I haven't written for a while; I could be waiting for
Something forgotten or perhaps not certain but still pressing
And pooling brave by the old ones for a lack of shade
Texture arises and objects of danger aspect curious
Stomp scarf welcome well. Have I lost the current?
Or was it in the pie he took?
Do you cringe in embarrassment
At such a pretentious presentation?
Have I seen god at a higher speed?
Are they always looking for someone else - smash sorrow!
Take a break to get some sleep or check it out down in the cube
Bubble invert buy a new fatigue
Break a lone and don't be late
And mother of god please care
Why waste words when a simple
Expletive is love and acceptance
There still aren't any pictures
Is there still someone to talk to
I can indulge in inanity and the weed of the week,
But what does our hero have to say?
(he drops dead)
Its getting thinner and brighter
Threshold is overused but becoming a short pause while I plod...
As long as we've talked of values we still have not arrived
With any nonincipient tranquilities
I know it's in me...
The circumstances of release...
I can feel the caged lightning
But aren't I all real and valid
Sometimes often suppose err
It's time to lie on the floor
The mirror's dirty, and I should
Clean my glasses, too
--- oil on a brush burn
"doncha evah lissen to da radyo"