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If you try any preversions in there
I'll blow your head off
Said Colonel Bat Gauno
You try anything funny
I'll shoot you right through the glass
Said Jack Walsh
Colin Farrell
Blasted that Belgian lad
In the eyes
At close range with a blank
Some people
Underestimate
What guns can get up to
In the movies.
Would you be my shoebox
a sturdy contraption, pleasingly
geometrical and versatile
able to cradle our heavy hearts
and hide all kinds of secrets

I could be your carpet
you can walk all over me
as I protect you from the cold
the unvarnished truth and its splinters

Or I could be your socks and shoes
you can walk around in me all
day all snug and warm at least
until they need replacing
around this time next year
when there was
no more you
wasn’t quite sure
what to do
so just made a big deal
out of missing you
 6d
Nigdaw
he held the knife
blade bright as the sun
with an edge
as dark as night
it's anger swallowing light

cold as a dead man's finger

meeting flesh to the bone
again and again
until rivers ran
where none should flow
his victim cold
as a dead man's finger

the scene set
for the guys from forensics
to take their pictures
make measurements
of blood spatter
then pack up the mess

cold as a dead man's finger

to the victor the spoils
mobile phone and some cash
living to make future chaos
he lies on his bed
staring at a blank ceiling
no feeling

cold as a dead man's finger
Bottom line mind

Drip

Drip

Plop. Liquifacts

to think sleep fallingly
as annoying as
insomnia,
without
inspiration, then

You know, lowest realm,
fundus mundus real as ever.

Your most certain puddle
of all we knew, splashed
into and rippling

base line condensation, drips
seeping

desleeping po et
al ment potentcy
dropping,
ponding, deep below,

still, blackest black
to look into
using your
own curious wish
to follow
preinvested
mental funds first bet
on tomorrow being
worth rising
to find plain truth
as simple as pi and phi
in basic spirit satisfaction
-never failing perfectly

round and round and up to down

vision apparently evaluable
listened to as we spin

weighed
worth thinking through
wrong ways down

discerning bits useful

valuated trues exchanging
good guesses graces
for missed chances
to catch time lines
confluencing right

at terminal velocity, feeling still
as slowly as ifery falling

drips forming

meandering streamlets

infilling
curiousness wise
cerebral-itiosity's thought sea
of accumulated blessings and cursings

needed most assuredly to get through tonight.
Part parcel tongue translation leading me along memories that coincide with Palo Alto, History of California, Capitalism and the World we write inside
There's a palm tree
Outside my kitchen window
It outest extremities
Don't quite touch the glass
Of the thing we could gladly
Talk between us
And feel the feel
Of the connection at last.
 Jun 12
Kyla
merrily through this world we go
purging in every toilet bowl
lol
 Jun 5
Little Bear
Penny and Charlie
have been my constant companions,
sleeping snuggled up
at my feet,
behind my back,
above my head
on my laptop
in fact
anywhere that is
warm
and quiet

Two very robust flies came in,
then promptly
went out
the window

but only after they
had buzzed
around
and around
and around
and around
and around
...
They didn't seem to know
where they were
or
what they were doing

Breakfast, lunch and tea
has been delivered,
religiously,
with a flourish
and a flower
from the garden


Toast and jam,
cheese sandwiches
shepherd's pie,
copious cups of coffee
along with
the odd fairy cake

which i must say
was greatly received


Tablets have been administered,
quite adeptly I would say,
in a professional manner,
with a glass of water,
freshly poured
from the bathroom tap.

It's the thought that counts


There seem to be
only two cobwebs
in here.

One that is tucked into the corner,
the other,
just under the bookcase.
The one just under the bookcase moves with the breeze.
I wonder where it's spider is?

I must remember to wash the windows,
and mow the lawn
and sort that pile of books out
to go back to the library.

I wonder what has happened in the world outside today?
I can hear someone
mowing their lawn.


I can see blue sky and white clouds.
It looks like a lovely day outside.

When I'm better
I'll do the washing,
and hang it out
in the breeze.


I might try and move,
to see if it still hurts..

These covers are so warm

I think it must be an easy life
being a cat.
If there is another life
beyond this,
I'd want to be a cat.

Yes... it hurts to move
Maybe I will just have a nap,
and pretend i'm a cat.
After all
it's only 1:30
in the afternoon.

Plenty of time
to have another nap
and rest
in my bed
🛌
 Jun 1
Ken Pepiton
Holy gnosis,
lust,
desire
covet
concupiscence's impulse,
I just
have had
to lieve be so, what's true,
is just your's to evaluate,
as just your call to learn.
Stuck on a notion we all know the worth of shine and heft in weigh a minute.
 Jun 1
rick
a dog pees on a tree,
so what, that’s average.

a baby has spaghetti
around its mouth,
pfft, that’s basic.

a woman living below you
beats on the ceiling with
a broomstick and tells
you to “keep it down!”
big deal, that’s common.

pulling your member
out of your pants and
stroking it violently
with excitement,

hey, that’s just everyday living.

but, seeing you sitting there
on that park bench,
one leg crossed over the other,
with your dog
and your book
and your sunglasses
while tears of joy stream
down your face
after something you
just read

well now…

you
don’t
see
that
everyday.
Christ, I'm fresh dead
torn from your cross
My God my hope bled
just wicked world loss.
Toss coins in collection
it's too little too late
buy Katie's affection
she ate an empty plate.
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