clepsydra mountian pen paul
rustic muscles
For words like favors go each way, to tell a tale that be priceless yet worthless.

desperate dawning.
.
a seasons saying
nipsey nestle russel
reasoning cosmetic
hacky sac golden loyalty retriever
burning vampire neural
virus central
nervous daylight metric system
blinks chrome and focus to feeling
over fences aglitter and falling gutter.
hollowing plastic reindeer
and pink insulation.
leaving swingset smooth
events and bubbles,
radars , fruitloops and condensation
in the universe of the ceiling.
.
flys encased in mylar
handed from silver
to balloon
spake one more curbside to make the edges widen
with currents and cobblers
combing into the pins of rotation.
.
one clock calls padiddle
to skin moments disguised as we,
level and just after evening
sideswipe the stairwalls ink,
smoked over white spiders
of the foreheads surface gravity.
falling into a surgery,
a cigarette burns
beneath a sectional couch
in the middle rib of emotion.
.
but why always a wingspan for a conquistador?
.
why always a silkscreen to kill?
.
letting go of a lens
was no easy snowman
in arenas with the gunshots drank dark.
last chances are hyenas mistaken
as observation for the motives isotope.


huddled into serrated one car momentary textures
storefronts fail the vanishing point

the temporary stairwell exhales
gardens gold of static
crashing through the front lawns
balanced on a kites line of eyesight shorn
the sworn in corner of the sunbeams drone.
for several hundred miles more
the moist worlds
cling to the many headlamps.
.
proballistic.

Volkswagens.

A prism.

reentry glare
loams,
sculpting within white noise
a decomposing cypress among other cypress.
cratered in the lagoons metronome
the weightless ways of wings
and cellophane
recall liquids equilibrium of rain
as ungodly loud,
only for a moment.
.
the residual meep
streams these prerecorded human mumbles,
with literally palpitating umbrellas.

and Boom.


for whom it may concern,
.
errant love, return,
with the heartbeat fresh or canned

sealed within
an unfixed chiaroscuro,

a fools impertinence,
and swimming pools.
.

...3mj

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way cool, way.. :)
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precious, it flows like a shakspearean mathematics formula
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you suck. all your shit is the same.
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this piece arrives and is far, far from sucking ...but! i do have this to say also ...edit, edit, edit!
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if you read the rest of his shit, you'll know it's alllllll the same. i'd love to see him do something different.