Galloping glum on desecrated pourparlers of gravid gravity sawed  in half by limped levity
That awestruck moonshot apartheid Count Dracula nyala blood thirst finicky in mafficking celebrity
Dawdling on the moors of transcendentalism a scarlet hue surdomute poisons a stilted amphigory View Askew
Repartees for four scores seven games profaned starlet girdles of regaled tails on coin flipped casualties a shibboleth for reneged Jews
Crosswalk henpecking ironhanded regimes flickering blockbusters a bend diseased etch-a-sketch orchestras brook degrees of foibles of mistral breeze
Tempestuous haunts of profound savants sidling gallantly between the venom and the squeeze to postulate a notion of time to which time itself agrees
As the quizzical stampede traipses with the apish notions of Cape Cod capers lapsed by bonfires started by the Minneapolis Lakers the ground shakes groovy with primordial Quakers
Retinues of Amish famished slaking jaundice slipshod with guffaws awash rakish with Point Break's henchmens heyday shading shadier acres
Times contumely a backbitten loan shark the esquire of a tomb desolate with spray can doom segued into sparkplug rooms spiraling into vertigo for varsal probability of crackjaw croon warbling loony and always too soon
The honesty of revelry sagging under encumbered dawdles a Bain Capital poltroon slaloms around iceblinks of every FANGed tune
lopsided in baragnosis whitewashed by hypnosis watching the wretched dial blemished by heliosis such that the jejune tautology becomes precocious
As a matter of fact besieged by a Massive Attack the spavined of the slugabed slore of whack-a-mole tact develops retrograde cirrhosis
Bleeding from contumacy widowed by the stulm of stannary lunacy we skelder for shelter as wilted whangams jostle in welter
Clockwork genocide hapless by pavonine notions of ivory towers in division about divisible divide multiplied by iracund notions of skeletal sweat in Canada dry swelter
As the bygones of stanhope meet the tympany of stanzas churches gilded with hypaethral avarice are riveted by Potemkin bonanzas
Wooded woonerf jackanapes blesboks warbling on corrugated provenance postulating allodic vultures outnumbering famished bamboozled pandas
In search of pillory never alpenglow we embroider a seed sown out of love a semaphore of walnut-brained eyesore
A dizzy vertiginous dance of Gavin Rossdale mainlining bellarmine barkentine vicissitude rather than happenstance using jawholes immiserated Six Pence All the Poorer
The macular degeneration of kenspeckel sensibility wilting on the laxism of pulverized verve of racecar swerve might the doggy crapulence survive the days of desiccated herb in a time that teetotalers "Shout" the word
That in every zoo the monkey business of the flock is cretaceous enough to rock the chockablock crotaline specter of the Raging Bull in an enthusiastic herd
All is a pittance to renewal in the revalorization of nimiety in a time of the tyranny of nihilism itself absurd

surfeit- stuck on the clipboard,
shadow of muse long
shadier than many
counterfeit
What good did I lose,
when I lost a day,
when I lost

yesterday,

man, the best hold
on the whole idea,
we ever had, duty
we share in
the world that we occupy, we inhabit,
so whatever good we do gets done,
one day at a time,
in this wilderness,
aspirational inspiration
is as fleeting as a thought never written,

but, if you caught the fleeting thing,
and wrote in the most flowing
effluently efficacious way,

beautiful zone shone known knowns

and lost it to a literal glitch,
an old forgotten buffer flush

lost in transfer from chaos, through

some kind of standard query language
patented Microsoft gadget,

for which, now,
I must wish a fix, a certain deja vuish
recovery that must be
in here,
some place I must seek

to find, or, leave it go,
one day,
what the hell,
the nonsense
of that as a question
or an expletive
at a surprise,
a wrinkle
a surfeit patience fabrication, too
compleatly
much idle time, too little aim

at being seen
at the scene

of the last confident lay down,

almost all I'll go rythms that we hear,
after sufficient trust exposure
surprise is never the plan,

value for value
idle words
for idle time.

A matched wisdom,
seeing the worth
of the effort
to be doing over,
ever put

right where
the surfeit nothing was…

put in place holding peace pose


So, now, then
sad, sorta,
not bad,
or mad.

At peace, permanence

advantage, eternally true
when you know you
knew backups exist,

or believed you knew…

tov ra, towb ra' gnosis,
da'ath chabad advantage

wisdom, is the kingdom
of truth, which, it is writ,

the God Jesus worships,
the spirit of truth, in truth
must be taken at true value

Faire and far dhe put here.

Say that tree holds witness,

with our wits about us we do

more thinking than other doing

so… Thinking, that other day…

deemed written off, but loved,

didn't we survive yesterday, ain't

this so, so we might make peace,

enough to fill the Boötes Void.

Using poems read once imagined twice.

Sounds are so much brighter
Everything looks amplified
And memories are shadier
I cant tell whats real or not
If im even high at all
or just high all the time
im scared but connected
all at once my mind opens
only to close any chance I get.
My mind clings to what
It deems real.
Is real where I was before
Or a place ive yet to have.
I jump head first
Hoping the landing is sublime
Realness, a cave opening, open
To a world lost, taken from us.
From me, and the rest if me.