Are you a temptress
The kind that attempted to be tempered
Temperament ranging from solid to sorrel
I'm inferior on a one way bridge
I stick to wood I'm a door hanged
Say what you will
Please say something
I float in the weeds because it's where I can feel the breeze
Capiche I just ate with your niece
I had a quiche she wore a fleece
It was woven neat the imprint was underneath
A piece of thinly light reem of paper
I turned to cape to close my nights drape.
The throats a parade
A mixture of dna
I'm afraid the speaker can't be heard
Flip the switch to turn it on
A pawn to the spark
I bark for more
I explore the thickness of closed doors
I'm open to an increase in temptress
Turn me upside down when I get blow dried
I'm open to turning into a vegetable
Finally the best a slumber arrest
A mirror showed a few wonders
Some over and understand
I'm sunder with an overbite
We all have concrete plans
Find shelter when the comma melted
Because the strings keep playing
With bone. Stand still in a dribble of honey.
Dreams return to reflection
Dyed as a coconut cream
Going through motion
Being aware and afraid of the sounds
The behavior shifts from cloud to sprout
The determined idea of consensus
The lines we wait in
The time it takes
Saturday, July 16, 2016
My flailing love
The loss to romanticism flew away with the change to technology
I'm typing this out with touch screen
Editing is easier then before because recognition is forthcoming
It's right behind the fence it's instantly in your face
Your face is smooth and your eyes are sighing
The line of sight between two objects is opaque
Dense with fog disenfranchised by subtle motions and curious gazes
I'm amazed by the lack of commonality
I'm saddened by the dues left unhanded
Do I really need an excuse and isn't my reason obvious
When we lift ourselves from our shoes after the day shouldn't we all feel equal
Is the sweat not enough is the stress just a way to impress with our feeble minds comparing pocket full of pills juxtaposed next to the mileage we jogged over hills
Are my eyes not blood shot my hands will hit a peak and not work
My last day of work will be my final gaze into hubris after that it's just humans being loose fitted like jewelry dangling until it drags on a strangers skin
Off in the distance I spot more of the same watch my feet as a wanderer falls into me becoming trapped in a wave of tranquility is this serenity is this the way
I ask a few locals or who I perceive to be
It's difficult to tell
The blend is the end cultures fitted and serrated dumped into an intersection waiting for everyone else to make there left handed turns
Burns on our feet after sight seeing
Tension in the air sections on a guide I'm going to hide my money in old shoe boxes that I recycle. It all goes to the same storage unit marked 2016.
I'm typing this out with touch screen
Editing is easier then before because recognition is forthcoming
It's right behind the fence it's instantly in your face
Your face is smooth and your eyes are sighing
The line of sight between two objects is opaque
Dense with fog disenfranchised by subtle motions and curious gazes
I'm amazed by the lack of commonality
I'm saddened by the dues left unhanded
Do I really need an excuse and isn't my reason obvious
When we lift ourselves from our shoes after the day shouldn't we all feel equal
Is the sweat not enough is the stress just a way to impress with our feeble minds comparing pocket full of pills juxtaposed next to the mileage we jogged over hills
Are my eyes not blood shot my hands will hit a peak and not work
My last day of work will be my final gaze into hubris after that it's just humans being loose fitted like jewelry dangling until it drags on a strangers skin
Off in the distance I spot more of the same watch my feet as a wanderer falls into me becoming trapped in a wave of tranquility is this serenity is this the way
I ask a few locals or who I perceive to be
It's difficult to tell
The blend is the end cultures fitted and serrated dumped into an intersection waiting for everyone else to make there left handed turns
Burns on our feet after sight seeing
Tension in the air sections on a guide I'm going to hide my money in old shoe boxes that I recycle. It all goes to the same storage unit marked 2016.
A few reminders on rejection
I thought about stopping to look
Or just stop looking
And just take what is not mine
In small doses
Children playing around my bare feet
Cities removed from the yellow pages
And women with no eyes and mangled hands
And I'll just breathe
Breathe the breath away from tradition
And find my own grace
One separate from what I should feel
What I was the led to explore.
Jump ship just got shipwrecked
Because I bear witness with nothing less then a list and a mission. The misses all the misses is a few strides from failure an object abort a mirror distraught when lie an image distorts while my knuckles shy from fresh hands. My knuckles to swollen my limbs disjoint. My phantom shadow follows, my recent air stays shallow as I swallow for warmth.
I'm thinking about giving up the catch and release
I've been called a catch but the only thing I catch is sweat.
I don't know how to do it
Even when I've done it before
The cycles has spun and where it once begun
Now I enter explosive
I'm holding onto drifting wholehearted happy accidents
A middle ground between regrets and the distance to Sussex.
Where's my screen, my affirmation, when will it come easy?
It's far from the beginning not near a stone nowhere knows where is the ring
I'm bringing up all these facts and some soft flesh
A mesmerizing timing a few lonely days I'm laid flat on a plank of siding
Call me the tide say I'm probably hiding
I'm probably trying I'm probably siding on the easiest bet because I'm busy
No disrespect.
Or just stop looking
And just take what is not mine
In small doses
Children playing around my bare feet
Cities removed from the yellow pages
And women with no eyes and mangled hands
And I'll just breathe
Breathe the breath away from tradition
And find my own grace
One separate from what I should feel
What I was the led to explore.
Jump ship just got shipwrecked
Because I bear witness with nothing less then a list and a mission. The misses all the misses is a few strides from failure an object abort a mirror distraught when lie an image distorts while my knuckles shy from fresh hands. My knuckles to swollen my limbs disjoint. My phantom shadow follows, my recent air stays shallow as I swallow for warmth.
I'm thinking about giving up the catch and release
I've been called a catch but the only thing I catch is sweat.
I don't know how to do it
Even when I've done it before
The cycles has spun and where it once begun
Now I enter explosive
I'm holding onto drifting wholehearted happy accidents
A middle ground between regrets and the distance to Sussex.
Where's my screen, my affirmation, when will it come easy?
It's far from the beginning not near a stone nowhere knows where is the ring
I'm bringing up all these facts and some soft flesh
A mesmerizing timing a few lonely days I'm laid flat on a plank of siding
Call me the tide say I'm probably hiding
I'm probably trying I'm probably siding on the easiest bet because I'm busy
No disrespect.
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