The Little Things that turn bigger then Big Things

Add the anger to the grape vine

The mosaic is looking like mine
divine a self-made man
a terminal blindness
in kindness a minus
characteristic traits
a habit of indiminishable ridicule
sets with you
a coping
leaning your shoulder over the open
a show like soaping
a broad’s day light soaking
a minor flaw like being dead weight on a seesaw

I know what I've seen Pa
the back of a moment interloping with that I'm cloaking
modern day Moses
splitting apples with the chosen
a mirror reflecting motion
popularity lost between the sight and the flooding of an ocean
the muttering of emotions
life like low
erroneously influenced by my erosion
the holes in the clothes bathed in being bottom soil
your towed
your toes
bask in the vacuum of a black hole
that's why you got hanging moles
the seam of your nose crooked from the broken times tables that you snook in
the mathematics of a single handed savage
takes for granted all the presences that you ego hasn't slipped the seam
a fastball to a one manned team
a whiff of the scent
morning dew pirouettes
you wonder why you’re in the wrong scene
And you always wonder why you’re stuck you see

Because weren’t not here to be in your scene

We know our perspective but not the one that you see
The aggravation of a pet peeve
The one that knows you is in your sleeve
The loveliness of an apostrophe is off key

the curvature of your body is unseen
Homeliness is the quasi fixture of the bodies

I mixed up the miss because the misses
the hunger that’s reminiscent
I sent henchmen the set ends
The sweat from the porous is the easy way that you know us
Chain gang till we rearrange
Ominous supplies the trust
Until all the modes we bust
The thought lines only equals the subliminal
oh hannah tut
the moonlight that we touch
mas al mucho
the inheritance wanders a muck