Crash-home, barely still
dead toned to, "how was your day?"
Breaks-up, bored fast, "swell..."

The universe is elliptical flattened
My only orientation is up
The rule is from above
what is my wake supposed to look like from down below
The dead.

Wear your boots and say to me
I am pretty enough as the pall is laid in grief - no ones in a
rush to raise the widow's veil -
  Taps can play to serenade us.

Magical friend draw in
  much ? Match stickmen
  Sickly as you can,

When the burnt head threaded is twisting around,

as Is imagined I am
snaps pretty good . . .
                                   .
                                  Today By just a
                                  tricky find
                                  Me just a fish,

For The old man and the sea.

young tumbler
     Lightly Torches Torque
Lays outstretched in wordy
  . privledged like Likens.

Ostritch-sized ambitions
   transparently plan renting skis
crys for cracks in the big easy

   . babbied sky line runs
 anguish angles
so bored to death with sleep

soft ointment triangle
Untouchable skin hands me
notes
Smoking pluck out the words
Restroom
wallpaper,
I don't care about
  Phone numbers Returns to the earth unknown.
a deserted Oasis Standard bird
    under a sunspot
Breaks the knots going around knots
The next gas is 300 miles
And I'm still standing on empty
Blending in