to think without eyes or ears the touch or smell
Dry is the thread, brittle and frayed. Now the stitching will not hold. Through dusty road and whistling trees, I traveled into the grit rich pitch. It would seem to be for nothing....
Wait a second... Are you saying the cock rose three…
Look beyond these words And address the in-between Here lies a rest assured With conscience squeaky clean When you gave me your shelter
We are all Einstein We are all Gandhi All of us A Jackie O. and Jack K. And in every way
Note the Look Mark, the Time The Thief; the Crook Charades in pantomime With little Hands passing
My turn. I believe you when you say it hurt… I’ll shed a tear for making you su… And for when you call me lover. Then the time will come,
I sit here, reading, waiting Patiently contemplating On words, written, said And taking them to bed So I lay, repeat, say
My heart sees, when my eyes go bli… The dreams of my people Woven; entwined Why don’t you take from me? Wouldn’t you gain from the eating…
I am hearing the words, those word… “Babe, you okay? ... You’re looki… —I would rather don the tattered c… Becoming cloaked by beautiful trut… A ragged layer upon pure awareness…
Wrecking Ball Breaking Something Testing Me Forget; Forget Hollow Spirit Lie For Your Blood Obsessing
She is, My bread unbroken; Left to mold. An ever-thickening assault, On this heart born free;
A letter written with love not to be mistaken for a love lett… Could all at once, once read end my affair with love. I could at a moments notice write…
Here it is again, the time searched for and found; when the curls unwind, and the moment stands brief; “To all time”.
Liar. My half-track eyes, Spy; A Liar. A mind swept clear,