I wish you were comming

I wanted white guy to come/ on you
I wanted black guy to come/ on you
I wanted yellow guy to come/ on you
I wanted green guy to come/ on you
I wanted purple guy to come/ on you

I wanted to come with them on me, i wanted you to come with them on me

I wanted white girl to come but she couldn't come/ on you
I wanted black girl to come but she couldn't come/ on you
I wanted yellow girl to come but she couldn't come/ on you
I wanted green girl to come but she couldn't come/ on you
I wanted purple girl to come but she couldn't come/ on you

I wanted to swim in the colors once they came.


I wanted to eat the colors once they came, i saw colors when they came.



but they came on me when i was sleeping not when i came to come.



I still wish you were coming for us.

Chameleon

Myspace Collaboration:

THE LADY AND THE CHAMELEON by ZETE
June 10, 2009 - Wednesday

Who will lead us across the landscape of the day
Who are we , but those who enter doors

We mind our eyes, while they open a world
We mind our minds while they speak possibilities

Nature bursts with ripened burgeon
Where is our fruitage further to her need

Hand over hand the gifts are exchanged
All touched by destiny and destiny

How opulent culture wheels its' thrusts
Behind the shadows of fated thought

Perfect threads in a woven carpet
Looms press and fabric forms

You and I as pseudo- co-creators
Display our spirited Art.

-

a woven carpet
fruit age further
Hand over hand the gifts

co-creators
our spirited Art,
those who enter
doors

I as pseudo-ripened burgeon..

touched by destiny and destiny..

our minds while they speak...¿¡

(Aaron Held)


-

a woven carpet withering on the field
fruit age further flung, the dun of agents sheepish fetish
Hand over hand the gifts the golfballs, the gopher

co-creators cretans pulling their hairs out
our spirited Art, falling from the blue ceiling
those who enter splattered with axwax
doors spooling the cameras

I as pseudo-ripened burgeon..a sturgeon reeling

touched by destiny and destiny.. sharp as hooks

our minds while they speak...¿¡ are dumbed by the fractions

(ZETE PURONGGE)

-

Who will lead
those who enter doors

mind our eyes,
mind our minds,

Nature bursts,
fruitage further to need


the gifts
destiny and destiny

How opulent
shadows of fated thought

Perfect threads
Looms form

You and I as psuedo- co-creators
Display our spirited Art.

(Kellett)

-
every carpet has its flaw
¡and therein its charm

(flame in the snow)

-

How opulent culture wheels its' thrusts
Behind the shadows of fated thought

we do have a tendency to mask our own personal opinions behind the failing ideal of destiny...

(mr. green the unanswered poet)

the great truth in that i found no chameleons in this poem may lend itself to the possibility that the chameleons are the perfect color for this verse. or maybe there simply are no chameleons. but why should I puzzle over a few wayward chameleons when the Lady doth hypnotize airplanes with fruits of the loom?

(Lars Lavacado)

-

the great truth of
chameleons in this poem
the possibility that the chameleons are invisible
the perfect color for this converse.
or maybe there are invisible chameleons.
but the puzzle over a few wayward invisible chameleons
when the Lady is obviously not there either
doth hypnotize airplanes
Pelt them with fruits
the loom of airplanes with chameleon pilots?

(ZETE PURONGGE)


chamelionic: we know not of the leading across the day
or what we follow
what pray tell
do they say
they cannot see
feel
or touch
and yet they say

oh, woven carpet we are but the minuscule
the mites with pincers antennae I shall have to imagine antennae
I cannot see

the gifts are thus, the gifts are so fine
but we weaving then seeing must leaving
as is that altering is not

please, it is thus ordered
alterations chameleonic....altering

speak of the possibilities....of the arts as they are.

(sigh...sentences of the tired)alt

(alt)

shame bionic: were knowing not of the leading across the day
or what we follow for this converse................................................
or maybe there are invisible chameleon, every carpet has its flaw
and therein its charm...................................................................
what pray intelligibility that the chameleons are invisible
the perfect color sons. hypnotize airplanes
Pelt them with fruits
but the puzzle over a few aw
do they say Lady is obi....................
speak of the possibilities....of the arts as they are.
they cannot see please, it is thus ordered...........................
t h e great truth of alterations Chamberlain....altering
(sigh...sentences of the tired)alt........................................................................
chameleons in this poem the loom of airplanes with chameleon pilots?
the possibility invisible chameleons and yet they Say's we weaving then seeing must leaving
when righteously not there either as is the gift inebriation altering is noon, woven carpet we are but the minuscule the mites with pincers ........................................................ ......................
I cannot see antes nail I shall have to imagine antennae
doth are thus, the gifts are so.

feel
or
touch¿¡

How wheels its' behind the shadows of fated thought
to mask our own personal opinions behind the failing ideal of
tendency opulent destiny... culture thrusts
Be the unanswered poet...................................................

(Aaron Held)

who made who? was it you?

a fated Friday behind 12 the possibilities converse fetish fruit as perfect puzzle linger on as June pays gifts to ZETE - under the shape of color fruit chameleons of lead cameras of wheels chameleon oh,oh, How the destiny of color's withering so this bionic June Comment's fated Post cries out loud: Hindi spirited i am behind truth I Czech [Reply] does truth hypnotize chameleons if i use pincers? hey, Kellett ?? that woven pseudo-ripened Lady with her fingers in the opulent Looms of destiny the co-creator of co-creators touched by unanswered gifts says: carpet1 says: language is a walrus the Pelt of chameleons touches the flame poem of opulent verse and becomes bionic: minuscule shadows wither on the leaded wire fractions of truth change color meet your destiny

(Carmen Racovitza)

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hopping on the four sixteen but can't forget to rewind the nine oh'six

Investigate forks you find.

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I feel alime, caught spring rabbles and I'm thyme, di TIm moine evelato umm Barrel swamp tack hole manhole.

Django walks his pistol, fires caps and I announced we were engaged with sour puss and film canisters in hand. Lowly fellow saw up my skirt.

deposit the fun, HEY!

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Crime sand man walks in to a pole, "Ouch, lath token of dome, semen soft touch boon doggers." I wish it was just a fantasy.

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so.... during mime playgroup so..... I can sit at home so....... it's not to fiddle inside the mind.

My arms hurt. Think Windy, I was having nightmares last gig can't help but equate my current chess game with the dance of sky sitting here.

someone realized it was not honest to look for tear drops and then he stubbed his toe.

left-overs came in the mail...

after the fish delighted us with omens his eyes feel out into are tomato soup.

talking to Henry about minor chords and three legged tables.

Laminating the orange father clock.

Gustave's mustache was itching my nose so I told him to get off, soon after I sneezed and prayed to Allah hoping for two spots and a thumb.

yesterday is coming in ripples, but Donny seems optimistic about night time said he has to revisit a dream.

My personality is a simulation for a far away life form, saw the new episode thought it was dull needs more dramatic pauses and is dying.

I believe I'm being stored in a file cabinet, it feels like I am the N It feels like i am a horny boy draped over an antique chair what if?

I saw sprinkles on a fever cat, linked to the angel next door, she had long blonde hair and her feet touch the ground, never looked back.

Dog bite me but it didn't feel real hue was off, and the still water was turning black again still don't know if Gavin was upset with me.

Samson Whillominster went to school, Now I'm going over clipped photos in Italian newspaper, saw Floyd and Basily the other night.

table only once a day system prey and only sorry for being temp. don't stare./lost concept.

insects devour a lost eagle crossing the white sand and the rail ways are obscene camels dressed in overalls digging in the dirt.

Slip......()2tue tea me fry she ah ghost Anderson bale emblem festive psychiatric napkin for masturbating liberty is lair dreams placate

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dimes dropping on the floor, a cold soul lying on the bathroom floor. some smearing make up on a donkeys face and then on a fur coat.

white skin red headed female she was laying down with black socks i hope to hear more about her new poem.

I was first doing the first time i did that and realized it was 42 and no i won't hear this anymore.

back to the big hole in the whale i figured it was part of the house and fillet a big sack of lost toys, sock left sock i didn't,

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swan sneeze came out to place a name on that very grave, i see you don't want to come out today, how about tomorrow?

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I thought of women and they bent over, we walked over to see if they had turned to stone... 123 abe last night though of gold.

Anderson creeper in his nightgown... Saturday seems gloomy all the roses pointed north back to brown bird left and the dunes of ever glaze.

like forty nine of them liked orange nails

lemon feeders are a piece of lingerie fitted to eat and reach the next door neighbor with his foot.

metal nudge

• metal nudge

  Tack thing, exaggeration alright bye                                                                     
                   drag that thing, claustrophobic...rectangle... room...on a cart wheel..okay give                     Five Thirty.......white and orange...             Everything goes out black...

  
  You just left.
  cold heated
  wheres those?!
  UMM
  line back to the wall.
  I thought we should.
  NO!
  pay for it.
  RipppOff
  They gotta
  owe me thank you.
  
  

  Next thing I know I'm there with coffee...see ya... later...CYA!! !noisy hours later       
                            Thirty feet long crew is framed for delay. the real steel wind            labeled...or                                                                                                           
                                                   Fifteen hundred here's how it works. fiery river of ha.
  
  

  Metal bit off extra heal, butterfly struck by civil war bullet.

  neat pockets, hands in pockets.
  
  

  Zato eee

  BBB lips
  
  corm studio

  
  lice offering
  
  the black and scope
  
  cold hands with a vagel
  

  hum zzz and the raddle gates
  riddle beum
  
  embalmer coffin

  
  slam<><>
  slums
  

  the right
  eous
  
  soux,<><><>
  
  bankwet
  
  lien
  
  line

  
  linen barrels.
  
  (0(0)0)
  
  the lens.
  
  been bo
  crime tans
  
  in the black
  

  sandals
  
  window faker
  
  likes balls.

  
  noir
  
  clammed up
  

  claustrophobic in your face wide angle soft link to the riders of the purple sage.
  ah
  ah!?
  think you got him,, KILT HIM!?!

  
  

  INSIDE!
  DOES!
  IT!

  
  
  
  
  

  two types of them.

  Land pasteurized beats no food, lonesome dove pray home lordy dolls, a crotch given named ham. some day! all of us come home! sweet tasty ribs... salmon on the side river flip flapping good times with the roll over minutes scratch the ticket, with the real someday name on the envelope didn't like the movies, popcorn frenzy grease lighting sheen baby hows the kids? watch over the reruns ran over, babies faith wheel white tails, deer tails calls the Gaul and the hole in the wind. stick with you in the house clued in whether the nylons were tight buttock showing in a striped thong, when the windows clashing feud between two types of birds, and it's mother hen calling washing her hands, fence the berries be gone, bygone the gong of his house rang but not..he is phony looking on looker, with his feet six feet under, with the babies scream, the Kyoto Blondie runner, tilted breast become begone. see fifty types of the same river, closing eyes close-up paint me van hogs portrait in a bathroom stall.
  
  
  

  -

  Sun reel halfa taste.
  Real sons backs tacked on waste/link lowered.
  Lament some phone, home phone.
  walking pastor when then windows close.
  have a meat stick, last days on listening in.
  peephole, clown hole, gotta wake up first thing.
  Lake water singing, tall boats tipping in the river.
  Sperm whale, half of a rail.
  
  Guide wandered, lost.
  pillowing up in ashes and cream,
  lashings on the lips.
  Join the band with it's soaped up broken instruments.
  this is what i do late at night, hammer away at the keys.
  Jabbed me in the knees.
  
  Late Sunday, the week ending.
  why was his home black and white, blood was black.
  ice was melting in the walls bubbled plenty of spring water.
  late night working in the dark, butt glued to the chair.
  no staring out across the moonlight, showing me dramas unfold.
  listening rainbows, struck by the lingo and language.
  sat down with a fire.
  how many fingers am I holding up? on the side of the road the side walk disappears
  fade out to all the hungry people.

^<>^<>^

• Swan meets a replica.
  Lakes crate and some devils.
  Blind husband, was overall glad.
  empty tables.. crumbs... still some.
  
  

  ^<>^<>^

  Screaming bridge,
  Dead stare of a chipmunk,
  eyes watering, going fast.
  sky always fading...

• [l&#092;X/l]

  Neat hands, hands in pocket.
  Cracked sidewalk, swirling wind.
  Smell the gasoline being burnt.
  Sand paper skin.
  [l..X/l]

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Indigenous walrus feathers
                              Thus................................

Tetons in the mirror...
                                                                             Dead chipmunks make no music

  rear view snake into the cauldrons

     of momentary prolapse.

 (ggoooodd stuff)

spake zarathustra.

:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::

Strawberry tango lingers on on on a lion rose,                                   in the red lion pose, you better run. run. run,                                     Annoying commercial bombardment,                                     Worms of the woe. Gotta take!...                        Shes in the room alone, better run run run. Call-devil each other. calm and never cool man gives up.                Book a room oh look                                                around... to the moon.                so hot to peppers on the                                                             ceiling twinkles                   as they walk back.                                                  On the road again,                                with an outside onna peak,                     vents steaming.

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shameful
Held replica
of you
Dopiness
A banquet old
shake
the barley grass
Till it satirical of a
banquet,
blades of grass.
Saw the happiness,
till it left.
organist...likewise...
originality hap..
mania... left

the environment
is plentiful.

A rep. Seven.

sun reflects osun reflects off the leaves.fuckoff the leaves.

INT. LOOKING THROUGH A WINDOW. NIGHTTIME

INT. LOOKING THROUGH A WINDOW. NIGHTTIME

The mysterious visitor comes to the wooden door.
Waits three knocks...
Turns around...
and returns to his black car.

O-0

• Mother ship,
  Left over dust,
  dead finger nails on the sheet metal
  echoing screams
  deaf space.
  
  
  

  O-0

  Lake lies rusted,
  Synthetic organs.
  Mother in a tin can.
  A lost traveler......

There IS something about you...

• There IS something about you...

  Bubbling Inspector,
  feeling two rolls of toilet paper,
  Get up walk away,
  Smear the dice, ruin the game, the show, our entertainment.
  Read between lines, see small prints, limited prints of your favorite film
  ushered in by wailing synth..
  was watching her, watching me, watching the insides burn and melt.
  it wouldn't be right blind folded buffoon, stepping on my toes.
  inches away from my nose a samurai  wields his breath away.
  to many tidal waves are crashing against me.
  rough landing on red skirts.
  loss of blood, can no longer stop the dam from breaching, handle wood.
  costing me a fortune to run a saloon.
  fictional super meal, with extra linen, her feet on the window sill
  back towards the wall, with bitter sweet intertwine around her overall so...
  she filled my dreams with adventures, soaking wet all over the floor...in games.
  featuring oddly enough for the weakest ones...lending me some time.
  cannot complete this question, leave it blank like your stare now a photograph that is worn and old, wish it was new again, like that basketful of stairs. who knows how the masks looked, but there are many to choose from.
  window wishing, the cold street nights, always need a place to relax
  feet off the ground
  cold wet ground
  in need of some answers.
  but cant say no more to you.
  
  Measly,
  
  .Fin.
  
  A menu,
  lasting,
  a rage to dual,
  
  final minute,
  
  Job...Message,
  
  .to dual.
  
  Final job...
  g o d Ala job...
  sage to Dur.
  
  

  Got this call...

  Lonely swirling fly, Bystander walk on by...injected with infected love and interested in insects, walks on all fours, backwards neck and a ferry boat breeze I got sick, with it on my shoulder some festering tumor, and the weight of the egg in my head/sprinkles of flower peddles warm summer moments cursed by cold windy nights, scatter like glass physics.
  
  Unless I am the devil, I walk inside the Internet. Willing to forget foreknowledge just see the world in the now, but if you understand the killing, the take you'll receive.
  
  The interest in dying, the future lessons to come, seeing it, calling it out...wanting it's message glimpse of the fowl the lone storm waging pictures in the red light glow, cashing in the right check, will receive nothing, but I was walking, pony's glisten with oil.
  
  Eye on that..learning more...A leaner majority taking you and their ahead of the game, likes to sign it himself.
  
  Reestablish the goals, never made the NO appear. Hear us before a camera no judge... more rules/just Limbo in the loads.
  
  Starts to blame, a chess game takes a dive into a sea train, car in the night, high contrasted lights flickering from shortage in power, pay for the accident forgive they gun, they grave speaks silence, with a bird so beautiful but had no beak.
  
  The tree's grow lager from the clearing house and tower over the homes, bittersweet vines wrap around me and the world, we are claustrophobic and are being buried in weeds, conserve the emotions of the flowing river, with dyes from the mill.

say no more.

• say no more.

  Everything double spaced, can't contrast the sign.
  Can't compete always in the blur.
  triumphant warthogs...dwindling the trees.
  say no witness, says no more.
  evermore, now everything has gone sour.
  seeks the blind tears in the moon.
  devouring aftermath, flying pigeons swiftly through the window.
  heart wretched house, floorboard creaking.
  seek wishes in the dark, farther they went down town.
  squeeze the fluid right out of the toad.
  down and out, all about the window with the wind creeping in.
  
  
  

  -/&#092;-

  Just perfect,           Since the evening is righteous, wind is                  close your lips don't speak.
  Super carrier, in the mind    ... ghost still hung them all                                                of the red storm churning.
  Your a dead head, slept in real late yesterday                  closet.
  in the he asks
  
  He held the hands      of everyday. He is a tyrant,                and his primary              flight control buttons I                                           ignored him.
  
  Sore from the nectar,                        climbing from the envelope sprung up into the butterflied, ran down                                       to the house of cards.
  
  
  

  Just perfect Super carrier in the mind. He held the hands, Sore from the nectar butterflied, ran down Since the evening is righteous, wind is speak. In the mind ... ghost still hung them all the red storm churning. Your a dead head, slept in real late yesterday in the he asks of everyday. He is a tyrant, flight control buttons I close your lips don't of closet. and his primary ignored him. Climbing from the envelope sprung up into the to the house of cards.
  
  

  no-bullshit persian cat,

  A splitting ha-ha,
   hahaha-ha,
  Wishing my head could split that way.
  Answers in the book,
  involved two waiters and a cook.
  Job like that, got no money.
  what do we say to them?
  whats her name? yreeaadyaadygooogooo.
  
  Shes using hers, hes going to their house.
  
  Interior of the head, splicing watermelons, shifting neon belly.
  Head bobbing, teeth showing... on stage,I'm just teeth and lips.
  inspired to clench, and grind, freaked out on them
  storing his place in a neck blister.
  hand clenched...all talk...all wink Speed balling
  
  loin', hands with this little title, flying on the road.
  
  Didn't you learn his lesson,
  hit lucky.
  nailed.
  are you standing there...drive by the road real slow.
  give me my respect.
  whats that on the road, watching a movie.
  Promethean road inside the reins.
  teeth ripped off.
  
  
  

  hum

  Pretended you know the close,
  Ia the truth,
  This hasn't expired all clean now.
  Gettin' the poorboy off,
  new work for a mud jabbed in the eye, side of.
  You sure you want to do it yet.
  WHAT! I wondered.
  Thought why I let my hair gel,
  make sure the drool.
  Jump why?
  It hasn't been clear car, and before you go out...
  I didn't know that.
  shh, OH you, yeah need...
  cool arrow that hat...
  whatsit it it...
  I am already hot,
  bot flying, but on wires.
  I hurt, going down,
  do that I'm two womb trimmed,
  can your locked.
  to...........................................................................
  
  

  loose lines/held inside.

  Timeout,
  overactive pistil onward Solomon, to devious for baking, inside the dime, he feeds like the rotten coward, mine functions he is a fungi.
  
  

  "Reaching out over something!"

  
  

  (naked cold uninviting and most of all disturbed, cold naked and most of all forgotten and devious forgetting it self ina moist cave alone and isolated metallic bars hold him, lets relase it in space and get rid of it.)
  
  

  The time we forgotten, it's still in the works, grinding gears, in the works of many authors great books still cracking the rip on the backends of the TIME  is still ticking and I wish I could just stop and breath for a second or two, but it's a constant pressure always. .
  
  .close your eyes . . .                                 . . .close your eyes.

  
  

  They arent sure, pre-growth, nailed, on accident by reminders.
  knicked, they monsters of the neck,
  brain still wet and pink.
   feel down.

  
  It's always on the mind whats perculating me inside out, walking out on a surface, time is bubbling, something is crumbling feeding it way through some tunnels.
  joints and funks and house
  ...now and again,
  

  The sleep is taking up time.

(_9_)

(_9_)

clammed up in shoe boxes,
A toilet rim of phobia.
cause worthy, fainting on stage with phantom mask.
Gloves with wings, and carrying bullet belts.
chard milk with it's hint of giving thanks.
hist' Now in the gutter, men scoop it out.

Guild worthy a fist of boulders, now in the back of my shoe my foot burns, miles on miles, but my eyes are tearing out my glasses, bulging out of the lenses.
hands in the septic.
cashing in or growing over a rotten field,
i mourn for all, in desperate times, day after day, riddled with time.
watching me, when in doubt, the movie rolls are eyes glued.
no speaking English, just murmur words to me.
patiently waiting for that ME to arrive.






sand filled feet.
destroyed hands.
lemon'd eyes.

pumpkin butter

Falcon On a Prosthetic arm.
Unlike the wild berry lofts,
cascaded in the lovely dew of nobles.
Serious lenders to the psychic lies.
appetite deniers the falsehood of noodle-breath..
In to the winters bed.. sleeping in wishing wells.
rhymes on the world flat end.
castrated at the desk, by my former idol.
protect them in your golden arches.
watch them in the center eye,
eye always watching, tales of your mystery.
catching
driving and smiling.

Close troth.

• Close troth.

  Busing the french Listen to the dark horse, seldom in his private chambers.
  
  Or welcoming the brides to the chopping block.accumulating the fishing film.
  
  she day was wilting in a shadow with some month of may hue of tones and copper sponge.
  
  I was well and wished for the best, and the mentions of the rest.
  
  

  Gone on find fringe clash of cracking doors, and creaking doors,

  
  The dust off the spoke, and something more and feeling gore.
  

• heh

  Powder on the nose, cats fun with the kill harks.
  Jumble mumble on the phone why is it taking an hour.
  See back the setbacks, only in the past, in a row.
  salad walks for miles on Sunday.
  in tight linen or stripped vests.
  listen to the oboe...out of tune.
  
  Whistling in the front porch
  to the bake sale groans
  
  I see the lessons,
  glisten on a marathon..
  
  so many days later.
  Afternoon...
  when it is HOT...
  
  °°°°°°
  Possessed or charmed to liquor or black wrist doves.
  
  Ribbons before six feet under, sand withers my fevers.
  
  righteous an welcome to feed sliding fingers in a mound.
  
  Underneath the earth, covered, down under.

:)/:/:) suns take.

There was an eye, no mouth some soothing sounds of water.
When the window is shut you shut it all out.
deep within'.............................................

 Something started to bubble. Wishing aftermaths. Conductor challenged.

Gunned tooth greased upside down, like loose laces, loose finger nails. A hamburger for dinner...No side dish, your sipping on acid, the losers who build the kingdom inside the prison.
Tough flesh sickened.................................
P.S. with the spinning gears, and the charbroiled brain, and the simple sentence to describe the motions your head is feeling.

Loneliness sidewalk,
devious, back stabbing....back roads, horse flies swarms...
automatic woman... (from a poem) drifting softly....
her eyes reflects "the deny".
I forget the feeling of the sun.
and prepare to sneak in the smell wild raspberries...
My eyes see you,
funding the end... with your lies....

My eyes see you... holding a sign,
looking backwards
seeing nowhere, inna house-car rolling to the tides.

sleep time baby, with your ears in the pillow,
sink your teeth in some sin,
lets your conscience begin...
dream softly underneath the willow...

sorry my eyes don't see you,
dead man floating in the water...
making it awkward.
never to meet you.

my eye's begin fry, underneath the earth the ground bakes...
see the sun and what it takes.

someones journey ended.

Bodies gogogogo, floors under the head.
Leave it up to circulation, microbebeauty...
dull and bland, trumpets tripled.
sunk in sinks, leaning over the railings...watching it snowowowow,
for a little while links of dappled paints dripped, tops the charts.
whaaa...at is it?! the unlimited big one.
same time...very lame. cripples.

Gurrredux

Hil, Pulldwes.
riou, ockan
asness....hig.
eis Boonl
unus........elisti
...macristfo...
oon, gckl
.......anrmen.

You whine.

My cold wind, daddy railroad.
trains run, sea soared, road roared mountains.
danced sailors, for meee...
hawk might see rivers...
but I never did wonder how I got placed in something withering...
lingering in time, when you combine the ribbons that have been cut.
Upward angles at the poem, to many eyes glued, googly.
Live show, the limited raven heads chirp chiropractor sipping corn wine.
a man slipping on the time, reels show you in reverse.
Tell me more about your interview, close the shot with faded creams, white powder and a fake shark smile................................................................................................

all for... the wind....

What if I...Blank stares across the swampland.
Finally I was to stay glad...Well the first man trippin'.
Winched out the catacomb, the honey dew drippin'.
Screams across the band stand, water poured for many hours...
Some did not say, or stay.
They sat or stood, what was it...the small man did ask.
Feeling the back of the naked necklace, feeding it to the dog whores.
Sooner... he got it all right, Oh sooner... he came through....
Sooner... he came to see all the things he went through.
All hes gotta reach for.... is someway to go...
To many trails to follow, nectar sippin'to long.

All that walks on by, strive for the moon.
Call...f-or.. for-the... for... the wind, and then order the sun... to go away.

Ghost linen.

I was sitting back trying to make it change,
lunges at me night and day,
saw the listening telephone.
ran so fast, faded away.
Now the new whack, Number 2.
The explosion in the luke warm
yesterdays.............................
I never ended it correctly, never began to do it right.
Now the sirens cracking, and the shades of grey are caught
in a web.

Now I'm angled correctly looking back at my ancestors,
History books projected as a popcorn movie.
Leftover napkins, now I handed them over to the law.
Coastline driving by.
Now It's being stopped, halted by the fame.
river bend coasting lazily, her heart was soft but hearty...
It's naked ribbon dress peels the banana ripened by you.

saving, shaving, put you down on the raft
see you next spring, lingering sidewalks.
choking or caught on the barbs...now...time...leaps.
raking the channels for the goofs.
Entering the turn of the pages.

Never ever came back on a Friday.

Lov-cotchmehbi-eye-eye...III

Eye-say'b-lov-cotchmehbi-eye-eye.
luv-cotchmehbi-luv shuc-meebi...

Or lub-lublubbalub-catchmehbI III/MehbI III...

Unnsud, cotch meh bi lemena goodcatch mehbI III/mehbIII
seeneowow...meownound how wee.

Sudda fruc, gremma mehbi catch mehbI III...

eye say'b alova lug lova lova lova lug hun suuda wee, Kammi so do weei,
soda so dooowe, soda so dooowe sodaweee, lackhow wa see ma sola aveee...
sola aveee... men men hole...wa
Sola aveee... nod wick nod wee...wa
solava wee...nu nu nuluuwo...wa

Ticick nod wee, absoultu TA! WE...
Listva bo beee, no wade a su, so la wee.
Nod we sola veee, sem sem solacka sem semso wei.

Eye-say'b-lov-cotchmehbi-eye-eye.
luv-cotchmehbi-luv shuc-meebi...

safe to say your orange....

Zoo, having kids.
whitening....pathetically
programs...trees.

feel them on the knees/body gets that way.

Whole tensions
brushing, limbs, limp.
yep...mhmm...waters running...yeah.

oops.

Whats alright? spit, wash your mouth out.
Cut off the top.
worst..............

Oo0oO0ooOh groans, and maples.

Fishbowl christmas.
through the ball.
Balancing, getting, sucking.

Weeell...weeell...all this stuff is done.

Why bother...middle of the night.
sick, week, old refrigerator mold.
OH MY GOD I'm right here.

Doves wanted it, waaay to simple.
main booth

almost done.

"O0oO0hhh?"
"farewell Hellbent"
"meant well"
"sorry angels"
"has a lotta dough in the pocket, combed hair..."
"pickin blackberrys"
"sounds Weird"
"HUH?!?"
"mhmm...all over again..."
"has rice...balls"
"gave me a flash light"
"whatever, your nickles on the floor"
"gotta lot goin' onnnn"
"when he was younger"
"chunks of duck noodle"
"peel the gross"
"square outta of that"
"photo..."
"apples not rotten, ghosts strip poker."
"what?!?"
"war, warm...soft..cool..sleazy, win, day, nuclear fall"
"Out."

White listening.

Deaf white space,
dew drops meow.
Safety procedure on hold,
The lessons caught.
red footed...

"They would come to listen"

Nomads empty coffin,
pipes of the cathedral melt.
Lets make it right,
lets see how its done...

Noise in a pose,
devils breach the moon.
Clementine wine sips,
charming in the rocking boat.

"would they listen"

pulsed neglected inside balloons,
wind softly churns your butterfly stomach.
when the water stills,
The noose is lowered into frame.

Hands in the salad.

Give some one a hand
so no one struggles...
Camouflaged on the ground, no one there to help.
Broken frame, titled madness.
Something pressing....
Needs your HELP!

Down in the gutter,
filled with so many chemicals.
Give the guy a hand,
Left out in the woods all alone.
Tis the season...salad hands,
Train coils around the shoes...

To nowhere special,
hands not helping.
Gun barrels all around your head.
Faced plastered..poster on the billboards.
Frame still charbroiled...glasses fall off.
Give'em a hand.

-

Desperate thinking tucked away in the kitchen cupboards.

...FUN...

There's a line where you stand, and wait.

Waiting for the heavy rains.

Figures leaning...man, woman...leaning.

Somebody watching - listening to our thoughts reading newspaper.

Shredded newspaper all over the floor,
The dune does not dissipate, we see the silver airliner shave the tip of the mountain.
The quails callin'...winter to emerge from the whistles and the sponge soaking the sores.
Now's the time to reveal.
Electronic mincer...shes for real.

Repetition in your love, holding delicate flowers, white beds in a field.

See the fire wind, combine with your heart.

The man still plays on the roof.

waiting to fall, the train falls

her lengthy fingers divide the spirit

My knees deny me...

...falling...
...Can't catch myself just yet.

Slanted

• (You suck the marrow out of me........
                                                        ...Peculating me from the inside...)
  Pull me from my outer shell, force me in a box.
                                                           Now she talks slowly, lips moving like a ballerina...
  

  
  Folded swan, rich cemetery lawns...The six legs pulling off the torso.
  Feeding the wild hawks withered dust.
  
  "I saw through a lens, underneath my pillow...."
  
  

  I don't think so........You don't have to explain no more......her hearts a putrid honeycomb.
  
  

  The same name becoming sentences.
  Cursed with chalky breath.
  Pinkish death coal.
  Printed
  .ON.
  
  
  ....STONE....
  
  

ta.

Don't project your boos toward the speaker.
Teeth controlling, ripping enamel.
Swamped endings, leveling somethings pores.
Zen huffing slipping on the snow.
Sleep beneficial nightmare, death by the clubhouse.
Symptoms of to much time in the den.
Ink willing to sleep on the cold sheets, never dreaming.
featured in the films, luxury jets.
laid out in the sets, the sheets covered in paintings.

I DON'T GET IT!

Rave on the cold front.

Heart bleeping...
Harp bleeding....
                     Over productive, over dramatic, obsessive lost fugitive.
dingo travelin'

hes out back raking...what is left of the...then he leaves...someday, overalls, never Nostradamus...then something occurred, made me think, then it was thought.

I must be traveling on...see ya.
Hard plowing,
herd pounding,

never seen her eyes open..shut.

Ding Ding, See I came to the front door first, it is more fun, down and out, cut...paste edit...suicide with the razor blade...give me an F.

Happy..or sad who cares.

Zone out, zoom in.
center focus,
dead beat,
hot seat,
savior,
.DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN.
DiD


NOTHING!