I am numbers...Saturday and eyes so drifty... drifty...

It goes beyond the floor to reach up for old and then filling in the whole wide world underneath a sun that's fallen for you.

Stricken man devours and was able to fence the menace to sweep up the old, while it was frosty sleeping under the leaf, under the sun that's fallen for you, the slipping of mouths or ears...hear nothing more ...nothing more to hear, with the audio turned up, the flesh suctioned together, sweetly sweating and filling up our glasses. Our pins infected, with our mice turned into faint ribbits that will put me to sleep, flower in the hand pull it out with the roots interested, sulking in a frenzy. Questions fade.. questions fade.. underwear fades..

Salts begin to crust with calcium light headed... its dizzy in here, need the air but friendships absurd but there is to much to muster up you must fear, God with a handkerchief, the sweat of the blood, the known of the halls can't reach the faint message, fear of leaving on the knees, waiting pigeons with the salad dung, street living breathing.

The soles walk loose, the laces drag, baby meet the ghost, in drag with the feeling of someone touching, the massage of ankles, glowing painter could not drink in the dark and nothing more was watched in reels, so real I know its the only blink I could blink.