Many houses have been cleaned on ***** window routes
Terraced rows and bungelows and other glass recruits
Customers of differant types some casual, some suits
Pleasent ones and lovely ones, some of them fun hoots

One window shined, revealed behind someones bathroom door
An awful sight giving us a fright, more than we bargained for
We went to clean it was abscene, that horrible thing we saw
Showing his snake was it a mistake, or was he just a *****

Every time we went to clean situations would get worse
We didn't want to catch a glimps, of his ****** immerse
A naked burden it bacame, why was he so perverse
***** windows should remain to conceal that bathroom curse

The anxiousness we both felt, how low he always sank
Unwanted sightings of body flesh and yanking on his plank
Disgusting ways of a deprived mind, so very dark and dank
***** windows are one thing, but not when you ******* ****

We did not want to ascend, with each ladder run to climb
knowing what awaited us we didn't want to see his slime
That bathroom window was regular, he did it every time
His kind of antics should be re-classed as a life of grime

We're not interested in plonker pulling a real discusting stunt
Nakedness we don't want to see, or a nasty shiveled front
Your ***** windows are to much so we will both be blunt
Keep your wanking to yourself and ******* your ***** ****

We don't care how many times, or how much you try
There is no necessitation to see your small **** eye
Confess your sins and tell your wife and don't you effing lie
That you've been bathroom wanking and flashing your cream pie

We told him we're not cleaning, when he dosent wear a stitch
And because he had to ******* **** and treat us like his *****
We're not your pleasure ******, when you've got that certain itch
Your ***** windows we wont clean when your mind is in a ditch

It's time us girls said goodbye you've made us ******* cross
Window cleaners we may be but your not our wanking boss
So now we're gone and you know why, my friend it's adios
And all because you had to flash and have a bathroom toss

this will be an off the chest one,
a long one,
a crazy (and) derisive one for
we
who once were
i
are now foregone.

we sit here
writing -
startled by the addition of
LOUD
music(?) to my library;
not my taste -
pink floyd
leaks through my
head phones from
the coffee shop speakers.
tea scalded tongue,
she did
warn me,
did she...

- a break,
thats where we
find
ourselves and
wondering what will come
of the fu-
tu-
re
furthur out from
now?

we quiet now,
find ourselves
lulled through
into
another plane
of which -
break end.

this year -
bitter winds find
necessitation in
her
fixation -
as last year
as next year,
til time
cedes.

we write with open head
and fluid mental
projection,
a reality
created
from each of ours
and one into
the next;
'our universe is
vast'
some cry,
of course we
know
it is.

tea no longer
scalds
(
to burn
the flesh away
)
as twangy
guitar follows
snappy snare,
tap tap
tip
tap,
blues wail
away.

- - - to take a ****
to take a cigarette
to take a lover - - -

lover missed,
though
so did the
****;
currents retain
fluidity.

we're done.

hello again odd-book,
been a minute since
breathless words have
fallen here. since this
hand struck words from
self-interred meter. and
longer still since pen-
aided conception has glown
through adverbial muck.
    and again odd-book,
with pages of many facet,
resentment is not found
when returning to
             the Universal.
repentance with slurred
words – with qualming hands –
never again to feel necessitation
when returning home. when
returning with seriousless
vanity to witness some re-
flection of age since past.
    and here odd-book,
has been created metic-
ulous noise. here has been
beauty expressed, alongside
glory’s antithesis. here be-
came an ‘I’ that is new,
that is ruined and interregna,
that’s in whole encephalic.
    and here again, odd-book,
       “i am dandelion,
            i am magnolia,
               i am albatross."

All my life I’ve wondered
      What in the world put me here?
And when the colors glide together
      I must lean back from
  what I see to
        get a better look
    The vivid edges show me
  what time has really done with
my rain-filled skies and
       happy smiles
What movement has
Created from my birth and
    what change has had
  me realize
The events multiply into a
       saga of choices and
things beyond my
       reach
  When pondering my achievements
         I remember the
       simple moments,
              choosing to be cordial
        and the lasting seals I’ve
            left on
                 this place
   If just one indefinite thing lives
    longer than I do
    it’s been worth it
       And even at my pessimistic peak,
   I know that if
    my most horrible deeds have been
coming into possession of someone else’s pen
   and having too much of a good thing-
       words, lips, and candy-
     I’ve done more good than bad
But though I try to pull
       my slack in my
       stronger moments
I can’t quite tauten the string
  of happenstances
        Mine.
   However, this necessitation
teaches me to use my greatest abilities
     the
        first time and I’ve
learned too much to
     be forced to ponder slighter
           things for long
                 It is just the
most important questions of
  this life that
            cause me to sit and wonder
               like
                       the reason I am
                          a pawn of the world
a servant of God
   ballet is beautiful
       but a wordless story seems
            to leave one wanting something
    more and
          when I’m gone I need for
    there to be tastes of my spirit
             in vision and mind
      contentment to replace the ordinary dissatisfaction
          my trunk can grow tall but
        if only a spattering
     of leaves grow from
         branches not reaching vary far
what is the point of growing for so long
           yet if I’ve taught
     children to look deeper
              than crust and see core
     without having to search
                surely I’ve
     achieved a perfect score
             if I’ve molded minds towards
fondness of justice
       I’ve implanted a sound instinct and I hope
     you’ll always trust it
        if I’ve shown anyone that
a full life is gained by
      simply not discounting anything
    I’ve been competent toward my goal.
Why come closer when
         I can hear everything
   here and when
       stress turns it all awry and impossible
    all one has
   to do is
        acquire realization
that success is achieved
      solely by keeping the fire going
another day
       being about
to see all of the
junctures one can overlook
      even the teeth-gritting occasions
        can be
          turned over onto a smoother
side and I
       think most happenings of life are
beautiful
     a tiny boy wondrously tugging soft twists
the night’s skies under a girl’s eyes from
           drowning in pages the previous night
               putting
paint on your nails and orange peels over
            your teeth
                colorful shoes and
            chocolate cake and a
          first kiss on your 14th birthday, even
                    being too scared to ride
   or mourning a dog’s death
      or getting fired for standing up to a
      cruel boss
   holding it too long and
   fights over basketball
              because each and every commodity
               should open your eyes
           to the fact the you are alive
                  (you pick the situations you
                         stay in for
                             the most part and
                                           you have the power
                                            to make
                                                  change)
                                        and I hope you see that
                                          living is not
                                          living
                                                 with no risk
                           every minute is worth it and
                                   nothing happens without reason
                         I want you to see that my confidence of
                             a full life comes
                          from every moment that made it up and
                that my life’s greatest regret
is that I don’t remember every day in it.

Anticipation
is a seven-year-word,

Annihilation
is a double-edged sword,

Necessitation
is forgiveness untoward.

I can try to fall in love
With your secret abuse
If it's just a few bruises
Just a few dead dreams
We can rework it all and get on top

Where we can cover up the truth
Hold them under water
While we fake the chance to save someone
And play our little hero game

We will never fall
Because it's once and for all
And the dregs are simply obligations
To break the ties of desolation

You automaton,
You necessitation.

You empty hole,
You faceless demon.