"Life is
I need you,"
She said. Life is I need you.
"And I am not uncertain of what Life Is."
Life comes sewn to become known
also finding what life Ain't.
Life is Ain and cannot become explained
but it's also not waiting-lines.
And it is! It is! It is!
Add one more traffic-light and see
what crime-rates occur
but life is the silken plume
and deadly puma's purr.
Madness is not fear to the solitary eye.
Comparisons are made
to believe death and re-invent death.
Madness is some Sutra Bliss
in the eyes of the busy, I've got a caffeine urge.
The bust of the maiden is some pornographical
bust.
Words are carrier pigeons, we call them paper pigeons.
They are detectives and they are messengers and
even by
calling them they
represent a separation between root and stem and leave.
And why not say each is a creature their own? Call this
leaf its own
call this root
its own.
or join soil to root, to tree.
A westerner's guilt flies a soothened, sinking quilt.
Guilt flies buzz shooting ship-sank guns
Remarkable like uncovered treasures
and so tongues are guns
and also helpful arms.
& the efforts in the heat
to've not passed out
into heavy-heavy heat
by god this is a desert
I'm not supposed to regard
the Camel in public-presentation.
Because the books crafted by a Falcon
put it in to words already so very clear
and words do not have to be hidden these days
because the literal guillotine had went away
though the public shaming Persists Persists!
I had to go mad to write this
in the sand using the tips of hands
some called mine like my roots
are me
said as ankles circle-a
with veins and blanks that steer.
Yet your pain is my pain
so by all rise out
that pain
due to empathy- intensity
becoming an massive irritation
the world's volcanoes are earth's
emotions
it goes through changes &
inflammation.
This goes. Dance! Jump. Pass People
so-close. Eyes--- stories, seen,
do tell... television Allah and Pamphlet-Christ
do stand under Silver
Here.. set, be... appreciate some mound
of stone, the dam is let
water flows, old stone castles stand.
I am dehydrated. Even suffering is Bliss.
Feeling Good is rather well, too. Is it preferable? Yes!
But even this loss
if people hate me, what Me do I Sell other people?
Don't buy me? It is not all about
Me any how.
So go eat candy---
or stuff your face. Or Run-run-run
or any of the a-bove.
Up A-Bove by guilt I meant
skewered perception
of static lint.
Misperception
can herd a mass
The Boot of ISness
can bust an Ass.
The Bust of the Maiden
doesn't stewer and eat grass
The Puma can be pet
but not herded en mass
The rims of this wheel, where did that wrench go off to?
Day-time, day-time,day-time heat!
Sank-me-in,
The bohemians have thrown me to the Wolves.
But I love wolves and eating bohemians
so the troubles on them.
Bent wheels still turn
but will turn so much better
with straightened rods
across the maiden's bust.
Is this the end of the line? Every one says that.
Right here... this X. It could be a cross, sideways.
Lazy!? No, it can't be lazy.
Even a stone works... a still stone,
works in ways subtle... but, lazy!?
No, it is only the end of one side of the surface. The end of a flat
of a side of a cube.
Not youth and not aged.
Go, go again... More effort
to know to sweat. To pulse, to rise.
Show me some one famous who can master the expression of self-doubting
you don't care if I say this
but if you find some "star"
We lick the HEELS of
and they always hide their
lows that is a lazy star. and not a star at all.
It never looks a steep as it feels
like when going to show and tell
how steep it seems and feels.
It could be flat and seminal mixture
merely, purposefully,
made to look steep, up and up.
fold up. unfold. fold up. unfold.
There are still inventions and innovations
to improve infinitely old performances
like sleep
and keeping insects away from your armpits and pores
and to free the prisoners from telemarketing buildings.
The morning cannot wait. And nobody says a thing.
In fact, nobody had ever said a thing.
Not at all, at all.
Only people got out of their vehicles
and came together. and they held hands.
and all together they rotated
in a circle
and counter-clockwise they went
and that is how all their time was spent.
Once they had wagered in relativity
they were surrounded by Pumas and eaten.
If you are interested in being loaded with sufferable advertisements and forcefed these these tactical expressions which are dangerous, also with little drawings, some quips thrown out in to the phantom pasture will actually be collected
and done-up all pretty in a publication.
It is nameless
and I had held off from printing the darn thing
due to considerable self-convincing
that it would fail or be unseen, completely,
and though that may be so I'll print some up anyhow. & continue the galoot-march of trial & trial & trial
