you must have felt
yo are beyond this nothingness;
belief in the perhaps
what if there is something else.

way down the runway
we go
undercover
a desert every mile
you mark me with your smile
pulling that ring onto another
flattop highway
and this  backseat spring meant for no other.

on the radio, they said yawns were contagious
athletes, performers all yawn just before.
it raises the awareness and the heart rate.

they said pack animals -lions, dogs, your nieces or nephews
they trust you if you do... and then, they do it back.
it prepares us for the hunt.

I tried with someone at work, but
they did  not kindly yawn back;
will I stop believing in the radio,
or that I really don't like co-workers.

in thy loneliness
my  red antler hotel
my bony legs, a velvet wonder
just a ring and a cape
and a rood of trees stalking me
taking their turn into the milky book
and the lucky ones that did escape me
on her red carpet ashes layer with
everyone else

I love the game
don't step on the ground
it's hot lava
I lol times infinity
this is my viral hate  called forever
what do you think about my perfume?
    Well! you are not my friend.

the young shun me
I think of movies might be showing on cable
a day later, they appear,
I know it is not me but I point
to  the  body snatchers
the 7th sign
Signs
no matter how futile my order in a long line
at Chipotle
and the cooks eating  my order
creates caos in me.

I'm hung over, I didn't have a bed to my name
I could not sleep in the slumped over state
without a chance that my degree can make me
my modern room takes 2/3's of my wage
I will sell myself for little more than
a cheap handshake can make.

reach in teacher, a wake behind the lashes
    you're liking struggles
to knock those who cling to the rocks, until asked,
to be torn from the daylight
    you are becoming, like an outsider
and you light the candle as a part of me
or let them parish.

knot tenuous -
The eyes never grow weary,
a strand is a path;
an inquiry into eternity.

I am to grow down to your garden, and talk to the flowers
and I pretend I was succulent and we grow back but never tired.

cut me into three pieces
you work the land by quarters
watching me,
perhaps you whose arms felt like lead.
I gave you rotten things when I grew up
but terribly feeling that I was being laughed at.

So below, I sew with these branches to you
grow back and intertwine. We are the behaviors of the briars
and we are familiar.

there is a place
where all the low people
are saintly meowed
by first communion
i live within these tethered walls
to not place ****** up construction

within the man there is the girl
withing the girl there is the man

Mallets, Zoro, banditos
the number of tres amigos
roses by hammers kisses the cross
sugar skull caresses your ear lobes
    your dress becomes you
uplifted,
fight me - boston
or go to the mound
cinco de mayo -
frida kahlo -
good friday
by Spain I cannot help, it is dangerous ground
oléoléolé Día de Muertos

will you agree or disagree:
that by texting- the dry humps of email communication
     I don't answer, my phone
because I am on the token
can't get my feelings down
   the others will disagree
texts- are the dung beetles of emails
rewriting to many times is disturbing?

in my original line of work- my *** has little pink stars
my lips are sealed by consciousness
my heart dips - when I'm pinked up on the drink
called to the gates of the greatest thief
   and my girlfriend, who we stole her!
   she- my little pony, I refuse her whinny.

wearing green, swimming song
like tadpoles wired to gills after after the malware
of the Big Sur passes
the next thing that transforms small ponds
in the silicon valley

(is there someone out there
building a curtain
Check under every girl's basket,
   four leaf emeralds  
   wormy PCApples
   fake crystals
dealers of death!

   you expecting a baby in 9 mos,
oil can shocker!
yellow road trash
- my brains courageous
XXXhearte
  mums dead
I sleep,-hardly
we laughed at the munchkins
failed the crops not found me in
my  *No-no! place like home.

how many times must I ask why
the snow birds fly
nor the girls draw me water\at the Christian college

my love for another is to see it through
my flaws in their own eyes
my enemy's enemy, my friend
my friend's friend, my enemy
what would I do, not another
but me?

Come poet laureate,
   define where is a hill we must fly to;
come between the fresh clear stream- song of me
and the grey downy matter no longer seen;
   call where are the cotton woods
that you lend its own silk too-

  the times did look you down
when we gathered in a great northern mass
and we dialed back the ways to heaven
and little by little died in the same way
within the lake full of our own feathers.

Come Laureate where up on the *hilt of gander lays.

bittersweet Lava,
the blue breath sprays
  the paint of the ocean
the sentiment of your River
Trecks back to pig buried under beach
   of Happy fools, that let
the Sand in your wet swimsuit
left drying on your Rocker,
Flip! that first string of pearls through  
the Summer air.
of *Wagner

24 hour dance with wolves

cut me  - like the folded belt  
tip of the sword, edge of the blade, the crack - of my ***
great effort and strain, to tighten up,
the pelt was alive, and separated
but no longer felt the grain
my Father made you two mean
and Mother slapped the boy out of me.

there is someone inside you
that makes me cry when you leave
like a cat in the house who cannot help
nor does it like me
nor does it -the oscillating fan
I also hide from the cold blow
until even my sackcloth doesn't want me
but you will endure the watch- until you turn away
from the post you held from inside my bedroom door.

my youth fades away.

how many days before this becomes like, a media *****
how tweets enforce our opinions and import the madcap slur
I will #clap to dance purple, go as acid rain  
held with church kneels in my purple color

I can't keep clean, you say you'd hate me
   in the microphone, I screech a howl
all The ways go down I go ouch!  my liver.

You won't stop talking, I keep trying to listen,
I never felt This way down, before
it Showed me, to the silent cow, before thee.

You say you want to see me, in you
you've seen enough, I think, to choke this
The way down, Shows me
the owl whose gaze squeeze never leaves me.

I want to know where're you starring?
you will **** me there, you'd ask me
The way down , Shows me the task
Wow, I've not knelt this way before.

to be alive
***** pretty little children can
laugh as sons of man
pretty children can tell
what's not alive, and what has survived,
and what it means
to be alive.

We can id no other
i guess we can all say yes
i want to covet
you are my lake
i love to be placad with you.

holding fast, the mountain turns by layers; by the one way to change me is by the prayer;
And rarer is just this way of asking.

My first hard-on occurred... Morganna Fairchild.
now we are both the same age looking back
at that young sprite kills me in the Ivy league b-movies
    no apologies or blouses are necessary
women are better than anyone else.

i bet you think me a mistake
sour wine or sour rounded with nothing but with
what is nothing but a chance to be corrected.

i let you sit in this window sill
the cat's eyes were so green
twitched at what i can't describe
        thin allehloos
thin sky distance,
a lawn mower puts me deep
covers where are you.

in the red water
when I tried to meet you
i fought the mirror.

I could not clear the fog myself
every ****** I committed to look inside
in my secret, his claws turned
     burned with hatred
     cried because of hell.

I returned to you
where I escaped with few scratches
and the family cross, found words
i felt more bled and with you cleared the way.

I kept when dropped it
Convinced the bossto be no longer
just Us 
we were Up, in that provided comfort  
  im preped
and until sure as I am, as you are sure you are sure
to go to hide
every time it is wrong but you are the wise guy.

hear ye have been a nice rise of wheat,
already your future kids have scythed
the Old Entitlement
what keeps your replacements within these crops,  
and hearse, your arms reach many times  
to help you lay down, here.
These  New Seeds.

I laugh my *** off
just thinking about
ripping a hole
in your fat sweat pants
until I got a hair caught in my throat. (I'm choking.)

   You OK?

well.. I'm having a coughing fit.
(I'm turning all red.)

    Can I help?

I'm drinking a cup of water.    
(running to the kitchen, choking wildly fumbling
through the cabinets, looking for your cups)

    Come back to me, lover.

I'm washing the cup now?

Beyond to: this life, finely met
leaving the my feet behind,  
to where earths victory is sweet and hungry
I have left you all to meet
and until that day  He welcomed the rest
to trust we will "keep going up with appearances"
to this*" goodbye."

what docile posture gets you out of the way
when fighting the clock ticking real fast
move upstream with me, the river moving
the ice is wiping me out, once the salmon show up
I'm good on paper.

hippie
What desert can replace
necklaces with
Burning man simply awakened.

Every now- you're near my side,
and then- so far away
then unseen begins when ready...
like these ellipses come fill up my senses...  loud plaid scream.

.                                      d       s
                    .                      n      n
                    .                         a      o   e
               .                                  t      i   r
             D   W   C                 t     s     t   o
           e    o    o    G            n     r    c   m
.        a    r   m   e   M   I    a     e    e    y
.       r   d   e    t    e          C    d    r    n
                      ­                        n     i   A
                                           U    D

I took all the springs off the doors
the lines were streets filled
the words like butterflies
lifted off the page
burdened by
the white.

i drove myself home
it feels more like home every time i come here
the duck on the gravel river bed
shaking off its water

silt has retired the old place
higher every time I open the cabin
I didn't forget to bring the beers
how many miles can compare
to the connection this nature
a creek
a sanctuary
far from wild
just wild
as little kids ever could
just stagger into the woods.

before what we couldn't bare to watch
a lonely naked humiliation
long drew-out tortuous end
exhaustion suffocation
no longer able to raise itself
a last breath horribly imagined
anonymous names of recruitment literature.

Paint has run out- Lost
Terrible buried in **** all hours of the night
Everyone took a day off.
and as Paint continues strike emptied frames for the last month.
There is no chance for a return to such impressionists; plein air
"open (in full) air"- *All we ****** want is a little bit of blood!

the dance to end
kings and queens don't step aside
and I stood a line for this.

we had our chance
so I make room for someone else
and I stood in some line for this.

with human resolve
for every death they promised to cure
and I stood in a line for this.

and for my children's children to survive
when I couldn't bare to have to see them here
I stood in that line for this.

friendly, I take these lights  
strong tinsel strength grew in places behind her
    *can you pull me in?  
(like I wished)
and, I, asleep walked around undressed
the black was wet and golden
the sky streamed behind her
and that !darkshine Her's!
was all that I lepted out after.

palmsre crying
    ghost is toast
I crull he numbers
can i **** an emoji
    I fake. your scent
    I do wrong in the right places
blowing at each dandelion
wooSh! a snap chat
Were gone for pizza

Morning love
Coconuts thud
palms imprint
Are you down
Tapps measuring
Tsch tsch tsch
Rubbing often
I tied the creaky hair tie
Fished our feet
And mad courtship
to fiddlercrabs.
oh rubylips
and forgot to turn to you
im yakin my time
to everafter.

the pearl'sness.