Under the white face/lips

Pearl lite ways, burn lips away, the whole house is falling, the hole in the head is failing, calling the earth last moon, the moons last eclipse, the feeling of your lips, the tightness of your breath, the crystal seeping in the white laced caves. the feet is steeping into white wet snow, the snow of the mountains, the rain that drips from the rocks, the rocks that hold together by chance, everyone responsible for there survival, niche pinched nights, the line of the behind, the counter is by the wall, the lady is their to greet you, but you recall a dream midway, halfway in the water up to your waste, smiley algae in the brain, bring the rain with you in your tears, but the river is held up with many types of fish, the sighting is unbelievable but i desire the midnight movie, the video relapse of your grain, the grain overexposed lungs, eye sockets in the pool table, Waited at the table in the back of the room many minutes under the microscope the he she said. Lightning in my tea cup, the place mat is showing me my face. the placement of lint, bottles and used everything on the floor, pushed up against the wall like banks of snow. The snow sings to the white faced lady, her arms come out of the frozen lake, give birth but the mainstream will not see, the swan is tipping forward, almost drowning in the lake, but the media is paper, and ink runs runs away to another place but forgets it's words, when it is asked what is the purpose? I did not realize the string of useless words, the string of the guitar playing the placement of useless words, the withering of empty trees, and leafs that sprinkle on loafing bodies, naked bodies reach fall, and separate in spring. drowsy days under the blankets, the welcoming of the night.