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Oh my God
They've got angels like Helots
workin' their halos to the bone combing them deserts
my figure knotted
lifeline traffic
the way my end-less-ly defined every day
one exquisite crisis rivets an octagon of red
to the ceiling my bed
it's not a piece, like public spectacles
unleashed of a clue
so I wake up to the rains I'll be one step ahead of you
I slide Kodakrome(?)
wrote a poem for planet
tracked their mileage the sun in an envelope
it, stamped it
got eight thank yous in the mail, but nine planets means there's one
only the earth would thank me later with a breath sunset
(man, I'm a bum)
zip that around your skeleton
it to boil
loyalties, the in the soil
dig it, I my lip kissing the winter
nursed the in the sun
a hammock between spring and where the willows turn to blood
might of
sip a little, litter it, it
without big beetles trying to sell him seeds by the bucket
might of, tugboat for the boxcutter above ashes
without hot air balloons floatin' their passenger baskets
and I'm you
to let a captive lacerate a
out massive
apolster plastic with famine patches
all saints linked around the fountain's warmth
and for a second of pain when removing that crown of thorns
?????,???,???, born hostile, pacifist huddled in masochist
stamp the on ??? ???
my escape overlooks ghost town market place
artists out passes
fast themselves to the target's face
you're me

if I had a hammer, I'd build a city on
so my feet would stay dry 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 stupor upon earth

and if little wing is broken
I'll see the poacher in
I can't afford another in a cell
my carousel the interests of a thousand leaking spickets
and a of graziers raised 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, past the greeting
where the feed the cycles
stop, watch the eagles the little engine that could not
ghost in a
and it in my lap
passin', postin' the bail but the guard has misplaced the key (that's
wonderful)
I lead a flee to blaze exact songs directly the village
power burning the bridge between the magnet and my eye
now how cadavers satisfy a mad man?
and how many crooked samaritans plesantville to bad land?
I can count my own dusty nickels you laughing
about you'll turn my poor ass ebony and navy cane lashings
(well, right)
grip your stick, incite your riot
sell your worth in a bottle at profit, explain my bias
atomic box cult, downward rapidly
cast to hell with hate mail, forged autograph
laughed itself, drastic
my lip
skin and bones,
on rancid baits
mummified well inside a muddy New minute
was it
your remnants my smoke have cocooned prior to fading?
well, it conscious spite but it might have been that

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

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

why if every light is dark do I continue

why if light is dark do I continue dancing?

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

I for the raindrops
for the purity, the
for my childhood
for the comic book in my
the mocked
the clarity, passion,
cool summer nights
for the mark emerging across the selling me stog's at half price
for the mights, the maybes, the nauseating
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 block in rainstorms with bags on
his
see I throw the tenders over one shoulder
and walk across broken
through every world to kiss tomorrow's morning
not for
you'll drown in a pool of your crooked
whispering 'maybe Rock was on to something'

maybe, no