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The broken golfing statue lady
Looks like she’s going to split
Or stab someone in the heart
With her invisible knife
Maybe she’ll ask the Marygolds
For a compromise
The frog pond stews
Lifting lethargic lilly pads
Feigning quiet
Estuarine frogs
Afraid of crossing
The road
Parasols sprawled
Where living underneath
Little bugs mawl
Their meal
Awaits
A new day
Of cloudless grieving
Pretty
BlueHORSE PUPPIES!
MICROWAVE CHILDREN!
RADIOACTIVE MOTH DROPPINGS!
LAMPOSTS NOT CAUSE CANCER
YOUR WAVES HOLD LIGHT, OH SEAi am empty and wide awake
with eyes closed inside the chamber
PLANETARIUMtuna belly
soda candy
freckle dustoh jelly
jelly jelly jelly
milkey waywho has turned me into a rabbit?
navel phone
bellybutton thumbscrew
oh time
the dog has run off againpooie
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last train to fried brain
got one more run to make
got one more dance to take
a lap to me; a laugh to you;pardon my passion
truth i ration
love for all
dreams so tall
need more small
good bye ya’llLorca lollipops locusts leaches
lining tubs lurch scrubbing boxers and bleachers
fecking freckeled flying flip-flops fandango
forests storage sensitive radish radio sunset
o’liander o’rian o’raygun
bloody hell… can’t beat crazycloud
violin foghorn
shilpasted moorcat
daddy’owhiskeybelly
treemellow starcrust
broken
seaswirl MUBOOBIES
New Monsoon
Deserted waterfront
Collecting sea dust
Tangled in her hair net
Arms length waist deep
Jellyfish Stingrays
Water closing into
Doorways
This new dew
Fits her
Frothing mist
Shoulders
Grips coastal bones
Moans and moves
To consume
High driftsequitine in farce
driven malt-o-mobiles
gigantonick smoosh
coo koo too ruse
koo koo????
bsssssshhhhhhhhhhh
sneak attack!!!!!bury the moon juice!!!
slay the lightsthe hearses are coming
the hearses are comingPapa Joe started the show,
best sandwhich i’d ever eat.
blessed with hope in tow,
rest for mind and frighten feet.I went south, i went north;
i went south, i went north;
i am middle now. I went when i could;
when i should.Now i’m old, not cold, so lucky.
robbed but enlightened,
happy
home
for now my purple cow
to who i say, wow.sell fish
not shell fish, although protection is a good suggestion.
be that it may matter, this truth to you i’ll scatter.
listen like you care, but be more than aware,
truth hides where reality rides waves won’t cease.Under covers yet not in slumber, day dreaming
while screaming your name, contemptment
can’t stand a chance while the turely happy dance.
To the grave i’ll rave about this and that, dog or cat.Simplicty lacks the tacks i’ll track even the doorman
gets tired sometime, sleep within i’ll keep away
today we’ll try a new sky line left off the chopping
block party that never got me anywhere my dear.a private moment shared in public
words never spoke; skribbled introduced and read, hidden.
two sets of eyes, connected; thighs, seperate but equal.
sequel? part two would do but doubt do i again be friends.
location ruins ripe situations before saturation takes hold.laughter was the prize, smiles realize ramblings not lost.
witness wonderings won’t weather my memories matter
most mainly might have lost respect showing so woe.
race or show, with her i’d go; grow when told not bold.Dead at 21
In this dull and dumb city
The body feels at one,
The eyes, cold and tired
Love, these stinging gifts
Life grants us
Silly wishes
For which we are supposed to overcome
Keep our microscopic emotions
Inside a Petri dish
and reprimand each other’s families
quiet side
Until the atom splitsBaby Valentine, how I long to see you shine.
Sweat reflecting the spotlight when I lock into your spine.
And I know you’re sceptic when I go epileptic,
but I love your duality. Sweet princess of lesbian sexuality.
The Chansellor of Symphony 4 is making beautifull electricity
by plugging the nursery into a hundred batteries.
And he taps into the sound of a hundred babies singing of clouds filled with tears,
converting their melody into a surplus of joy that’ll last him for years.
Redemption has never felt so good, as when you forgive me on the bathroom floor.
Eat my blisters, feed my sores.
Dance with me and The Hidden Three, and hear me scream my love
here on the longing edge of reality.
Let’s record our fantasies and take them to the local telepath
that resides in the West Banks laundromat. She’ll send us on a journey
to uncover the emotions that lies in the motions of this beautifull heartattack.
The surgeon in isle five will swap our hearts to keep our love alive,
and I’ll treat you to cotton candy as the troops launch our shanty.
We’ll record our expedition in metric charts for quick recognition,
and the choir will be singing our praise on the voicemail as we set sail.
The Grim Reaper has gone into retirement, he’s currently residing in Stoke Upon Trent,
working as a wicket keeper to pay the rent.
The shame in his eyes is an ocean never running dry. ‘Cause he stole
the mother of my former lover and now his heart has gone all bony and wry.
One day we’ll hunt him down, and a ballad of lubricated pistons will rip off his crown.
And if there’s any poetry in justice we will be declared heroes and saviors all across town.
But stardom is not the bounty we seek. Because from the top of hybris all life seems so bleek.late so late oh boy a toy
gum ball machine in dream.
lost like sweatshirt seemed
homeword bound beemed.
never been clever clear
tables to enables beer.
better be as often flee
from chances need dances.giving up easy way shouts
to the rafters once a crafter.
lesson learned while on the phone,
alone; always arise atoned.
New day new way now say
clamy clouds crowds clearing.
simple simon is a rhymin
Invisible yet devisible.
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