Mr. Stoplight and his Wacky Friends

The Horror underneath the Flower

Mountain Dew King still Reigns

Eat the Magnificent

The colors on the other side of a canopy

The Iradescent Moon Shine

The Hip Fish

Bask in the Fox River

Glaciers of Psychedlia

Sunshine and it's friends

The Family Trees Head

The Pinnacle of Nature's Spirit

The Cross that Bears Us

Virtual Reality Vice Versa

The Girl that Stole my Blankets

Doggie Does No Wrong

The Emotions we Unravel

Tries to regurgitate the self

It didn’t work I just melt

Like a dusty candle stick open flame hands to wick

wait for the stick to become stuck

watch the world in the form of an unplug see the makings of a wish lump sum

trend setters turned to thrift spenders trying to find the solace in the solipsis

the rear facing mirror conundrum

the boiling of potatoes mixed with savor the burnt tongue flavor while we touch a smell

in the middle was enough to know that we were done both

about equal

the solar eclipse of my people

the evil reigns supreme

like the steeple feels the rain

first beating of the fist until it fits

back to origin a married man on the verge of exploring

a saddle ride

the river up to your ankles

the passing of water

bramble and the garbage

we expunge

can’t be bothered by the pasts too much

I hold and slip in the cast got stuck

Miming literature telling stories through self-exploring

 a mind a new moon kinetic cycle

the potential to rifle to gain from a tidal

Apollo edged us my hero

the low became static particles

the articles of confederation nations laid up upon the arm emancipation

the proclamation of identity

the thoughts the intertwine inherently

the second glances appear in me

the dilapidation that’s Bering seas

the bottleneck of Solomon and sects

the appearance of Islam and sex

the matrimony that’s derogatory

explore the commissary like freebies in the new OC

I past the patience of New Orleans

the laughing towards the nation like motion in the station

erase the stretch marks every year like bark

the tony starks and the Noah arms

the magic potion the circumcised I find the hope when I hide

the darkness sparks my aunts artic like a bar fly

I see thoughts when I get high

the hermit turned to vermin

the one-eyed evil face the sermon

the spoken word of kingdoms served

I hear the word so I’m cured

I’m absurd all the way to the flock of birds

I block the serfs

the near memories of what I heard

the surreal entity the one at hand

the mere mentality of Durham turned to humans

 the sake of petty flakes

plasticity of a fake are the two hands that they shake

the mirrored resemblance of the one I thanked

bring the positivity to the bank

the sanctity of the spank

the rush is enough to move the tanks

the open war violence mixed with the eco political tyrants

I rant

I rave about the love when we behave

the civil communal lateral sabbatical

I finish when I come back to you

the servitude of legs that screwed the perseverance of the earth

that’s you

that’s you

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

Sex in Paradise

We both see the island

as a way for our eyelids to fixate

 on stylish dehydrated diamonds

The inn most people try to get in
Surrounded by banana plantations
The bulks in the room

move weight across hemispheres

trying to sulk in a tomb
The hostess is coming soon
Pay with the platinum

obsolete like retinas
The credit on the line like open marriages on decline

 I say it was a block chain trying to invest into octane
Numerous humans’ dotted objects in the pupils
Eyes as wide as marsupials strung out wearing Supras

a spider in snakeskin
shed the make shift
Dante's manic too many mavericks
Motte over oceans

a prism encampment

molly wish washing acid test thrift gawking
I left squawking

slurs of curves and big words

leashed by the bender as we lay out end to center
Passed out,

a sick ender, switch flip the courthouse,

a safety net splendor
The lady leaves
the hostess emerged
A hex for the spent,

low line curves urged me to return a slurp for a turn
immaculate masculinity reconditioned me
I find the requirem in a spotless mind
Erase the moment
too many lives
a graceful union
I pay respect for the ghost of the Serbians

play in place half lighted

giggling a minute like an affidavit

truth seeps from the portrayal of camp David
A mountain is different to what I'm enslaved in
Anxious it's like a bottom laid pavement

Like takin a test like an inflight check
A moon lit spirit

an Imhotep step spiral
I see the end the ghost ferry barging through the bend

hitting the harbor

barb wire augers

rebuilding the posts farther into a bridge

two people on each end

a love life pushing to the middle like a syringe

the blood is the hinge

the joint

the joints

the angles

the anoint

the conjuring of two souls

the commitments are creased up

reality unfolds