conditioning expectation of homeless crimes
sunday's no bus service or funds for transit
los angeles is not this way
must walk to church gutter and be denied entry into frame of church


no probation still this is the policy of budget

alexandria?

barack?

this is literate to you both?

the electronic management system of homeless information?

the viability of death metrics?

check mate

this already went to press

im the journalist

your the choice of illiterate

the exposure to elements and deranged people with advantageous
means to measure us into corners, that is some harsh coping skills
when living out of a body bag

protest what? the sag?  the people in cars?

its whatever comes at you, you deal with and back into the body bag

so today, this morning a guy exposed himself
i immediately reported him
i have no comment for the ill people whom will seek to create more words investigating the sunshine loss of medicine upon me......

this is the non profits admins approach to justification of allowance.....

these are high crimes, defined in war crimes tribunals

then ali calls said we going to war
gotta sign up then its hit
cant process writ
this the mandate
born in a military
my escapes a route
travels in ink, thats the tour
of my confessions
telling y'all came out of texas
now the graves, of providence
don't call me roads, the west points
a profession

this the 451st reason you full of doubts
my procurements, stix like flix
no drums, waters flakes to mis trials
tribunal, no becka, love ya becka r
she rates like loves a sista's jew

im civil affairs, hook aint up
down to the bart
violations, civil rights lines
wecome to brewster poets
no pennie, all loafers
kick it, on my so fought in dials

im reps full of colonia, elbows up

hangle aint lied out loud
ventura avenue gangsters
give me new york

tattle end battle, irish **** rattle
tuck it up im air force in
chin dent checks
refered once prison all meat
holsters end badge
cant catch weeks, all budget penny taped deck tap

staunch, preperation, hissed at dat tia
tio no compensario's
muerta's in the kerchief
that a flip down at the seems
santa clara, my rivers a mount,mount, mouth

suffer, mount mount calle lil calmate


more defiant than a compliant shelf
check bookin
cry lil sister, lost boys, west side night owls

grit like blisters your fame'ing
no *69 its you dew up states crankin hemi's

d.o.c anti up badgers the kleenex

Will you say it?
Will you enunciate each letter,
Light my senses on fire ,
Play Russian roulette with my desire, to finally have you..

Will you say it?
Let it flow out of your lips like milk
Let it orbit my heart like tiny planets made of silk
And complete me.

Will you say it?
Will you usher into my world sensations that are new.
Tears will fall backwards when you do
Heart spasms and dementia will follow too.

Will you say it?
Will you let your voice command its brave?
3 words, 8 letters to save.
A euphoric tidal wave.

On a Sunday evening right inside Cartwheel Theatre the crowds somehow ignored the curtains as their spectaculars turned into their favorite pair of googly eyes
They set sight and aimed towards a rather refined looking gentleman with a marble pebble tie

Ah! Adonis! Then crowds were astonished!

The audience suddenly collapsed into a bore as their actor had a lead role of having a smile like open doors towards thick fields and bushels of grains and having a long right arm of direction pointing towards the lazy boys and reclining girls

Ah! Adonis! Whatever happened to the curtains?!
"this is a repetitive act!"
"I've heard of this before!"
"why are the old acts better than this week's?"
"predictable!"

Adonis noticing all eyes aimed at his cheek bones sang; "it is not I! I pity you who lost their recognition to the real show paid all your life to take a peek at a rather fragile fellow pale as I am, I beseech you; go beyond this curtains and forever stand in awe!"