Hurricane Mathew

I ask a third or fourth time,

When is it supposed to hit?

I ask

one second time later

But it's the

New day

Not a one

And not a

crucial
piercing

blue day




A simple tiny little
                    You
Day


Reformat

My mind from memories


Thinking then

Then the thought

making steps
a bit more pleasant

Healing the try and burning the gauze

For a brighter

(And th3n)

purified future

The outcome father,

Has me quoting melodies
Closing my eyes

So that now I am seeing

My childhood's house burn


I chew the candy now


Pink...

... moving lobes


Moving...


the boys scratching your newly
(Insert ****** possibly insectuous) painted siding

And that wasn't remembering



That was
   (Or is it now)

Over and over
And it's over

Oh so oh oh


I mix my mediums

You've made a mistake



I mixed my mediums


Betrayed by blood magic



A sequence of sounds

The pen

A barn

And my
((And mine alone))

Crystallization

.

I wondered once
And surfed

I lied once
And shivered

I woke up
And spoke once

A pool of blood
((Nurses telling you))

It's a lot of blood

And the drummers shake

My death

My . .


I wish to say
My pen leaks


Wish and pray because of Saturday

So today I stay
  


   A madman

Oh...

so

mad
Man


Breathe wind breathe .

Breathing.

Win.

Win but breathe.


The shorter term breeze


And you'd say (I hope)


There he goes again.


Argh she blows.

Again.


And I continue this


A death without

A death  tasting oh but so foul


Picture me as I stay asleep


A microphone's pop

Ad

And the sweetest feeling of kissing me

Not knowing

I cramp too soon

And I hide
bug poison
In my thinning hair


But what is that?


Virulity is

And power....


And all of this....


It is abracadabra

It is alakazam.


Life is a few minced words..

O'
sweet destiny
with nubile stitchings now made stronger
with substance
new ink is distance we've missed
together

your needle's eye
and your pins so much sharper

o'er pavement and briars
all surfaces, now taxed lighter

my hours with silence
my eyes pursue
and praise
the calmer echoes in darkness

yes, keep me
of age
at dewy midnight
i sing
that you may not wander

the shot best taken here,
light fills

where I stand this clearing
but there
& there
my eyes witness three hens

come here, come here,
hurry now
you his

there is time not for us to waste

I obey and bring myself
in a cautious, efficient
most effective pace

looking back to a moment,
we sit for hours watching while
our prey circles around us

there are pots nesting there like flies

but inside dampness raises our thoughts

the ones I hide

the ones you love

puling off my tongue

twisting

with a new border and the words

traced over

original art

sold below markets
and places you misplaced that misplace your value
a tiny whisper here
and a smaller sort of incantation there

but here

here is to
warm nights and the cold days
that pursue

and with a monster there
the storm brewed and you've not prepared your stomach

so call and call
raise hell as I
drown myself