third_of_sumthin

another old dagger board day
which way is with a way?
. so
just keep doing to go
that orbital thing
.ever
one allways forgets that,
when there is no burning
ones thin crust of a skin

/ Think again or become as much as the vampire zquid that barely swims
in the ocean deep, most likely asleep and, hardly more than
a ghost
or a bit of undigested teeth.

wetness is goodness
if not behind the ears nestles
something damp but not a sponge
more like a cupboard potato
sporting legs and a sprocket
trying to springbok it to the dollar store
to pick up some towels
to dry all those eyes
and ears too

a wiff a stir a strike
out at first
a no runner
a fast runner
a home runner
a referee telling me
that I'm in their game when I'm in of for and by my game
get OUT humdinga
hummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
dinga
humdinga
HYENA

lords uneven
smash squash fast slow something no

bugs_bugs_bugs

I pass by this slice
of ant paradise
; a teeming heaven
on polygoned watermellon

hunadengue_hunadengue_hunadengue_________&_macormack

hold it
right there
if your bones where solid
still you would
sit still but silly
you who flew the coup
of that refloored unwalled cabin fever
sayin
I've go't et TOO!
and the ligamented keys unfold
and jangle lobsterwise across the pitch
while up here is
safe to say A-CHOO!!!

may_I

I have two beating hearts
and no mother am I
. Sun is an inch into my
skin all over me
. Bugs are flapping by
my ears wet with raw water
. One in my chest is acccccccellerating
and the other
a little lower, is squeezing slower
on remnant calcium

x_is_to_xylene

sell me something I dont know
already smelly
in defective shoes
meant to keep the filth on the outside
two way perm

Publish Post

eators sitting bridging conditions
ouef annomininity; listing ballast of silly
and to think that that would float, is another story
for a day that is all gone if you really knew

lmnop

I'm not cold on today
the sun has heard
and sends a thankyou note
for caring through space
where the sun shine never gets like me

landing here
in the sparse grass
the black bottoms of me
tap a never nervous signal
through the amplifying earth
and into rocks ever which way

habitation

I dont live on coloniale
I live on HALAK
You done not live on esplanade
You live on CAMMALLARI
We dont live on osborne
We live on SUBBAN

an additional 993
avenues
boulevards
et cetera et cetera
follow

tomorrow
the birth
today
the day

when we win the cup
you wont be able to fly
why?
cause the mountain will erupt ! !

unfeed

not human to be
an antler of a desk
set a step from the rush swish edge
when old winters over and new
spring is done
I'm summer riffing mode;
young and impatient for the next snow