feel
ingersoll a
ound
you tease me
an get
hurry
hurry
to me
sta{questnomatterwhat{ion
space
ever i please
myself
myself
my almost evention
raided
so i'm hurting
not new things
anyone knows
loaned to me
me me
presha cooka
ismeme
nouned out
seem
telegraphic{ion}
teleologic oat
ion, gote, head
lawnchair
here your hair
lists
what does sebonic eagle mean?
what chirps i'ms at sun gone?
but or leaks trail oil
spread even lies in wake?
i am going to be with you
we here their us
even, i am with you now
amhome
frenchcurving
irly irly
emmorning issed
ussth rie
am coming again
to uss
th. baby
tellareyes
and enfocus
feathervest
nick writes fuckposition
oh nick, my nick
my best
come w/me lightly away
furryhoodhurryaway
enow!
yep
to characters in to books
with there pages expertly
shuffled nearly to dee
make dovetail
i kiss your neck
should i have shaved first?
and my mouths suck
many cars inrow parked on
a softside street
en your hands bus a route
humming up my backroad
en more traffic beats
ifeel with my teeeth
lescue onto th'out
am beez a hunny wilcum
tousee mianja dance
soucurlier lesser sircls
fer lesser pools
a biger bare cums and hides is shy
fer a our n leaves
a wreath of chrysal
having way more n you need it too
n my i need it eround yoo
lookin down pass tits
muddy feet a moment
e roc{k} it{s} me as its a too heavy chore for scients
itsts more of a blasting forth and shall round corners to become easier
bendery xulf
i'm a nrvs bwycn in the sand tnite with my uninotesolo and
my homes are spiderflies grammas also homes
twk a fakation with yrself tnite \or the in danger{dangeris} lite weeks from now!
somuchof thisisn't said, our unhurled overreaching
adamized.
is a sigeret tonite up my boring i
triplomat month of gosts in a sauuuuuuna
{becums as a hoosegow, d'ya think?}
@ some line wer in good that time is fake
amd
wer
not
rilly crusifide to badlee after all son!!
n i tripped on a to long sock had got harder as the wearing kept on going....
flicksuckholdmmmputitdownwhywonthisseveninchplay?
to little resistence of it's to curvy one cide, maybe i thought@once new storing routine well improment that later. not promising anything ofachange...
damnow itsout
likesay goodthing timeis a restoration comitee again!
n i have a miliin jragging sekints fortucee
thereare thosesircles cirounding every nothing act ion
glad and happy! lasts all day! what i get from it!
{hah, no keep that yerself, time being insincere}
but instead a great great organ i'll have towering upon
{menudo fame stretched lemniscate like}
and to the side of my bed
and to press even @ key!
sore up i'm vvvibrattted by bottom note!
{stop pulling i'm getting there in my underwear}
shakey a tree lets you in fer green a tuesday
hore my eyse hound up to the left and downright scrying
nowhere else a better juttering!
the night used to drive my
pen into something crazy
i'll let it again
and a puddle walks past me
puzzled at my passing
i never wanted to stop
and write but i need at
least to see the page
facinated at me into broken
lines i want a dictionary
backpack for a reason my
spine is crooked
penmanship counts in the dark
ghosts of apples are mixed
in with this dirt
edging the gutters who
wink to each other they enjoy
their eye level i can
tell and i'm hardly bothered
when i wanted
i stretched dry leaves into
a realistic drumset signed
me by thumprints
somewhere a clink of a dog
wants to chase me i
could hope to be lost in this town
by sixteen blocks
distracted with my holsters
slipping down into unconsciousness
and chafing i should scrape my
face and break out into synonyms
one more cigarette and clipped
sentence i barely notice
numbfingers choosing not to
bend to important matters
i was shaking awake when
a great grill's shadow fell
on the lawn and i almost
littered and was promptly
humbled by a holy cross of
a streetsign and a hydrant
as acting archbishop i walk
over two more grills
i make an effort to wipe my
nose between drags and want
another cup of coffee instead
of bushes here they have small
bluffs in the yard covered in
creeping vines broken branches
can be seen stuck periodically
in them not feeling trapped
i fancied the evening out of dings
in the hydrant with a nail file
i'm almost hesitant to look
up because i could be lost i must
have paced by this driveway twice
and cars are taking an interest
no i've wandered back to
somewhere familiar now
some chopped wood on a porch made the
shape of an indifferent cat and
the nieghborhood residents can be
heard singing one of them
enclosed in black narrowly avoided
me hoping not to be written down
i'm sitting back on the steps to my own door
and my hands are completely clenched
and my nose is permanently wet like a cat's
i'm ready to go in
in a flash my socks can slide inches farther and i drop, striking with narrow intent,
and then retire myself as an old man and piano, piano, piano, oh... see boys,
laugh at me now over ready graves spat with wrong blackkeys, offend me with
your laughter
and talk over and distract me, oh please my boys
and i will not give form to the dreads and awfuls
i hope you still see me now, i feel not here, though
i'm taking in air may or can't breathe out yes
it would not be right to say, never drive a car, boys
never want more, boys, only catsanddogs for you
only sit in birch crotches and smile big babies
i keep hinting and it's tide makes you too older
i keep letting the smiles tug happening at us
always even though boys
a cause no prayer ever made real
my will to love someone...
i'll rot to the core spreading it too wide
you'll see me burn up arcing iron filings
listless metal monkeys are the helps i command
no dear way
for a feeling to erode
i must put it so in you
good thing for time and patience linear existence
i shoot a tap root where i am today
i make corn chowder
i chop onions
drive my wretched car
woman, someone you are is power
someone, man i am is strength
i defy shopko and reflect your ancient eyes
with mine own stars
{now, you move in and out of shadow... do it in sexy}
...that a hammer built. not a long list, a short trip. checkoff. er a hammer built this. to hammers.
{that orange is a most ripe and dark. let's just look at it a while longer, us here. do it in sexy}
there is a
soundsample
certain one
held by certain...
pits of which i
possibly misheard
to my ears was
possible hammer
hopping bird {whimsy}
the end
nonono! nothing can be just pink or blue! soil is needed hardly in thishour apparatus
{subject}
of a running out
{yr only dangerous to yrself} and so not opaque ate forty ate
give me never a thin leaving leastly!
i almost love embarrassing myself
i mean i say things that could be embarrassing
but i just lick the cream off the top and fade out
before the long haul there's
something erotic about being half ashamed like
having a hairy belly and some soft fat and just
being loved anyway or involuntary pauses glitching a
premeditated sentence
i don't like anyone who can't stand humiliation
it actually turns me on and i always want to kiss
anyone who risks it and let it be known
"dearone, it's nothing you say, it's you i love"
its when you kind of slip that i want to pull your
head to my chest and laugh at the walls stroking
your cheeks and ears
and my hood is with me and i have
shiny skin and grey socks and six
trillion freckles and i'm smoking a
cigarette and i'm in love with her and
crying, and starting to feel better and
i had some cat therapy you know the
healing power of cats and she does
iit theR Rain slick in crevasses from
motors blowing tar through wet socks
walked out in second floor love and
cameras i reach with i hug
fabricate such now!
skellytyns laughing at there mistakes! funny soup, so is gravity as i misunderstand it. nick said real vaccuums of decay in false vaccuums- that's it, a teacher- see it, a hunderd years from now you're a secret to rare children, rarified bouncy adams, esteeming as diminds!
ated mass, came out with a broken knife held up to her gut. she knew i would take
home made pizza pie slices over home made egg fritata from the heavyblackpan just
like she knew and shoveled gallows humor horseshit into my toilet of gravity a really
for a second, terror, was soothing like a still scarecrow with a real man waiting til
i took the candy then jumping from his seat with potholders on, fulfilling, {i won't
infer sexuality this time} some pre-formed delight and okay yeah, maybe it turned the old fucker's wife on when he scared kids in costume. "ma, don't scare me like that!
can't you see how fucking serious i am? didn't you hear those chords that you said
were beautiful, and one of the rare times around you i let myself act a little haughty
to just have an ear? born with an ear? cultivated by you and tofu?"
tobacco horse. my sharing butterlips friends
you have said the perfect word and came
silently while a leafy goneandwenttogether gray
muted graffiti on skin. we are organ players
prettifying stems in knots and discs we are
horse teeth knocked out amoral and beautiful
our toes lick some river's slow happiness always
allowing and my body of bitterness is enervated
and discarded maggots.
where did allow start?
{i always ask the question too quickly yes}
where does it stop and never leave?
hung up on perhaps a bit of mustard or greed
{celery strings}
to not come when needed
makes reaches of bad pottery
writers for kids masturbating them
somewhere in those mountains it's easy to imagine fine owls panning and zooming and it is ashame they have thair fear of us