frantic for safety as the
stranger approaches.
will it be when I am gone
from all that I know.
Spring after moths, what will be
next from this cute dog.
obtuse in design on these
desks which we recline.
fly, with relentless gestures
of moments gone by.
commodities each which we
ration in pinches.
and our breaths stopped short, as we
succumb to the fire.
and control humans can cause
others destruction.
time is all it takes and the
reward is great.
nothing withstands the torture
better than steel boots.
of a fool is as useless
as no pen at all.
worth a thousand people who
know nothing.
the next best thing to learning
from a trusted friend
has a detailed list of parts
it could be empty.
set a device with boundless
power in motion.
from the pink blob eats through the
hard concrete flooring.
on the wall is worth more than
a sensitive knee.
should answer it, else you will
not know who called.
and someday you will get a
job in government.
house is inauspicious, then
what about ninety.
person forgets to pay one
bill merely once.
is worth sixty-six in the
back of a cave.
a small mountain, a job is
a small occupation.
lead is a good as a desk
without an tenant.
before distribution saves
time in abundance.
from the deep; but the good guy
always comes from Japan.
worth ten-thousand hands and is
a whole lot cheaper.
dog, then it would understand
why all the chasing.
is worth more than a perfect
unforgetfulness.
monkeys is not so bad, a
house full is trouble.
the pattern which i used to make
these words alive
on life's many fold rivers
is something i do
but there is still something out
there which is called air
sort of reciting that forges
my thoughts to writing
ask, what else could i think of
wanting beyond that
was tickity for them and
tockity for me
out what i am saying, then
tell me, i don't know
the rythmn and all the rhymes
are the modern times
i have become excentric
do tell, if it's so
that's what i like! give 'em up
'cause there mine. alright?
in contemplation's fields
of mystery and awe
but from way up there its seems
even higher still
and things they have; i don't
want to understand
exist before me each a
part of this story
nice, but being slightly off
will give me justice
most problems will be fixed
absolutely free.
is a lot when that part is
instantly deadly.
all white space that contains these
letters i'm writing.
paper, it exists right here
and that is not all.
copy, it is just as
real and useful.
the other would still be there
though not as useful.
is to a dog like tacos
are to frying oil
like a tree is to a leaf,
not to uncommon
like like like like like like like
like like like like like
mug is neat, my mug won't fit
on my big big feet
and i feel that my teeth are
not quite clean enough
my calendar page was turned
that would be to late
A THEME CAN BE MUCH BETTER
THAN THE THEME ITSELF
creates pressure and tension
on a real machine
not particularly what
one expects to find
about a subject that's so
wholly static
mustard for them, does that make
any sense to you
of stuff takes form into a
creation of mine
chocolate loves the ocean
and words are not thought
the brim of consciousness and thought
the halucination is
extending without reason;
to find a foothold
bag a boochumpchump erp yule
nada nuda beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
look at the word and begin
add a word and stop
monk sit down - ker-plop! monk down!
monk get up - hurrah!
can life be a game as such?
no, so stop asking!
feel the outside of my feet.
do you feel the same?
it must be that time again...
my must it be so?
write slow, but now i am fast.
i know it won't last...
your's gonna be. yah! yah! yah!
i'm gonna be. yah!
can you own my words? maybe.
how much will you pay?
here comes Miss Olive, howdy!
and all the kitties.
Hammer, Chicken, Alfredo
too many kittens.
brought up under the forest,
set free to the moon.
foundentertainingatbest
annoyingatworst
just one more word to this bit
it wouldn't be right
skin and guts not here or there
so don't look for them.
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