Displaced, home is up the stairs.

Those two old hens, walk forwards and back, cackle and cryptic
moaning and groaning of the air out there.
Two hand sanded blast beats eradicate from gypsy monday mornings.
Calloused hands and chipped toenails scrape this cold tile floor.
Prying away at the finished edges.
Tanks full of petrified petrol.
Cavernous windows opening up to last centuries wishes.
Yesterdays demise invites you over for dinner.
Wraps it up in a toilet bowl drown fest.
Awaken. Immediately. it is ok.
Warm that pie for your breakfast.

Ripshore purge, seaweed blue

Portuguese women never looked so small.

Hang the rattail near the stall.

Leeches set out on the grand gala table.

Nosebleeds and Nosegrinds for a mere fifty cents.

Calculators tell the futures of numbers.

Folklore for children to make their tall tales taller.

Shapeshift the avalon, the audubon will follow.

Genius falls at the feet of the bereft.

Cascade the carnivale for cannibals with cannonballs.

Soups on.

Fancy that.

Copycats who copyright do nothing short but rot like us all.

This contagion of 'cool' is catching at best, like a pox.

A meadow that meddles in others affairs grows the oddest blooms.

Lake. Lane. Late.

fortunate
innocent
led by smoke in darkness
clouds encompass
the frailty of thoughts
a dance through skinny
tree lined lanes
dirt beneath feet
compacted and dry
from repetitious ritual
moon beneath mountain
your reflection atop
the volcanic lake

Goodbye complete thought.

Welcome to your introduction.
Please be seated.
Put on the blindfold.
Clear your mind.
Release your memory.
No more thoughts, now.
Good, all set then.

FINDS:

THIS WAY AND THAT
GUTS SPILLING
ALL OVER THE PLACE
CAN'T CATCH THEM FAST ENOUGH

CAN'T CONNECT THE WORD
TO THE THOUGHT.
CAN'T BREATHE THE RIGHT BREATH.

A SELF EXPRESSION
SPEWING BAGGAGE
CLAIM BOY.

FLIGHT TO NOWHERE
FROM NINE TO FIVE.
RUGGED WHINE OF
CARDIOVASCULAR PROJECTILE.

COMMONPLACE CONDESCENDING
ELEVATOR RIDES
TO UNCOMFORTABLE
COMFORT LEVEL SIX.

SQUARE IN THE MOUTH.
FANCY.
LIPSTICKED LIPS
POURING MUCK FROM THE MIND.

SOGGY THOUGHT PROCESS DROWNING
THE PREVIOUSLY ENJOYED.

MEATSTICK MOMENT.

ARTIFICIAL HAPPY FACE.
DESTROYING THE CONCEPT TO IGNORE.
SIX FLOORS UP TO NINE TO FIVE.
ELEVATOR CON.
DESCENDS DOWN.

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The cold black flats
of cadillac slats.





He bites his little tongue
Those seething words
still flicker their way
through his cruel teeth.
Ring around the ring finger.





cross the salt mines
into
Georgia's west
coast insurance
and liabilities
oceans away.
Nylon run
run
run down
that little calf
on the street.
keep.
keep.
Telephone away,
I can't hear a thing.
My heart
has shrunk
into a
tight ball of twine
stone stiff
keep moving
or you'll just
stand still
Breathe. Then swim.

Incubate, Rebate

Left handed
tokens
to right
handed people.
Earthquake
shattering
sigh of relief.
Followed by
eyes lit up
so bright,
they blind
all that is
around.
Out of existence.
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