

Comes home in tears
fortune teller in the flats

has assured her
that she is a lovely woman

and I am a very bad man
altogether

and she must
must leave me

to save her own
sanity.

I go to see the gypsy
get it straight from the horse's mouth.

She an old cartoon crone
straight out of Arthur Rackham.

She's got someone else's
future in her hand.

I wait in the living room
the usual nick-nacks

faded China dolls
from all over the world

and stuck in a corner
the latest Prince vinyl  

***** Mind...it's black shellac
peeping out of it stiff white sleeve.

Controversy still spanking
brand new.

Can't imagine her
giving Head a listen

or grooving to
Do It All Night.

Jack You Off....Do Me Baby
just not her - style somehow.

She smiles
"the grand childer's!"

Checks my hand
for what can be

wrung out of
the future.

She informs me
I am the nicest man  ever

but that I live with
a terrible woman altogether

and that I must
must leave her

to save
my sanity.

I leave
to save my sanity.

"Sure won't I be
seeing ya to the door!"

She sings sotto
voce to herself.

"Alright say, we'll put some funk on here
I'll jack you off
If you ain't a chicken baby, come here!"