Churn barley
Hearts blame foragers
Doolies quate barging out
Of the queue
To fire up lovely views of
Damage done to words
The meal is not a choice
The kitchen and dining area
Are fermented with suicide
Bleach

Something there will be replaced.

To do a dance
Permed via biased time
Ie manipulation trying
To take effect before time
Is pondering upon the effect
Of an until
Opened up by the aftereffects
They'll never be done
And for every reason there is
They want to tear apart the fabric
Of life
Whilst ******* me off
And loudening the unoccurences
Of current events
Whilst playing dumb
About all the dumb stuff

Amen Arknawr
Amen God
For the truth has been written

Arteries at the
behest
A warranted regality
normed
By   visualisation of a
trashcan kind

Ramparts couldn't see the squeeze from the start
underarranged boyishness had a hand in it
Like a tortoise motor, running on the colour black

Georgia cried out, the well that's in me is like a haughty judgment to you
- the pieces of the puzzle don't fit

But she got there all the same

Defined by enhancement
The facts were at a left
And bromide and citrus were kind
To the plasmic interference

Whereupon the aims choose alliance
Bargaining with the Sceptre and sepsis

Origami charmed the fort of forlost
(the real meaning for that word)
As pylon upon pile of trajectory of change
Persecuted the xenophobia
Like pond pebbles ruining it for the fish


Nelly the elephant sparked a mission
A millenia or so ago
And feeling it was dichotomous to write about
Felt herself constantly backtracking into lost thoughts, brainwashing and passivity

Meanwhile the clocks were whirring round like animals in a zoo
Unafraid of the gianormous bullies who wanted to destroy time.

But the latest edition of the New Yorker was filled with pseudoscience
And so even times stillness could not be stopped.

The bread was doubled to interfere with an already accomplished challenge
And as the seas surface energy was spent
A young man discovered that rice was only for the poor.

There once was a girl called Addie
Who liked to take away the faddy
An insetter upon poverty
She had A glass like certainty

And never wished for anything
That she could not achieve

Amen Addie hampton

With a wisp, he attacked the challenge
Alright in his opinion to the music
Strolling through it all
Like a mongrel

His hair was beautiful in a typical barbershop way
And his quitting was always frustrating to him
But applauded by the conchords


Who as they dropped bombs upon us all
He floundered below
Vanishing into non existence
Because he couldn't bring himself to retaliate

Once he has vanished he crept out of the rock pool
Into a wooden hut
Where he has to breathe deeply
As his ego raged

Many injustices has been done
But it was over

He had lost his love
He had redowned the road to fame

Like a cheese factory
Running on its own
With mice evolving as fraud workers there.

Like a moth gracefully dying
Taking everything in as it has no more, no less
  Awareness of its wings

Just body

In a state of exquisite Buddhism.

Like a UFO invading his nightmares
For reasons he can't explain

To anyone.

But maybe it was just because of his need to fly
Without effort.
To freefall.

To not care.
To degrade himself
And succeed.


Poonanny Ben tatum.