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He walked the path in October, alone. Lives alone, eats alone, walked the path in mid October. The grass was long and pale. He thought of time from before, while walking down that path and back, to his car and driving home. Sleeping waking thinking more. He now sits here alone. Drunk, another drink of rum and juice. He might not make it to October, but his own time slides upon the shelf, dripping down.

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It did happen cause I think I remember
Of one time I was deep in slumber
A place like sunny little september
Had fruit dripping its gracious nectar
With a gentle shined around its eternal rind

Some do say
One such as I
Were but children
In a holy play
Out in the garden
We fought and sang
Of our forgotten eden

Now here Is what I had to say
Oh I had a vision of some endless time
And we danced in our slumber
For those that were blind
For here was no winner
For all took to mind
And spoke about the one
Who
Who says all is mine

Walking to the river dam, after parking in the snow that fell upon the earth and me, but now it is no longer here and melted in the warming air, and here I am, living still. Still and cold and living here, so still beneath my own past thoughts, I wish it was but it is not.

Fallen has the drips of from tops
Cames down onto my face
Like a gaceful end to a drop
It washes all my sin away

I peer down out behind
And find wings drapped behind my feet
Oh the call was a feelling
Of some one with a might of feat
It roared with a passion
That sweeped my off my feet
Remember what was forgotten
Off which was chosen before
They could meet

Time lived clings to past thought
We retrieve a lot from this
Being alive and living
Caring and going on
Until it seems this chance is here
But it is not
Neither I
Being here and living still
My own thoughts
Are yours

this is good

Oh these thoughts
That once statute
Broke Down in half
Of which was a law
Of stricken wrought
Oh stricken at the maw

It breaches, like a dred
From a rising bay
At its beaches it changes
Pools gone with time
Of the tide that changes thyne

Tide enclosing
I live far away
It won't reach me physically
Enclosed by thought, years
Neglect, upon me, from unknowing beasts
I try to think
for myself
but it seems
to be
for
nothing

But then something, something so holy
Accured, and my thing of worry was cured

For my love raised, and seemed to rise anew
For this was a blessing, a thing heavenly in beauty
For her smile was life all in its own
And my life was all but shown
For it was all the sun had grown

Retched tangle of death
caught upon low sitting rocks
Standing mounds of decay

Sounds and sight
within the night
will fade until the day

Creatures slow
amidst the cold
for hours they will stay

Birds and bees
were enemies
but rest together now

Peace,undone
when light will come
unless there is an owl...

The one that danced with the lost lonely light
It was an owl that spoke with the taste of purity and delight
For it was as if it spoke with the sweetness of the morning dew
Here it gave a little hoot

Of a time of nearing bed
But please take an ear
And listen in his stead

from the dirt the little books they grew in the form of the words of the people

as if the pages weren't the trees to begin with

and as if the words had not been spoken wordlessly in the actions of the common person

Really this is
the prime ideal for the disenchanted
poster on this cardboard
a chance to write poetry
void of meter like the imperial system
and line breakbeat the boomboxxx
until reverberations rewind peripatetically
and unearth a kowtowing immigrant cnidarian
with a backbone and solar powered plexus
etched in india ink, the words unwieldy
a jingle of scuttlebutt articulating the wind
into a phantasmagoria of endoplasmic jeuge
tailored for this exact moment
that has already gotten out of dodge

Oh the bark that are words find
Are the pappers with our sorrows
On from what grew in nature
About Irony that is natural
Of God and his sundering men.

Oh at the blend of falsisity and its peace
It is but a lease with a spined leash

Oh we spend all of tommorrow with our hunger still out of reach
For today is always a splendourous feast

Buddha was but a man
That was enchanter by the
Diction from the 80s
He was from out of hades
As dante was forgiven
So he to he toots his horn

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Or I'm going back country switch you wished you banged with a knife conscentually with a condom switchblade opened thinking christ why didn't i enjoy myself what they do is forgive themselves of march madness fucked my roommate's sister animals that listen to this switchback heh heh ages bowling and the league it's fucking awesome

Oh, you're good.


woof. the doggies wine and dine.
sorrow naturally comes
when leash is pulled from behind
thrice speaking split tongues prone from under
standing
lapping the waters
crystal sap in pine

I don't even care nigger who is this sexy ass apartment in the dark where no man could see him in all those stores alone but someone is with him didn't claim to be black so we read all the best freelance pieces for the cia so much pizza for the whole weekend i can go back to school in the dark

pertains to my man and other important matters and scenarios like forgiving or your fucking right to be advice and divorce from the transfer case and my mood around you and by the way im not recommending ballroom communications she made about herself dot dot dot dash dot dot dash thirteen years and yeah i dunno fuck somebody

pieces of shit constantly home later well i mean free throws fucked nothing but wet crashing upside the head and i said pretty much fuck yea exploded spider gear said what the hell scrabble in my differential wife's funny accent

where are all the shit people that i know i wanna see em loads of liquid fifty five gallons of OHHH forming posers like bowling for gollum binds elf rope hemp dope dumbfound smart enmeshed syncros brass filings one last bang she don't stay in third

she's sleeping in the cut not ready to snitch on friends and family hmmmmm which is the kids dealbreak he drinks nothing but coors trust high ball gravity steel reserve ketchup served the night before your marriage in the bed before you fucked your women can pieces of shit louis pasteur

Narrow and lashed like the tongue
We break deep into bow in a bash
For there we greet him of splendor
With the polish of brass on tongue
We open the door wide like the wind

Out we leap
Onto our feet
And meet death
And now we cheat

Never a fair to take away
It is ours on how we spend it and play

Always again
For death knows
And is our friend