dark nails looted merch
Life lacks beauty
I shrug

Punching the wrong buttons
at much error of time self manage
work the kiosk myself mistake
Just to try face to face
Job Interview for the county downtown

      when getting In Or Out
for the Lots of THEM
Is to pay 38$:dollars... for a gadgetry
Of beuravracy doohickeygolden arm


later...
Exit Attendants have been replaced by this kiosk

NO attendant no fuss
to raise a gate lever

No  little man in the cage
because of cutbacks

To get my car out of the public lot for parking  

      There is a lesson somewhere
as I thought about it ****  **** !
swiped my card.

trying to parking your *** and work
for the government is ******* expensive

to collapse
A Key to it's lock

trying to hear interesting
What goes on inside
.
Write to a personal
Secrets they're not.

In Truth I just followed by it's so many places to be beautiful.

And these are the hell texts I never send to
a child I never had a hard chance with
a distance relationship with a little girl


Dear daughter,

How's your day going?
Can we chat?

I'm sorry but I'm not having a great day.

Maybe a visit with my daughter
who I Love
to cry about
in my dreams
will help me get away from
my current troubles with sleeping?

Yes, I have recurring nightmares of having had lost you
in some weird strange city
and I'm driving or running around not ever finding you.

I'm Going up to strangers asking if you have been seen.

I've lost her...

I can't find her ...

It's just terribly sad stuff you wouldn't want to dream and wake up crying about

Or want to forget it
happened when you wake up...


Somehow, I feel it's really real or
has already been happening.

Sorry so 😔

Next to a Panhandler
Who sells you with, " all of this...
will be yours one day"

only The Three feet of air above you
Counsels you on your peice of cake

Trade A cot and A hot, or exchange work
       that will fry your eyes on a sidewalk,

and fake it better
Than your spare change of heart,

        yearns better than for you
        Not slipping up, bubble clairvoyant

The staked cairn
       My chin propped up on
       to cry to sleep in the cracks opening

How fun it'll be one day,
rolls up in dark
canvas sleep & dream where I'm winning.

Gunpowder is made of what bombs go off
My tongue on my lip
Replaced that second hand.

White t-shirt kids wipe
The Saturday morning
Tube sticks for us
Bulls that come to run over.

I need your ways or else you may be
   transformed into something  else.

Living without it is
   like everyday living on the Angel's edge

Duct taped wings appear when there is
    some groan beating between us.

Gentle is not Troys  vocabulary
Hair cut pump
This seat
Goes up.

to just breathe is on my to-do-list, today,
knowing you're not
going to be
at class anymore is pure happiness, yet,
must try to go on
having not said
I can't live if living is without you

Whose ***** is she,
someone stands on the corner,
influencing the planets with her sign
did **** take a hit?

pain. take care
sweet heart
deliver to me inside me hurts

The names of plants are plenty -
incant and hope in chemicals
the ground to rise or give up.

Messages are soon delivered on trains
We are the World
her horrible tragedy is over,
And what minerals selling
points to the plot,
In comedy.


The scene photograph
peirces me in these pictures
wheels white and soundless
A good show in goldleaf
, and know little else-
for i am alone in her theater
without her,
Just me and my pipe,
now, simply existing;
a heaven on earths i do not care for.

Time in Doses too little
Love my libel on his word,
just asked in my bible.

I'll be someone's lesser,
now, firmly believe in pain
wandering begger
and blindly pulling off
all that I've gathered inside
A hypodermic needle.

So long ago and far away
to the frosty night
I traveled on that pipe
so far to or from
When it will begin

carry a tune,
caligraphy,
darned socks
we're all aboard and
A Northern wind
Spirit gifts us.

Horrors
were just time spent quilting
A train pulses
its pillow smoke
as she hushs the neighbors to sleep
along the tracks
Erased the last few yards.

her beautifully closed eyelids
meets next to each stop
Steam rises up to my nostrils
as pulsing dreams
I was
Loved once in traveling
in those pillows that gather up on the down thrusts.

We are the world as theives
to old pipers music,
notes inside the body
of these discordant tunes.

seeks cosmoplay professional
: poor me to another
to make more twocents protests
: this is all I can do
as expressing right to
: think about the pour
Poor me

Whose words are these I think I know.  
His house is high on the mountain peak;  
But who also sees me stopping here
To watch the woods filling me.  

If the sky is asked is empty there    
It answers without a chapel near;  
In the trees walk quietly between    
In my ear the wind does seek.  

In the forgotten speech it calls  
In the winding snow to follow,    
Blurred path trees have swept,  
Buried felled limbs have knelt.  

Dark woods have a lovely air  
But have many promises to keep,  
And I listen to their despair,  
And I listen to their despair.

Lick my fingers ***** the wick,
Table candle, soft and slow.

That flame lit up the cigarette
And crackled like a secret I stole.

Cough at first, a hole to fill
a hollow crave its bitter bit

From cigarettes that are not still,
Shadows lead where they could--

A needle’s kiss, bite a broken pill
promised thing I misunderstood.

I told myself I’d stop when I was grown,
but somehow, every path led me astray. Ash ashes ashtray
Each lie I spun became a stepping stone;
each lover’s touch just swept the guilt away.

They called me names: a "*****," a "wild child," "bad."
The doctor’s eyes would narrow when I spoke.
My father’s face turned hard, his heart so sad,
but still, I laughed and vanished in the smoke.

The candle’s flame still flickers in my mind,
its warmth now gone, its light a ghostly hue.
It burns to ashes, leaves me cold and blind—
I wish I’d snuffed it out when I was new.

these chains around you
The Perfect role for an enemy of the good
   Is just.
is my bad
is a friend
So baby Don't worry
about a thing
    Because  every little  thing
is going to be all right
  
  Everyone gets  down with the sickness
Of our imperfections
   This is The persona of a shadow self
Bob Marley as Jacob Marley in SCROUGE
Don't Bogart that thing.

Every day you Don't believe
And have a fever
I get smashed with cupcakes.

The Little glow,
blow upon
Spinning a bull
White in
Black powder out.

You pass me by every day
And ignore the floor
Wouldn't it be nice just take some time
Drop down Give me a hug.
crazy how we make it happen.

I don't know what it is
Snappy braided poney tail
(cluck-cluck)(kiss-kiss) whoa

Red Rover red rover the forced game
  Of just Eating The crumbs was over.

         In a land far and away
my stomach
         had receded from its trash,
a basket compactor-
                 On 2nd chance day of scraps
just to be revived for a 3rd time
happily May this forth me to live.

What a waterfall is like to a river
Is What a black hole is to space,
everywhere is around us.

trying to find their meaning for existence
humans can escape their earth body's mathematical precision,
Search the sky by a seance.

Using a ouija board to ask, who is out there?
spirit offered me the use of it, as my body, like a pencil lead is falling away
onto the paper space in writing.

I am automatic following movements curving inwardly to know, what is in
here?
The known alphabet disappears
Mysterious math takes over
to try to explain read or reason.

between these layered skin equations, the lines
I observe time moving - faster-
As I look backward
events appear to be moving away from me, and the farther time is away from me to record it - slower -

moving outward toward a point
called the event horizon, the events answer
back with a single signal or sigil.
everywhere is around us.

Blue fun metal

" Salong ! Chipley ! "

frocked higher and higher
  turning bluer than blue

  The last thing you complain
Is Who's knocking on your chest
Like a poem making it through
  Life didnt have a better end
than the One Chip Challenge.

I'm going out naked with just
My wit's...
**** this bar stool
And go on record,

" I didn't invite
That dame, who said hello." bartender
      she lost hers and it's at DisneyLand...
Join me later for a gamble.

I'm in.

Do I want the heat or sparkle?
If you post you toast to this.

In you is an agreement unable to decide
  Tomorrow by not going there today'
To be certain walks about unnoticed
  another quick comsumptous feat opens  thin gaunt hungry deaf echo to undo
  making me appear foolish to hide.

I don't want to wake
I am in a dream.

Ik what it's like to make your memories go away.
    You can make new ones.
Noone  can save my life
     I'm not what your looking for.

Picking up broken dishes like exploded piano sheet songs on the floor or
My kids and the dwelling sun have got about as much as anything else has worth.

This is all in one  fell swoop in
A few billion years the earth is gone.

Funny but mean, and
"No respect".
Rodney said it,
To know is to be.

today turns into just another
   without a point for long
   too long to make it take shape
   cloud bursts what is expected
and the in's and out's of day to day dreams are naked when waking,
  try to stay tuned into their nothing
  like on a cemetery road, wonder
  how long to go about it, wander dare down the road, how far🚶‍♂️go
uniqueness isn't mine to dismiss.

Use love for the ones who can hears ya
And be in perfect pitch
to be as old as that other potter- in four year's is replaced.

Practice with kids for the best good soil  to make posts,
    May you do or say as I do it - in a pinch
    Is just a string of loops or phrases;

To be able to throw those out,
as any lump of clay
just to challenge any new hapless game
with ***** in hand waiting to be lifted;

Do as the form allows one to believe,
and make just enough to keep on simply
What I do is the way I see it.

Summertime... Is when
Crocks look at me when I bathe
Each time, I'm reborn.

Hey blunted stick up my nose,

Here's gooking back
At you kid

forbidden trails,
talisman
of Totem pole
Got mI'lk
Contact tracer?

By drive up tests
I will visit you
the swabbers are people.

Drink Rock gut ***** + Starbuck's iced mocha
& Lindt's Dark Chocolate Chili
SKSKSKSK yes.

Never mind stumbling
I skipped school
So why try?

a half of you and
Be entirely a sugar cube,

Or more like a sour patch kid.
Sweet and sour,

As short time is with work,
Here matters most.

Leaving passing on
A bit of us.

I didn't flip *** over teakettle,
splitting my legs and hands,
in a foot binding leg opener;

behinged benign tasks begin
routines in the bedroom
asking why not just roll over?

Before we check if it's safe
"Notice me, " said the
   hung there drained
What is it to lose

Needing: in the small breath I’m holding,

that from other people’s conversations,

cutoff in my element listen alone,

withered thinner easily grovel or stoop,

to the conventions of others years
who involved my art with money.



Here: a smile is waiting reposed,

it's poor rendering despised,

what bosses her heart,

squeezing paint out in a new way,

the tender old accumulating inside
beauty behind rehab.




Appreciation: what colors work engauge,

my manners strengths to help when,

youths arrow light or dark I can't recall,

your newborn art rage was abandoned.



Portrait: sitting down suddenly slumped,

a coffee shop to hang these up in,

there is that someone or that so-in-so,

worse than mine should I need to compare,

why there are artists asking her to pose.



To age someone: many blinks it takes,

to the light, to the air, in confidence,

I am so aware what it is to make,

things wanting to be sold to this *****,

crooked smile or non-brushed-hair
a window to the world she was remade.

Little anise drops tastes
Like buttered things,
Added to CoCo and brown sugar,
Flowers sweet combination
not for eating
But just for looking through.

Grumblely little feet and smooches volcano,
I love you

shoot me up for you to stare back at
to go with you knowing you
Were such a snap left me without
  just to cope being blacked out
The old Slips in and the new is out

On the sunny side of life adulting
I hit hard at my younger self groaning
peeled up from ambitious skin
shrunk back from getting touched when
To be part of this terminal knowing

a foggy skin showers me with doubt
were the years where i told it nothing
when I whistled to just go on without
You was yet to be painfully spelled out
with the escapes yet to be escaped from

mix in the swirls of the starry heavens
strip teasers strapped to me invented
targets my knees by soothe whispers
fills me up with such Sesame says to
slip into a glass sparkling with webs

the late blue ribbon shelf watch as cutting eyes did not come by easy
these seas thrash
Every name to stand
A rock of you skidrow.

If this
Is You.

Keeping pace
Jumping into outer space

Cutting
Off your jeans to make swim trunks.

Olive green
Is the color
Of being mean.

Lots of friends 😝 lost there
Faun by fawn
Double drum snare.
Noone missed, I'm going.

To be with is
Someone who takes
Your smile
Worth a picture.

roughly ground pushes us on
To release a 35 pounder we just caught- a baby carriage-
the lake was its home.

on
i or mine are without real existence
push off to get nowhere
   from the one,
to many abyss
off
the end is a mind / body distinction
nothing in me, and nothing out
   to exit and laugh.

Say it's name twice

I'm in hiding
I can talk until
You put out
Chances are we may go together
And It was always you.

Im obligated, and contracted, actually
Because this is your yawn.  
And Your Daddy made the grass
Clean as a duck can kiss in webbed feet.
So, Do you have someone to seal the real deal...
Lady maybe look around?