Confess
And alls forgiven
Things are Destroyed
And won.

Plaquards say
  stay away
I'm Abandoned
Place of change here.

Gramps what's wrong with him?
He's sick, stay away from him.
Guilty as charged strapped in the electric chair, my mask is just : trainer breathing performance breather trainer,
It makes the Darth Vader voice,
not a golden suggestion for the too young to appreciate,
And by the powers that dictate.
Hope you sleep with the sandman well,
Governor.

The deer with the broken leg and the birds broken
Wing, kinda creepy
To just watch nature play these cards

At the edge skirts
of Our Town I
black sharpee marked it
pop. - 1;
thrown to the dust

Why should I listen to you
I woman be or other:
Am.
No m.
As a sneeze listened to and nudge others.

The past places passed away a dire Scratch to know the wind
go back to rooms unpleasant

It's not easy to scratch
And get to the bits of that need to be scratched

I love with you.
Rarer and rarer are natural sounds.

Jump to humpback
We are happy!

shintsha?
A land lover leaves Disease is just the edge of what we know and leave behind
What language is love.
I've never spread why.

To the farmwork maybe or church or just stand outside I haven't a clue what to do or which day is the Lord's day?

From every day forward,  Lott's of family drives are to escape cities
the concrete blondes burning to get away from the long sleeps.

Happenings by the Hour.

I care about stuff
And try fat guy in a little coat
Leave santa  ious for milk.

I think my face ugly
Walk into suicide
Forest a litter of green spicy words.

There was someone in a santa Claus outfit standing on the corner holding a sign.
Most if US know.
Spend be happy!
Before us the end is near.

Running the bases
Tag anyone who can give
intelligence once.

The video store had
Lucy starring 'Scarlett Joe' but they don't frickin care to discuss speghetti westerns
in this country for No old men and when or why
a section of *** was gone with the wind; he or she is just a name and to say  I'm a boy "boy" is good luck.

always for moving
cup show me my sympathy
to reach the real and gather
work my finger and nails
each energy has been made
physically move the tides by fire
throw up to sky, earth and water
who the others attracted magnetics have

Dear November 7th at: 2:30 pm
place your guts future man five year plan,
I am asking to borrow  
my last saves past work
I dedicate 7&7 renamed
a will to drink you up and in.

you rub them like a headache
beyond from the the other side
put away all your misconceptions
life says to close in joy
are you wanting just to be ok
just dance then the night away

miss miracle
that hug melts in my arm,
i press  my nose into your head
and you ask
do i believe in miracles like you

even doctors start somewhere

white z-z-z bepots
saint petition of loads
teni teni tension
our we having that conversation?

IK it must be hard (to call me)
because i'm not on-line (most times)
(and you can never visit me there)
just wondering if we are ok
but why didn't you call me by landline?

I made this my problem.
so that's why my plans have gone unnoticed
to arrive on your doorstop (to leave a note)
to tell you- you should've called
instead I'm standing asking, #Why-am-I-not-being-liked?#

FYI sideline
often by hashtag - which is a string of confetti
tied to this note on the door-
that signifies it being outside the letter.

moving on no.  I'm not destitutionalized.
but it's been a nice choice free healing to me
and freely to you.

I'm cellular-phone-plan free 1 1/2 years.
and it's been great not to have it,
but as convenience would have it
this letter you probably will not read until
months later
when you finally make it back to the cabin.

Ps
Broken window wasn't me.
I think you have bear problems here.

slow across the rain
the vinyl hat dripped
your birthday cake over
lit for a month and a day.

->~-.-  listening to your streams
waves of materials
we wear uncanny  
....virtually, snap Disappear
lost feeling without you
ghost on a deserted island
selection of your ocean,
  takes me down to the bare floor
  for human - i will pass
without you i feel uncanny
not doing a **** thing

St Expedite,
  you're laid to rest
  when we are at the final end
  run through me
  bridge you've built
  now lay in pieces
  move me toward peace!

Who knows more than you
  one wish of commandments
  can we choose differently
  by the time you read this
  I can see you
and if in the same moment I can feel
I will truly genuflect
and I will objectify my belief
that I will in the same time be true
and the object I seek to work
worship never never truly expires!

  And I know you would stand up
in the minute six feet under
and say, "your wish is granted!"
what armor is light?

Be my guide carry me through the pain  
orient me alone as with others
so I won't refuse anyone
provide me with what creates,
shepherd who listens
pass all that onto me
so I can stand as you and inherit
and by the still waters
welcomes to sit
joining these bricks by bricks inside me
venerations without resistance!

   With your red cloak
whose militant quick action
chose death and made life come together
immortal eternal spirit
help my body temple
help the object of worship whom helps
find me on my way back
from the villa on the hill of illusion forgets
the intelligence of the world is all that artifice
Yesterday and Today with Tomorrow
   All is here in His Presence!

   St. Expedite , Today is for you.
I burn this white candle
St. Expedite, Today is for what
you wanted that this everyday
not be the second, make first what I wish:
   never another day be wasted.

  You Do know
why you came for this
and agree with what I ask for.
All there is is this to know directly
this is your power skyward!

  And I DO know this much
granting wishes
only works when you're here.
I know you.
and you can help me.
   Out of Love, You're the selfless warrior.

I call on you St Expedite
your name to be known
induced again and again
with Godspeed I make no mistake
who raised up what brings no shame
Saint Expedite lights this flame!

down and innocent
    grip end of the road stranded
be original.

blossom red petal
      by soft ways the earth glances
carries deliverance.

these lens ache waiting
through the rain innocently
anchors my bare feet

Emerald flora,
Puerto Rico kisses- tore' tore'
Conquistadora.

Sun quick convince me.
What's more cared for, then believe
if your's more is cash.

F-wasted eddy
Somerset is bittersweet
lower me lower.

places I go fill
crows ring my ear circling
belly's laughing sore.

...

don't complain! having to be kissed
    by a pink Barbie EMT;
as a senior frog
who only wants the clear puddle
to come... but by shock! of her paddles.

pain is in the landscape
with just a look
I carry a cougar on my shoulder,
and there is a lot of you in me.

You paint my the spring
with just a look
you are speaking
my backpack
    you are missing
    and I have to go back...
and You will have to leave me.

speech not well enough for the country
my no is like a yes
    and you laugh at that dead
my shoulder is my ability.

What I don't know, does not hurt me,
nor am I limping, light has left this place
and to where did the time go?
it is far as the eye can see.
and is where you are.

taken swift life selfie

From Alahska
to Illenois
or Ohaio
let's go to a Farest
ow pounce upon you
   loud vibrates loose fairies
foreign love,
my shadow in thy mascara
run deep in you
shaken all thy nighties.

in plastico flip-flops riding to los lamos
to the other side find johnny darko
singing to Baja sol-a-ding-dang
turned to eating in your fringed shorts
bananas and me in my pajamas.

until the stars burn out  
I won't die  
and wait into eternity
and here, that skin suit- suits you.

one day,  i stuck my little footsie
out into the sun
and they melted! then got all licked up
by your tongue

still, a nice day
for such was my little tootsies
loved it in a deep dark chocolate puddle

the smoke took to these ribs
into aloud  
I thumbed the fire to just a lick
by a song

and wood stood still, my skin turned
mashed treats in the sun
your copper arms were very long
as my sweet tootsie rolls.

My drive-in hides me
   in sully lanes, a hole to punch it  
as with funny jokes of this body of mine,
  up there, you are a lot of face;
for golden screening of minstrels
and that blood is very essential,
to throwback to that place.

purr I'm in a pickle
you are in
my little red type
my mason rubber,  a ring of jars
hide the awes slips, salad perfection
smacks my dilly ****
for lovers only
of my summer sound.

ON all four paws, running
I made faux pas, in my stepping
I now am hanging on to forgoing  
but forgot, when to make the easy lay up.

A is for al'zheimmer,
    -the mighty forgotten hammer of Al;
B is for bed,bathroom&beyond+,
    -where moms go to lose their minds,
C is for the singing we are going to the Clinic song,
    -just another timeout with shots,
D is for dinosaur,
    -a fossil.

upon it is plain, your trolley warped me

Once upon a midnight dreary
we dyed our shyness sweetly  
and to hide my blushing nearly
I hid my in my ringly
slapped our friends merely
time sordidly
cherry cordial
whatever missed I'm friendly,
I give you my courtesy.

why can't I speak my native tounge
when you get to speak yours
in the belly of a fury

no matter what you say
i believe mechanical issues
this is mine,  yours yours

no language comes between us

does it matter, to what's living
space loves in you
once I lift its bells
does it matter, to what's running
art summons in us
once the field in us becomes lazy
does it matter, to what's troubling
times rebel in you
once a test fails
does it matter, what's calling
home is solid,
once you've yelled
does it matter, what's a matter, once
oceans walled or these trees have felled
in these celluloid islands of you.

The beating of my cicada  
ooze gutter grinding on a leaf in nyght
I can't wish nor understand, the nymph
we did your emergence, slept in your
      Summer room
we have grass for blankets in our fires
the gleam of your dark eyes.

science named (scratchin myheadulus)
   circa duh dynasty,  of lordship
homevalley ties it up somewhere
between this is not over... near the dog dish
Q'smArtsalots
circular table of embarrassed posts
plain tiffs  de centralized combats
questions and rebuttals

I am in an office that has to be happy
  but butter defines my happiness better
When asked if I was happy happy?
Au contraire, just that...
....I am happy happy happy :)!