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Oh my God
They've got angels like Helots
workin' their little halos to the bone combing them
my figure knotted
lifeline defined
the way my schoolin' end-less-ly defined day
one exquisite fitted crisis rivets an of red
to the ceiling my bed
not a conversation piece, like public spectacles
unleashed more of a
so when I wake up to the I'll be one step ahead of you
I slide Kodakrome(?)
wrote a for every planet
tracked their mileage the sun in an envelope
it, stamped it
got eight thank in the mail, but nine planets means there's one left
only the earth would thank me with a breath taking sunset
(man, I'm a bum)
zip waterfall around your skeleton
tell it to
loyalties, the in the soil
dig it, I split my lip the winter
the blister in the sun
strung a hammock between spring and where the turn to blood
of worked
sip a little, it, love it
without big beetles trying to sell him sunflower by the bucket
might of, for the boxcutter above those ashes
without hot air floatin' their four passenger baskets
and I'm you
to let a lacerate a caption
splash out
apolster plastic with famine patches
i-dentify all saints linked the fountain's warmth
and for a second taste of pain when removing that crown of
?????,???,???, born hostile, huddled in subtle masochist
stamp the on ??? ???
my fire escape overlooks ghost market place
artists out passes
fast themselves to the target's face
you're me

if I had a hammer, I'd build a on stilts
so my feet stay dry when God's wine glass tilts

if I had a shovel, I'd dig a in the dirt
and I'll be hiding when his drunken lands upon earth

and if little wing is broken
I'll see the poacher in
I can't afford another ????? in a
my carousel the interests of a thousand leaking spickets
and a colony of graziers to justify the grimace
(and yes I the treaty)
I prescribe the remedy the premises
my pin cushion, my limbs pushin' the needle
evils, idle, peddle the greeting
where the sleepers feed the
stop, watch the eagles the little engine that could not
ghost in a
and it in my lap
passin', the bail but the guard has misplaced the key ring (that's
wonderful)
I lead a flee to blaze exact songs directly the village
supply burning the bridge between the magnet and my eye
now how many cadavers satisfy a mad
and how many samaritans turn plesantville to bad land?
I can count my own dusty with you laughing
about you'll turn my poor ass ebony and with cane lashings
(well, right)
your pointed stick, incite your riot
I'll your worth in a bottle at profit, explain my bias
box cult, downward spiral rapidly
cast to hell with mail, forged Christ's autograph
laughed itself, drastic
my lip
skin and bones,
bingin' on rancid
mummified well inside a muddy New York
was it
your remnants my smoke rings have cocooned prior to
well, it wasn't spite but it might have been that

I am not friend anymore
my arrow dissertation(?)
when bed sleepers occupy the basement
and I am not your anymore
come the dawning of cerulean pity blend that whispers in the wind

man, if it were only simple
I'd add a guilt to my core
I'd board myself inside my room to the wilting contour
one petal to the rug, she loves me not
crier lugging a boom box with spirit plugs
and a red radio
tied to irony like twenty igloos with a sailors knot
crabs build sandcastles while high tide off azalea crops
in the icicle field I portray, get antsy
and ask 'why if every is dark do I continue dancing?'

why if light is dark do I continue dancing?

why if every is dark do I continue dancing?

why if every light is dark do I dancing?
well if it ain't finally a question worth answering

I for the raindrops
for the purity, the
for my childhood
for the book in my heart
the mocked
the clarity, passion,
cool summer nights
for the mark emerging across the street selling me stog's at price
for the mights, the maybes, the pitfall
my girl, my
for the fact my opens towards a brick wall
for the three dog I saw dragged on a leash
for the homeless man who walks my in rainstorms with plastic bags on
his
see I throw away the tenders over one
and walk across glass
through every world to kiss tomorrow's morning
not for
you'll drown in a pool of your crooked
whispering Aesop Rock was on to something'

maybe, no